America ruffled his feathers uncomfortably. "England!" He whined.
The older nation looked over at him, between splayed white feathers. "Yes?"
"How come your wings are a pure, angelic white whilst mine are an ugly, muddy brown?"
"Don't you ever think that!" England said, half folding his wings. "My wings are that of an angels to show my magic, yours are that of an Eagle to represent Freedom of your people-" He paused and looked away, one wing coming up to hide the tears in his eyes. "And yourself."
England created a ball of light in his hands so he had something to keep them busy. America watched in silence, it had taken him many, many years to accept the existence of magic.
In the silence England morphed the ball into himself and a young America. With shaking fingers he ripped the two apart and the light turned from a pale happy blue to a dark angry blue and a blood red. Then tenderly he brought the two together again. The light still retained the blue and red, but turned a more loving colour. Slowly the two lights became uniformly bright red, white and blue.
"Your wings America," England said. "Are a beautiful brown."
"Thank you England!" America said.
"Now I thought we came here to fly, not discuss our wing colouring?" England said.
"You're right," America said. "You're always right!"
"I know," England said jokingly. "Now come on!" The older nation grabbed the youngers hand and ran for the cliff edge. With a hysterical laugh he threw them off the cliff.
"ENGLAND!" America screamed as he fell. Just before he hit the surface of the water he flapped his wings strongly, slowing his descent. At some point England had let go of his hand but the pair rose at the same time. Together they danced in the sky.
England laughed as he flitted along the top of the water. He dipped the tip of his right wing into a wave and flicked water droplets at America, who was just behind him. America scowled in annoyance at the water droplets hitting his face. But just as quickly he grinned. It was a mischievous grin, a grin that -if England had seen it- would warn of danger. With a strong flap America hurled himself at England and crashed into the older. With the force of the impact both nations fell into the water, England shrieking his lungs out.
"You bloody wanker!" The island nation grumbled. "What the hell was that for?"