Drop dead.
-One Shot Scene-
"Drop dead, England!" England gasped as he stared down at his little sister. "How dare you! I'm the one who raised you and that's how you thank me!" He growled down at the smaller country. Sure, Britannia had her moments, but somehow she had become a serious little brat that was getting on his very last nerve. "And who asked you to do so?" She threw back. England just stared down at her. 'She used to be so sweet…' He thought quietly to himself. "I took you in so France or even Russia couldn't get to you! Who knows what they might have done is I hadn't taken you in!" He finally answered sternly. "Br-Brother…" She said, her anger suddenly disappearing. "J-Just go to your room!" He yelled. "B-But…" She started to say, but he quickly cut her off. "I said go!" Britannia bit her lip to keep from yelling back, but she did what she was told and went upstairs to her room.
Later that night, she heard England's soft footsteps enter her room and walk up to her bed. She quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep as she felt him lift the sheets and crawl into her bed with her. Pulling her close, he cuddled her. "I'm sorry, sister…" He whispered in her ear as he fell asleep. Britannia smiled and curled up in his arms. "I forgive you." She whispered back as she fell asleep.
-The End-