America looked over the hill only to find the British army.
"CRAP!" sighed glanced down at his belt all he had was a half a tin of musket balls and his bayonet.
"Get off the ground!" Shouted one of the British.
"I know that voice!" He whispered to himself."It's England's voice!" He peaked out from behind the tree he was hiding behind to see if he was right and sure enough there was England yelling at one of his men for being lazy.
"If we don't hurry up we won't make it to Washington in time!" England shouts.
"I have to stop them!" America thought. With that thought he stood up and face the opposite direction and gave loud orders to his "troops".
"Dude, we are totally going to win this we have more troops, ammunition, and we know the terrain better than the British!" shouted America.
the British army looked around nervously waiting for the Americans to jump out at them.
"America were are you?" England shouted in America's direction.
"Right here!" America shouted as he lunged at England.
England stepped back to avoid the attack.
"GGGGGOOOOOOO!" England shouts at his British just stand there unmoving to terified to move.
"Fine I will do it myself!" England shouted.
The two countries stand there facing each other ready to charge.
"Alfred!" England yells.
"Arthur!" America yells in return.
With one final look around they charge at each other...
"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!"
"Shut up England."America mumbles in a half sleep daze.
"DUDE, that was just a dream it seamed so real."
THE END
This is my very first story so I'm sorry if it sucks.