A fast moving object caught his eye and he turned around curiously. A young man was running down the street with a small loaf of bread stuck under his left arm.
England frowned. Great, another thief. He started running after the man, his shotgun in his hand within seconds. "HEY! You there, stop!" The man in front of England glanced back. His eyes widened and he started sprinting faster.
"In the name of the British Empire, I demand you to halt!" England yelled. He didn't need any more trouble.
The young man turned a corner into an alleyway. England laughed slightly, shaking his head. That wasn't too smart. As he rounded the corner, England heard the thief barge into one of the alleyway bins and curse. He saw the man touch the bridge of his nose and look at the blood that came back on his fingers.
England walked up silently behind the man. "Thief, I demand you show yourself." England cocked his gun.
The young man froze in place. Eventually, he turned to England, his head hung. England creased his forehead and asked "What is your name?"
The thief looked up. England's eyes widened in shock. He had the same striking green eyes as England, the same bushy eyebrows. The resemblance was uncanny. The only difference was the thief's hair. His greasy brown hair was un-kept, and he had a cowlick towards the front, almost like America's. England took a moment before repeating himself. "Your name?"
The thief shuffled his feet. "Sir, I aint got a name. I've lived by myself see, ever since I was kid."
England frowned. His accent was… well, England had never heard one like it. It was almost like the folks who roamed the streets, but less… English. Less articulated. England took a step towards the man, gun still raised. "Where do you come from, man?"
"I dunno. All I remember is waking up 'ere in a dark alleyway, an' the rest is a blur before that." The thief touched his nose again. It was bleeding more than normal. "That's just great…" he muttered.
England pointed to the loaf of bread. "where did you get that?"
"I-well… Pfft, there's no point in lying now. I stole it."
"Stealing is a sin here and you will be punished."
"Mate, I knew that. I'm just hungry and tryin' to survive out 'ere. It's a lot harder for us, you know."
England sighed. "Yes, well, I'm afraid I'll have to take you with me. This is the last straw, I've had enough with all of the criminal activity."
"Aww, sir, c'mon-"
"Silence."
"At least give me a band aid for the nose. I don' wanna die of infection, sir."
England agitatedly pulled a band aid from his coat and shoved it to the thief.
"Thanks, mate!" He applied it to the bleeding on the bridge of his nose and grinned. "Betcha I look mighty stupid now."
England replied by placing handcuffs around the young man's wrists.