Disclaimer: I don't own anything seriously I don't, I don't even own my own car my parents do.
Summary: It's moments like these that England wonders where he went wrong in raising Alfred.
Warnings: country and human names used, some use of the word hell, my bad spelling and grammar. I tried so be nice when pointing it out ok? I'm also trying to improve that a bit.
They were in North Africa, after countless meetings between the allies to figure out what to do about this bloody war. They were finally there, but he wasn't thinking about that.
It was hot and his uniform was stuffy, and heavy, he wasn't thinking about that.
There was sand in his shoes, and his hair was sticking to his head in a funny way, he wasn't thinking about that either.
No what Arthur Kirkland aka England was thinking was, were had he gone wrong in raising the young man standing cheerily before him.
Who was this young man? Why Alfred F Jones, aka America who else could it be. Sure he had been disappointed, annoyed, and even murderous towards his younger siblings before, hard not to be with the amount of colonies he had, but America made it a point to be extra annoying. You would think Arthur would be used to it by now.
So why was he wondering where he had gone wrong in raising Alfred, why it was the three complete Coca Cola bottling plants. Three of them, complete, in North Africa, in the middle of a war, with a grinning American standing in front of them, like they were the greatest addition to the war effort anyone had ever made. A bug just flew into his ear and he didn't care.
"England you ok because you have bugs making homes in your hair… and ears." It was the sound of that voice that finally snapped him out of it. Slowly he looked up at the grinning blue eyed blond before him and he snapped.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU… YOU STUPID AMERICAN IDIOT, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING, BRINGING THOSE THINGS?" He had his hands wrapped around Americas's neck and was throttling him, too occupied with yelling to register the bobbing head and gagging noises coming from the startled American.
"England are you ok? I'm just asking because you're kind of strangling Alfred." He stopped ringing Americas neck long enough to look at the confused Canadian standing beside him.
"This idiot brought three complete coca cola bottling plants with him." He nodded towards the plants currently being set up, still not releasing America's neck.
"Yeah so?" Canada looked confused. If England had two extra hands he would have been tempted to strangle him to.
"So, so what the hell do you mean so? Do you know how much useful cargo he could have brought in place of those things, A HECK OF A LOT THAT'S HOW MUCH, BUT INSTEAD HE BRINGS THREE COMPLETE COCA COLA BOTTLING PLANTS." Canada had backed away from England now, as he once more began yelling and wringing the neck of the still chocking America.
"Sir, hey check out what the Americans brought, isn't it cool do you want one?" England stopped his neck wringing, for the second time, to stare at the young English solder that had walked up to him, holding several bottle of freshly bottled coca cola.
Revised it hopefully it's a bit easier to read now (tell me if I screwed up and it's harder). So tell me what you think and anything helpful for my writing is welcome to just be nice.