This came out of re-reading Mr. Jones and coming across the part where Thor cringed at England's words. So, I thought, "Well why not?" and wrote this up. It's meant to be short. This will probably be the last of my Mr. Jones universe.
"Where did I go wrong?"
Thor looked over at the drunken nation sitting beside him. The man had his upper body splayed out across the top of the bar, clutching a glass of scotch in his hand. His other hand was twitching. He looked very out of it, which wasn't all too surprising given that he was drunk...as indicated before.
The Asgardian was at a loss of what to do. He's been drunk before, but that was from alcohol on Valhalla. Earth liquor wasn't very powerful, so it left him completely sober. He wasn't exactly sure on how to work with a nation that was drunk. The only humans he had dealt with when drunk were Erik, Tony and Clint, but they were human. They weren't exactly the representation of the United Kingdom.
"I mean really!?" England demanded, continuing his monologue as he sat up just a tiny bit. "I raised him, and fed him, and took care of him. Kept him safe from France's grubby hands!"
Thor nodded his head and continued to listen to the nation rant to an empty pub; the bartender was the only one in there along with the two, and he didn't seem bothered by the man's outbursts.
"I mean, I was his primary caretaker! I was his brother!" England continued. "And then he goes and acts like we've never been family!"
Thor winced at the statement; that had been a close statement, one that he could relate to. It was why Thor was sitting in a pub in England, watching the nation steadily get drunker. Thor felt like having a companion to talk about the issues, but it was a one-sided conversation so far.
"Who does he think he is?!" England demanded sadly. "Ungrateful git. I just want to protect him."
"I understand my friend," Thor said, taking a gulp from his own drink. "My brother and I are still at odds. I do not know where he went wrong; where our relationship went wrong."
"Your brother...what's his name?"
"Loki," Thor responded.
"...Didn't he try to-"
"He was adopted," Thor responded quickly. "But he is still my brother, and I will do whatever I can to reform him, bring him back to the side of good." The man of myth paused as he studied the liquor in his hand. "But I don't know where I went wrong? I can't tell when he changed. Maybe if I had seen it sooner, I could have changed it...somehow."
England gave a small snort.
"Lucky you. I can remember exactly," England complained, downing a portion of the liquor that was left in his cup. "Stamp Act."
"I do not know what that means," Thor commented.
"It's nothing important anymore. It's history," England sighed, laying back on the bar top. "It no longer matters. I'm still his brother, and he still hates me. Facts of life."
"To our little brothers," Thor said, holding up his cup.
England shrugged and tapped glasses with the Avenger. Both then finished the last of the alcohol.
"Bartender! Another!" England demanded, holding up his empty glass before it slipped from his hand and crashed on the ground. "Oops."