Brave (Hetalia Style!)

Roles

America - Merida

England - Elinor

The Axis Powers - The Lords

France - Fergus

Me - The Witch

Archibald Asparagus - Crow

Chapter 1: The Announcement

America was standing in front of the conference room with Abraham Lincoln's Gettysburg speech in his hands. England was standing in the back of the room, watching him. This was supposed to be an exercise in giving a speech.

"'Four score and seven years ago'-"

"Project!" said England.

America spoke louder. "'Four score and seven years ago'-"

"Enunciate!" said England. "You must be understood from anywhere in the room or it's all for nothing."

"This is all for nothing," America muttered.

"I heard that!" said England. "Start over!"

A couple hours later, England was informing America about the responsibilities of being a country while America was supposed to be taking notes.

"A country must be knowledgeable about his people and his economics."

England then noticed that America was not paying attention to him. He took America's notepad, which got America's attention, and took a look at the childish and exaggerated drawing of him. He frowned.

"And he doesn't doodle!"

It was little moments like these that America and England questioned their alliance with each other. America was irritated by England bossing him around and England was vexed by America's behavior. America was often brash and careless and valued his independence as a country while England took work seriously and was more mature; these two countries were very different. And there was never really enough time to listen to each other.

One day, the end of the meeting of the Allies was growing near. Sitting at the round table were the countries America, England, France, Russia, China, and Canada (whom the others didn't notice was there). America was chowing down a bunch of hamburgers and talking excitedly about his "genetically modified superhero for the Earth" idea with the others. England was looking through the letters the members of the Axis Powers had sent while rolling his eyes and criticizing America's ridiculous idea.

"And you'll give yourself a heart attack eating all that rubbish!" he added, indicating towards America's hamburger pile. America ignored him.

France was sitting next to England, lazily twirling his long, blonde hair around his finger. China was trying to avoid eye contact with Russia's creepy gaze. Canada was just sitting quietly, holding his pet bear, Kumajirou, who occasionally asked for the identity of his owner.

Suddenly, England spoke up. "Gentlemen, all of the members of the Axis Powers have accepted."

"Accepted what?" asked America, his mouth full of hamburger.

"The proposal for the merger agreement," said England.

Shocked, America swallowed the remains of his burger. "Merger agreement? What merger agreement?"

"The one we discussed last month," France reminded him.

"Right," said America. "Can you remind me of what we discussed again?"

England rolled his eyes before calling America an idiot under his breath. "The Axis Powers are coming here to present their plans for a merger agreement. One member will be chosen to exchange trade and resources with you, America. The plan is to make friends with the Axis, thus making the G8 stronger."

"Why me?" asked America.

"Because you're the country with all the resources and technology and stuff," Russia replied. "Because you're one of the most powerful and popular countries out of all of us."

"I didn't agree to this merger thing!" said America.

"We all heard you agree to this!" England snapped.

"I was agreeing to all those things about me!" America explained.

"So you weren't paying attention at all?!" said China. "Maybe choosing you was a mistake!"

"Well, you can choose someone else, 'cause I'm not gonna do it," said America.

"America-"

"I'm not just gonna give away my resources to an enemy!" said America. "They could use it against me!" And also, why should I agree to a merger with the Axis, of all countries?! I won't go through with it!" He stood up from the table and stormed out of the room.

"America!" England looked back at other countries. "I'll go talk to him." He got up from the table and walked out the room to find America.

Note: I'm sorry if the "merger agreement" idea seems a bit odd. I just wanted some kind of conflict similar to Merida's betrothal to get the story running.