Britain Kills America

Chapter One

"Yes…this is perfect." Britain held up a vial that contained his new magic potion. "This has been a success." There was a knock on the door.

"Ah…Come in?" Britain called. America slipped in. Britain could tell something was wrong. The large country was shifting from foot to foot and he was quite timid. It was wasn't his usually boastful self.

"Hey, Britain…Can we talk for moment?" Britain slid the vial into his cloak pocket. "Um, sure." America stared at the ground. "About that fight at the meeting…Are you…still mad about the um…You Know What?"

The Revolutionary War…Britain cringed at the name. "Oh, well…I hope you know that things will never be the same between us," He confessed gently. "So, if I make you feel like an enemy…just don't take it too personally."

America winced. "Really? I didn't think it was that big a deal." Britain sighed. "But since we are separate countries, it's best that you keep yourself on my good side. 'Cause just because you were once in my care, doesn't mean I won't go to war with you. Remember what happened in 1812?"

America nodded. "Yeah…I remember. But I'm sure we can hang out right?" He looked up hopefully. He just doesn't understand. Britain wanted to find a way to defeat his rivals…including America. He didn't want it to come that, though. America was young. He was like a brother to him. He had to protect him…even from Britain himself.

"No," He said firmly. "I told you. We're rivals now." America stepped forward. His blue eyes pleading. "Me and Japan got over Pearl Harbor. We hang out. Why can't that be us?"

It was too endearing. "I'm only trying protect you." With that Britain turned and walked further into his large room. America followed.

"I don't know how bad that was for you. But why? Why do you shut me out? Why do you hate me?" Britain took in each question. "That's enough, America," He whispered. "You should-you should leave. You're in danger."

"What are you protecting me from, dude? This why I had to break away. I'm not a child. I'm not afraid. Please stop this! I can't-"

"I said ENOUGH!" Britain lashed out a purple orb of magic. It struck America in the heart with dangerous force. He dropped to his knees, clutching his chest. He weakly looked up at Britain. His eyes were filled with shock, hurtfulness, and anger.

Britain stared in horror at what he had done. He rushed to the country's side. "Stay with me, America." America lied in his lap, light was fading from his electric blue eyes. He gave a shuddering sigh. "When you adopted me…You-you said you wouldn't hurt me."

Britain stroked the dying man's head. "That was then, America. This is now. We'll soon be laughing about it some time." America struggled to keep his eyes open. "There won't be a next time Britain."

Britain panicked. "Don't say that! You're the hero! You're going to live!" America chuckled. "Just because I'm dying…doesn't mean that I'm no less than a hero." With that he closed his eyes and his head went limp. Britain stiffened. "No…NO!" He smacked America lightly on the cheek. His fist hit the floor in despair. "He was so young. He didn't even do anything wrong."

He heard the door creak open. Britain swiftly turned his head to see who it was. He gritted his teeth. "What do you want?" He demanded. Russia shrugged. "I just came to see what all the commotion was."

Britain dropped his head. "I suppose you're going to tell them, right?" Russia just smiled sweetly. "Really? I thought we just say he died from heart attack, right?"

The Englishman looked at him in shock. Russia just winked and gently closed the door.

Chapter Two