England was in his room, doing something on his laptop, a cold cup of tea next to it. He looked like he hadn't gotten much sleep that night. America had woken up a while ago and wondered why Iggy wasn't there. England always got up before America. After grabbing a couple of hamburgers from the fridge and eating those, he went to England's room to see if he was awake or not. As he opened the door, he half yelled "Sup Iggy! What'cha doin?" England glanced back at America before going back to work. "Nothing much, just making a game." "Coolio, can I play it when you're done?"
"Not sure if it's your type of game America..." "A HERO can play any game dude!" "If you say so... fine, I should be done soon."
America left to do god knows what and left England to his coding. About an hour later, he gave the game a test run. He had named it, "Robot Unicorn Attack" because he created the game based off Uni, and all of his fairy friends. The attack part, was just because otherwise, he doubted that anyone would play it. He didn't notice any bugs in the game so he took his cold cup of tea out to the kitchen while at the same time looking for America. "America! I finished the game, do you still want to play?" America had been in the living room, watching TV. At the prospect of playing the game, he jumped up entusiaticly. "Course! What's it called?" "Uhm, you'll see..." America shrugged and ran off the England's room to start. "Ha! There's only two buttons! This will be totally easy yo!" England followed him in more slowly and stood at the doorway to watch him play. America crashed into the first star. "Hey, totally unfair dude." "Relax, you have two more tries." America proceded to crash yet again. "Damn it, those stars are blocking my freedom!"
England couldn't help chuckling at this. After he crashed for a third time, America got up and walked out of the room. "That game's rigged dude, you gotta fix that." England chuckled again. He actually had rigged the game. He set it up in such a way that he could un-rig it with a single button. "America, come back, I will show you that it's not rigged." Before America came back into the room, England pushed a hardly noticable button on the side of the screen to un-rig it. America came back and watched him go so long on his first try that the song playing in the background ended twice before he crashed from the insane speed it was going. "See? not rigged." England purposefully crashed the next two times so that America could play again. He quickly pressed the button again before getting up. "There, want to try again?" "I can totally beat this..." America sat down to try again, and, as the game was set up, crashed immediatly. "Damn it! Your weirdo magic must be involved somehow!" "Oh, are you admitting that magic is real?" "...it's not..." "Well, either way, I'm posting this game on this website if you want to play later." England handed him a strip of paper with a web address writen in neat handwriting on it. America took it and pretedned not to care but as soon as he left England's, he dashed to his own room and turned on his computer, going on the internet and bookmarking the site. "Hero's cannot be beat...not on games, not anywhere!" He looked up England's game and starting to play again. This time, he managed to destroy three stars before crashing again. Suddenly, England opened America's room door. "America, you left the TV on again, are you planning on going back to it?" "What?" America closed the lid on his laptop quickly so that the game and music stopped. "I said you left the TV on."
"Oh, I'll get that..."
England watched him leave, smiling inwardly. He knew that America's personality would drive him to try and beat the game. The game has no ending.
"Not sure if it's your type of game America..." "A HERO can play any game dude!" "If you say so... fine, I should be done soon."
America left to do god knows what and left England to his coding. About an hour later, he gave the game a test run. He had named it, "Robot Unicorn Attack" because he created the game based off Uni, and all of his fairy friends. The attack part, was just because otherwise, he doubted that anyone would play it. He didn't notice any bugs in the game so he took his cold cup of tea out to the kitchen while at the same time looking for America. "America! I finished the game, do you still want to play?" America had been in the living room, watching TV. At the prospect of playing the game, he jumped up entusiaticly. "Course! What's it called?" "Uhm, you'll see..." America shrugged and ran off the England's room to start. "Ha! There's only two buttons! This will be totally easy yo!" England followed him in more slowly and stood at the doorway to watch him play. America crashed into the first star. "Hey, totally unfair dude." "Relax, you have two more tries." America proceded to crash yet again. "Damn it, those stars are blocking my freedom!"
England couldn't help chuckling at this. After he crashed for a third time, America got up and walked out of the room. "That game's rigged dude, you gotta fix that." England chuckled again. He actually had rigged the game. He set it up in such a way that he could un-rig it with a single button. "America, come back, I will show you that it's not rigged." Before America came back into the room, England pushed a hardly noticable button on the side of the screen to un-rig it. America came back and watched him go so long on his first try that the song playing in the background ended twice before he crashed from the insane speed it was going. "See? not rigged." England purposefully crashed the next two times so that America could play again. He quickly pressed the button again before getting up. "There, want to try again?" "I can totally beat this..." America sat down to try again, and, as the game was set up, crashed immediatly. "Damn it! Your weirdo magic must be involved somehow!" "Oh, are you admitting that magic is real?" "...it's not..." "Well, either way, I'm posting this game on this website if you want to play later." England handed him a strip of paper with a web address writen in neat handwriting on it. America took it and pretedned not to care but as soon as he left England's, he dashed to his own room and turned on his computer, going on the internet and bookmarking the site. "Hero's cannot be beat...not on games, not anywhere!" He looked up England's game and starting to play again. This time, he managed to destroy three stars before crashing again. Suddenly, England opened America's room door. "America, you left the TV on again, are you planning on going back to it?" "What?" America closed the lid on his laptop quickly so that the game and music stopped. "I said you left the TV on."
"Oh, I'll get that..."
England watched him leave, smiling inwardly. He knew that America's personality would drive him to try and beat the game. The game has no ending.
