"America I really don't want to deal with this right now. I'm getting a headache. I would usually have a cup of tea to help me calm down but you dumped it all in the sink. Why don't you run along and play outside some more." England said. He was clutching his head.
"I'm not going to listen to you anymore. I won't stand for this tyranny any longer. As a hero I won't allow you to boss me around!"
"America, you really don't know what your getting yourself into." His face went scary. I had never seen England like that before.
"S-Sure I do! Hero's kick!" I kicked him in the shins. Why wasn't he being the way he was before? All I wanted was to be a hero.
"OW! That hurt you little brat!" England picked me up and threw me outside. He closed the door as he went back inside.
"I hope you know this means war!" I said. Why did England react that way? Maybe that guy I met earlier would know. I ran north again.
"Yo, sup! Whatcha doin?"
"Oh, hello again America. Komijirora and I were just enjoying a lunch, weren't we?"
"Who are you?" the little bear asked.
"I'm Canada."
"What is that stuff?" I asked. It looked a whole lot different than the food I ate at my house.
"Oh, it's nothing special. It's a croque-monsieur, a toasted ham and cheese sandwich. France gave it to me for lunch."
"That's not a sandwich! It doesn't have the top piece of bread!"
"I guess it might be a bit different from what you're used to having…"
"Let me try some!" I took the food from his hands. This didn't smell bad like the food England gave me.
"I guess I could let you have some…" I took a bite.
"This is different It has a weird flavor and texture. Like it was meant to be crunchy and soft at the same time."
Canada had a confused look on his face. "What kind of food do you eat at your house, America?" I took a scone out of my pocket.
"I was saving this for later, but you can have it. Since you let me have this weird sandwich and everything."
"Uh, thank you…" He looked over the scone and wrinkled his nose. He didn't know exactly where to start. He took a tentative bite. His face went stark white and turned a greenish color.
"Ha! You should see your face right now!"
"I think I'm going to be sick."
"Yeah, the first time I had it, it was a little hard to digest. Then I got accustomed to it."
"No wonder you grew up so strong. How could you eat this disgusting stuff?"
"That's what disgusting tastes like?" I took a few more bites of the weird sandwich. England had told me it was delicious. Had he been lying to me?
"Yes, that was horrible. Didn't you think my stuff was a lot better?"
I finished it off. "Well, it would be better if it had another piece of bread. Ooh, and beef instead of ham. It was pretty good. You'll have to ive me more of this stuff after I'm done with this whole war thing."
"War? Why are you in a war?"
"I told England I wanted my independence. He didn't like that very much and got all mad. So I'm declaring war against him."
"Um, I don't think that's a good idea. England is older than you. He's had more experience than you at fighting. Plus he has a lot of land around the world."
"That's no problem! I'm a lot stronger than he is."
"Oh, Canada! America isn't bothering you is he?" France came running over to where we were.
"Go away, frog face. Canada and I were just discussing my war strategy against England."
"You're going to war? With England? Ooh, you make me shiver with excitement. You've got guts, kid. I'd help you out, but you need more, how you say, military tactics. How are you going to pull this off? Are you going to seize his, oh hon hon, vital regions?"
"No, that's kind of sick. Why would I want to go anywhere near there?"
"Tell you what. I'll help you because this will only implement my revenge. I know a certain expert of war. He could give you training on how to beat England. I'll send him to you tout suite. Au revoir America mon cher!" He skipped off into the distance. People from Europe sure were weird.
"Eins, zwei, eins, zwei! Kesesesesese! You march like a girl! You'll have to kick your feet higher if you want to be awesome like me!"
If hell were frozen over this would be it. This training was torturous. The winter was extremely cold, and we had been training out in the snow for months. The troops were running low on clothes and supplies. I could barely feel my feet and hands. France had sent over his friend Prussia to train me. I was learning a lot of things about war from him. It was a lot harder than I thought.
"About face, aim, and fire!" he shouted to me. I shot my musket. It hit the target next to the one I was aiming for.
He shrugged, "Well, at least you hit something. That would be one soldier down. I've done all I could do. The rest will be up to you." He looked off to the distance. Then he started smiling. He kind of creeped me out.
"Ha! The awesome me just made an awesome poem! That's so gong into my diary." He pulled out a little book and started writing in it feverishly.
I backed away quietly and went back to my tent. I hoped I would have enough now to beat him. I hoped all that difficult training hell camp would be enough to beat England. So far the war wasn't going as good as I had planned. England was beating me pretty bad. Even with France's help, was I going to be able to pull this off? I needed to stop doubting myself. Of course I would! I was the hero! Heroes were always supposed to win.
It was a face off. The hero against the villain. The final battle. Both England and I had our muskets aimed at each other. Rain was falling on us, making our footing unstable. Despite the rain, our eyes were locked. All of the hell's hero training had gotten me to this point.
"America, you've grown up so much. You should be old enough now to realized what you've done. How horrible war is. Come back with me, and we can pretend this whole thing never happened." He didn't move his eyes off me. He was waiting for my reaction.
"I can't do that England. The hero never backs down."
"Again with the hero rubbish? Look what your selfishness has caused. Being a hero is not a noble thing."
"It may be selfish, but this is who I'm meant to be. I now realize that war is not a toy or even a pastime. War is difficult and hurtful. But as a hero, I have to stand for what is right and just. What I believe in. Even if that means breaking away from you. I am the hero nation, and you can't stop me anymore." I stood unwavering, resolved.
England started to shake. His resolve was broken. He dropped his musket and fell to your knees.
"After all I did for you. I thought of you like my little brother, you know? After all these years you're actually going to leave me. Fine! Go! But I'm never going to forgive you for this!" Tears fell on England's face. I couldn't tell if he was crying. I turned around and left him there. As a nation, I had to be strong. As a hero, I had to be strong.
