Wow this story looked a lot longer on my notepad. Literally no warning cuz there only 100 or so words. This wasn't as bad as the first chapter, but I did lose interest. Based off of that one episode. Yeah that one.
America had to clean out the storage room. Everything was growing old and dusty. At the time, Lithuania was living with him. Lithuania knew that the storage room would bring back painful memories, so he offered to clean it for , America politely declined. He said he had to do it himself.
Even if the room was crawling with his past.
He slowly walks into the storage room and sighs. With all the stuff from when he was still a colony, America remembers every single thing. In a corner, there was America's rifle. His rifle had a huge scratch on it.
From that one time... No matter how many times I wanted to forget, it's going to haunt me forever... America thought.
It was the year of 1776, July 4th to be exact. The day when America broke away from England. The day when England lost control of his brother/sorta like a son((...?)). It just so happens that on that specific day it had to be raining. They stood there in the mud. England was panting heavily.
"Give it up England! You've lost." America said.
"No!" He shouted, raising his musket.
Le end.