I'm just going to resume where I left off, but keep in mind that I'm studying very hard in school, I don't have all day. I still got to order that British Cardigan thing from Forever 21 and a Prada purse for my birth day...
Still in 1777 ...
"Can someone please tell me why France is irritating me right now?" America asked. Prussia, America, and France were all in a circle around a fire eating at night. "It's probably cause he doesn't close his mouth when he eats." Prussia laughed.
"Excuse me, but at least I lift up my pinky when I eat." France said. "Yeah, we aren't ladies here, you can stop doing that. No one is around."
"No, it's not for ladies, it's classy and elegant." France took at bite out of his chicken wing, then grabbed a napkin and patted his mouth clean. "What was that, I just rub my mouth on my uniform or something. You're so dumb."
"You can't call me dumb, after all, I'm helping you out." France got up and left for a tent. "It's starting to get cold." Prussia stated. "Yeah, we should start moving tomorrow."
The two went to bed, feeling exhausted. The next morning came fast and America had to wake up everyone else. He shook France, who slapped his face accidentally. "Gee, France, it's only me."
"Oh, I thought you were Prussia. Last night he put my hands in warm water. You know the effect of that."
"I know, well, mind getting Prussia up?" So France ran to Prussia's tent. "Prussia, Prussia!" Prussia didn't wake up though. France smirked to himself. He grabbed a pot full of warm water, then went back to Prussia. Prussia's eyes flickered open, then screamed, knocking over the pot. The water flew on France, who shrieked. "Look what you did! I'm all wet!"
"It's your fault for trying to be smart!" France blushed in embarrassment. "You are such a blonde, come on, it's time to movie on." Prussia got out of his tent, then walked up to America. "America, I couldn't sleep at all last night."
"Neither could I. I was worried all night." So they all mounted their horses and began leading an army of soldiers. Prussia kept making his horse crash into France's. "Ouch, stop, your horse is smashing my foot! These boots were expensive!"
"Oh France." Prussia sighed. France glared at him, all relaxed. America stopped his horse. "Damn, look at all that mud, we have to walk in it. France...?"
"Oh no! No, no, no! I am not getting in that mud. God, I knew this would happen!" Prussia laughed. "If you knew you'd get dirty, why did you wear those boots with all the diamonds and flaces?"
"Excuse me, I have fashion sense, unlike you two." America started laughing now. "At least we are smart, you are such an airhead."
"What did you call me, I'm on your side, remember." America let out an exaggerated sigh. "You are so dumb, it's not like you'd ever join Britain's side."
"Um, maybe I would." France said. "Sure France, sure!" Prussia and America said, simultaneously. "You two are so rude! Fine, I'll change my boots. Any extra boots?" Prussia threw over some boots but France missed the boots. "Great job, go get them. It's my only extra pair I'm sharing."
"Fine! Wait here." France got off his horse, then ran to get the boots. He grabbed them, then changed. "I got them." Prussia and America got off their horses, then smiled at France. "Good job."
Soon they found themselves trudging in thick, deep mud. "This is nasty, I'm so tiered. Can we rest?" France whined. "Can we America?" Prussia asked.
America sighed. "Sure." They all stopped walking. "So we just... sit in the mud?" France asked. "Yeah, we sit in the mud." Prussia answered, laughing.
France didn't understand his sarcasm and sat in the mud. "France, I was joking!" Prussia shouted. America burst out laughing. "Oh, you blond."
A couple days had past, the temperature dropped to a temperature so cold it was snowing. America found it hard to sleep now. "Prussia, I have a bad feeling that we're losing." America told his Prussian friend. "Oh, stop worrying, we're fine."
All of a sudden France screamed. "Ugh, another British?" America guessed. They followed the sound and found France pointing at a baby bear ripping up his fashion shoe.
"France, let it go, it's only a shoe." France chased after the bear, and got tiered after a few minutes. "France, maybe if you took off those heels it would be less tiring."
France sighed. "Whatever, they were just shoes. I don't know why I over react over these things." America nodded. "Come on, there is a whole forest ahead of us."
"Wait! We could just follow the path, wouldn't that be smarter?" So they followed the path. France became very annoying. "I forgot where we were going. Where are we going?" America kept quiet. "Prussia?" Prussia ignored France. "Prussia, Prussia, Prussia, Prussia, Prussia, Prussia?"
Prussia finally got annoyed enough. "Shut up, go ask a soldier!" France looked dejected. "Well, OK." He went to a random American soldier. "Excuse me, can you tell me where we are going?"
The soldier forced a smile. "To Saratoga." France smiled. "Merci!" He skipped back to Prussia and America. "That kind soldier told me we where heading to – We know France!" America screamed, extremely annoyed by France. "Just be quiet and keep it to yourself."
France got quiet. "How long will – Shut up! Don't talk at all or we'll have to throw out those new heels you got!"
"Fine! Fine!" But soon they all got bored and began annoying eachother. "Guys, I have an idea, why don't we just take a break at some old, abandoned house? What do y'all think?" America said. "Good idea, my side hurts from all this walking and horse pulling."
They found an old farm. "Look, we can't be here long though. It will be waisting time." Prussia said, trying to be a sagacious person for once, which he wasn't.
"Yeah, OK." America agreed. France ran around the farm. "But this is nice, look, you can even see the sea a bit."
"That's a lake France." America said. "Well, tell me, wouldn't you think thats the sea from far away." France crossed his arms, then waited for an answer. He got no answer.
Soon night came around, and everyone got ready for bed. "France, we lost a sleeping bag, you can share a bed with me." Prussia said. His bed was extremely small. France had to squeeze in.
In the middle of the night America woke up. He heard some horses outside, it sounded like they were trotting. Next came some voices. What if some soldiers are leaving, or what if they're not even part of my military? America shuddered at the thought.
He looked outside and saw some people. They wore bright red coats and were staring at the scenery. There was only two though. They probably left their previous military and decided to join us. He woke up France and Prussia. "Sorry, we were already awake, stupid Prussia here kept kicking me in the butt the whole night."
"OK, nice to know, why don't you guys look outside the window. I see two redcoats."
France and Prussia looked out the window. "Oh, those aren't redcoats, they are the people who probably live here." France glared at America. "Why did you take us to this place, it's obviously taken." America gasped. "Don't insult me like that! I didn't know!"
"Yes you did! Look what he did Prussia! And you call yourself a patriot!" Prussia kept quiet. "Fine, go out there and tell them this was all an accident."
"No, don't!" Prussia screamed. "They could actually be redcoats!" France ran down the stairs and outside. America and Prussia followed. "Hey, sorry, we didn't know you lived here."
The two men looked over, then gasped. "Oh my lord, are you that man who gave us muffins?" One said. "Wait, are you Robert Clark and George Pappleseed?" America asked. "Ohm y god, it is you!" The three did a group hug and France and Prussia felt very left out.
"What are you guys doing here?" America asked, excited. "What are you doing out here?" They began to socialize all night. France and Prussia went back to bed.
America couldn't believe he was standing right in front of his brother. It had been weeks since they had last seen each other.
France and Prussia had gone for a bit, and now it was only America. He waited for a signal. Wait, who's going to fire first? He laughed at the thought, then realized he was right in front of an entire army of redcoats.
America began to feel very alone and weak without France or Prussia by his side. I have to be independent though! I will just fight on my own from now on!
He felt a shiver go up his spine. Britain's left eye began to twitch in irritation. "Will someone fire already!?" He screamed. A shot fired from the opposite side. Within two seconds shots were being fired from all over.
America felt fear and hid behind a rock, getting his gun ready. The rock was in a curved shape, it had plenty of shelter in it. America felt invisible.
All of a sudden he felt someone grab his boot. "Let go of me! Please! Get off me! I want to live!" America held onto the rock for dear life but lost grip. He stared at the soldier, over come by fear. He quickly got up and ran away. He crashed into Britain and knocked him over, causing his musket to fly out of his hands.
America gasped. I can't believe I just did that! He felt more brave, then hit Britain with the butt of his gun. Britain pushed America's gun away, then gave him the eyes of sorrow. America began to feel remorse and stopped hitting Britain.
Britain closed his eyes as if he was dead and laid still. America left Britain and continued to fight.