Chapter 2. Bad Blood. Very Bad Blood.

Well that was fast. I am feeling better already. Here's the second chapter to my new story. I hope you guys like it. Don't forget to review. Sorry they're a bit short.

When Britain heard the icy laugh, he felt his heart freeze up with fear. What was wrong with America? What was wrong? He quickly shut down his TVs and laptops and went to the back door to leave and escape. That did not go too well, for a bullet suddenly embedded itself into the nation's leg. Britain cried out and grasped the wound, feeling warm blood run down his legs and hands. He heard America laugh again.

"Isn't this fun, Britain? But don't play hide and seek. Come on out and play with me." The cold voice cooed.

There was a big smash and Britain assumed that America was coming with a baseball bat. He shivered at the thought of the pain that piece of wood had. For protection, he grabbed one of his old pirate swords and waited. He heard the oncoming footsteps and a bead of sweat slowly slid down his face and neck. The shadows of America's feet were at the door.

"Let's play Britain." America sang as he entered, bat propped up against his shoulder. His smile fell into a feral snarl. "Let's play baseball. I'll be the bat and you be the ball." He swung the bat which connected with the sword. "Don't you think that's a bit old to be used?" America hissed.

Britain kept blocking as much as he could. "I love this sword. I take care of it. "That's it's in such good condition." He noticed how his adopted little brother's blows were ten times what they normally should be. The island kept trying to block but soon the intense blows and the nagging pain in his leg started catching up to him. He weakened and his leg gave out as he fell to his knee. Looking up, he saw the stronger nation approaching and did the only thing he could do at this point. Procursus! (Explosion). The spell hit America and blew him back into the wall with a powerful boom. Britain hoped it would be enough to knock America unconscious.

America snickered. How pathetically weak. He got up and walked slowly out of the dust cloud. "You know you're gonna have to try a little harder." He picked Britain up without much difficulty and flung him into the TVs. Sparks flew as the body broke through the screens and circuitry.

The nation slumped down, exhausted and in pain. Suddenly two more bullets made home in each arm. This time, Britain screamed at the unexpected pain. After a while, he slowly calmed down, taking deep, ragged breaths. He looked up weakly at America and a single tear fell. "W-why?" He rasped,

America sighed. Great. Now I have to explain the situation to this one? No, I wonder… "You know why."

Britain still didn't have a clue.

America let out a groan. "The world wants me dead and my land." He knelt down to come face to face with Britain. He picked up the pirate sword and pressed it to his big brother's neck. "You want me dead."

Britain dropped his head slowly, yet still aware of the sharp blade against his neck.

"I was right."

Britain looked up. "You've grown too strong since the Cold War. There are many wars that you started and the world and I believe that if you didn't exist, there would be less deaths in the world."

America held the sword menacingly. "How could you? YOU! The person who raised me! You cared for me and now you want me dead." He spat. He sounded hurt but there were no tears. He was done crying for others or for himself. "I will give you a choice."

Britain snarled. "What makes you think I'm surrendering?"

"You don't have much of a choice."

Britain sighed, defeated. "What choice do I have?"

America smiled. "That's more like it. Your choices. It'll be quite easy to decide. You can either surrender to me or I will unleash a super virus onto your population, slowly killing every single inhabitant of that pathetic little island you call yourself."

Britain thought. If he surrendered, who knows what America would do to him. However, if he didn't, his people would slowly die. The agony of feeling your people go would be much worse than what America would do to him. "I-I've made my decision." He said, cursing himself for sounding so weak. "I…I will surrender under one condition-"

"Surrender shall be unconditional."

"Then I ask of this." Britain sighed. "Don't harm my people. Please don't kill them and keep them safe in this pointless war."

America smiled. "Don't worry Iggy. They'll be safe."

Britain started tearing up. His America was doing this. He was trying to build an empire. It'll never work, he thought. In the end, even the strongest empire falls.

Back at Sweden, the country's personification was having a hard time defending himself. He had lost his sword a long time ago, Russia having grabbed it and now using it. All Sweden could pretty much do was dodge and defend. Which wasn't much. The pipe connected with a sickening crack and Sweden cried out, falling down and laying prone as he tried to shake off the pain.

Russia smiled as he watched his opponent try to get up. "Well that was fun." He grasped Sweden's hair and lifted him up half off the ground. "Will you surrender to America?"

Sweden looked confused. "You mean that this was all for America?"

Russia nodded happily. "Da. He is my master until he completed his objective."

Sweden gritted his teeth through the pain. "I won't surrender to you."

Russia smiled. "Well…" He thought. "I'll go see if Finland will surrender. It's been fun."

Sweden's eyes widened. "No! Don't touch him!" He lunged at Russia but the big nation knocked him, causing him to jerk to one side.

The Russian took this opening and dragged the Swede's sword down the side, dragging a ragged scream from the recipient. "Let's go to Finland." Russia sang before knocking Sweden out. He started dragging the nation behind him as he left the house, practically skipping down the street. "This is so fun!" He stopped, obviously deep in thought. "I wonder," he whispered, "will Finland remember me? And if so, will he scream just like Sweden, or will his scream be even prettier?"

Well that's that. Don't forget to leave a review behind. I'll also have more stories about other anime online so if you like this one, you can also go and read others.