Me: And here's to chapter 1 of TVO.
Arthur: What about Seas of Roses and your Reading novelette as well as your newspaper article?
Me: Eh, I can always do that later.
Arthur: 2nd Quarter is a short ti-.
Me: Anyway, major OOC here concerning England as well as genderbent countries.
ENJOY!
Rain poured heavily as two people faced each other, both holding weapons of war. On the left side was America with her troops behind her. At the other side was England, alone and with no troops to support him.
"There's nothing you can do, England!" America yelled. "From now on, I'm free!"
The man in front of her said nothing as he simply charged at her. Startled, Amelia was helpless as her musket fell a few feet away from her with England's own musket aimed at her forehead, ready to shoot her at any given time.
Minutes ticked by and with bated breath, America watched as the British Empire lowered his gun, his bangs covering his face as he spoke the one word that would forever be engraved in her memory.
"Go."
And with that, America left. As she left, she never turned back and never saw a single tear slide down on England's cheek, camouflaging in the rain.
The World Meeting was in its full course, but sadly, the occupants were not paying attention.
As usual, all 195 female countries talked, gossiped and chattered; not minding the fact that they had strayed from the purpose of the meeting. Even Germany herself had strayed from the purpose of the meeting.
But today may have started like the usual routine, the rest would forever change.
A man, 19 by mere appearance, stood in front of the door where his life would forever stay upside-down.
He sighed. Why was he here again? Oh right, because his government had decided that it was the perfect moment for him to mingle with other countries again. Something he hadn't done since America declared her independence.
He took a deep breath and opened the door, not knowing of what this action would do to the entire world. Literally.
Silence reigned upon the conference room as the door opened to reveal a man, feeling the all-too familiar feel of one of their own radiating from the man.
America dropped her hotdog, Canada's eyes widened and France felt relief and happiness spread all over her body at the sudden entrance of the man.
"It's good to see that you again, mon ami." France greeted pleasantly.
Everyone turned to look at her in surprise. "You know him, France?" Italy asked.
"For a long time now." Replied the country of love smoothly.
America looked at the man and took a moment to look at his eyes before feeling the emotion called regret within her and her eyes misted as she spoke the name that she hadn't said in a long time.
"England…?"
And there you have it, folks! That's the first chapter and don't get high hopes for it yet since I only did this at 12 in the morning, so it's probably pathetic. Well, *yawns* magandang gabi sa inyong lahat! (good night to all of you!). I wanna sleep; I still have biking tomorrow and Brain Train in the afternoon. I hate 6th grade...
Constructive criticisms are welcome, people!