4. Big Brother's Denial
Authors Note: Wow two typed in one day, I'm on a roll again. I STILL OWN NOTHING. This chapter makes a direct reference to my other story Princesses and Pirates. I explain it, as much as is necessary for this story but to fully understand it you may want to read that one. Not required but advised. PLEASE REVIEW!
England whirled to see America holding a smoking pistol in her right hand. Had she shot at him?! Then he looked behind him where the scream had come from. On the floor almost directly behind him was a man of medium height dressed in plain black. Between his eyes was a dark hole that was leaking red onto England's floor. Another hole directly over the man's heart wept red through his suit, dying it a darker shade of black. His hand caught England's attention next. A large knife stuck out of the small concealable revolver in his slack grip. Blood dripped from the finger that supported it.
His brown eyes were glassy and empty. Silence echoed around the room until someone began to clap. Everyone looked to the source and saw it was Scotland.
"Impressive shot lassie! One a the best I've seen. How 'bout I buy ye a drink?" The slightly shorter red head next to him looked incensed.
"I was gonna do that!" The two began to bicker and England cut across them both.
"Where in the bloody hell did you learn to do that America!?" She spun her gun around twice and re-holstered it under her skirt.
"Taught myself. You certainly wouldn't have." Scotland laughed and Ireland piped up.
" 'e certainly could ne have." There were a few scattered laughs and several of England's guards came to collect the body of the would be assassin. Before they took him away England retrieved the knife with a bit of difficulty. Australia, who had arrived a few minutes before Arthur and Amelia had had their talk on the balcony, looked over England's shoulder.
"Blimey! Now that's a knife!" England batted his hand away.
"Not for you, you convict." Australia laughed.
"Ye seem distracted mate; guess I'll leave ye to it." As he walked away England spotted Canada peeking over the table he had dived behind at Amelia's word. Russia made his excuses and left moments later, twitching slightly. Gunshots made him nervous these days. Canada sidled up to England.
"Are you ok Arthur?"
"What? Oh, yes. Thank you Mathew I'm quite alright." Canada sighed then watched as Amelia, ignoring the arguing red heads, bought her own drink.
"No matter how many times I see her do that I never get used to it." Canada commented hugging his polar bear. England, still in shock, didn't immediately process what he had said.
"What? Shooting people who might have been drawing the gun in defense?" Canada gazed at him, shocked.
"England, if she was the first one with the gun out he wouldn't have drawn his." England focused on Mathew fully his brain beginning to catch up with him.
"Why not?"
"Because she would have given him the opportunity. He'd be dead before his hand touched his gun." England fully processed what Mathew had said and almost jumped in surprise.
"She's done this before?!" He was shocked, Canada just nodded.
"You should see some of the salon brawls she's started. Finished too for that matter. It's kind of terrifying. My advice, don't ever play her at poker." America looked around at the mention of the card game and finally noticed the dignitaries still on the floor. She sighed.
"Y'all can get up now!" She called out and they complied. Her general brushed off his trousers.
"I must insist you give us more warning next time ma'am. But that was an excellent shot." She smirked, sipping her wine.
"Thanks."
"Should we take our leave now?" He asked looking over at England, their host. He didn't want her to leave. Not yet. America saw him shake his head slightly and spoke to her general.
"Nah. You know what I say; it's not a party until at least one gun is fired." Scotland and Ireland laughed, whole heartedly agreeing with her.
England didn't even notice France come up to him until he spoke.
"I told you she iz quite ze hero now. She does zings with guns I've never seen before." England jumped and nearly spilled wine on his nice jacket.
"No! She's still so young. There's no way she could do that much with a gun." France laughed.
"Mon ami, where do you think you get your machine guns?" England stared at him.
"The Louis? From you! I bought them from you!" France laughed and nodded.
"Oui, but when I bought zem from her zey said Maxim." France flipped his hair slightly as England stood stunned. He sidled up closer to him.
"So mon ami, we've all seen Amérique's shooter. Where's yours?" England glared at him.
"Bugger off you pervert." Spain chose that moment to walk up to the pair.
"Mi amigo! What's got you so uptight Inglaterra? America is quite impressive, si?"
"I swear Spain if you even think about it I'll…" France interrupted, grinning between the two of them.
"Oh ho! Didn't you know l'Anglettere? Espagne here was Amérique's first kiss." England snapped the stem of his wine glass and saw red.
"You were what?" Spain cowered before the glare of the pirate king. Though he had given up the sea long ago England had not lost his edge.
"It was years ago mi amigo, I thought you knew." England was practically steaming at the ears.
"I'd start running mon ami." Spain took France's advice and England tore after him.
Translations in order. French class and Google
Mon ami: My friend (French)
Oui: Yes (French)
Mi amigo: My friend (Spanish)
Inglaterra: England (Spanish)
L'Angletere: England (French)
Espagne: Spain (French)
Amérique: America (French)