Heya guys :D! Thank you all for reviewing this story :D I can't believe you all of you readers love this... wow! :P This chapter is... well... a surprise! :D
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Oh, and the Guest who reviewed on chapter three, thanks for the Idea! :D She/he told me to continue this story with more than seven chapters and write more of the stalker with the other countries. My first idea was writing more than seven chapters because I couldn't think of any more other than these four characters. But I thought of something so this fanfiction will continue more than seven chapters :D My original idea was to reveal who the stalker is at the end- oops, did I just typed that :P Well, u'll soon seee :P
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"That git better be awake or I'm coming in and drag him out" England muttered. He was grumpily walking to America's front door, arms crossed. Once he reached the front door, he rang the doorbell and tapped his foot violently. I mean, what else can he do other than breathe? America was the kind of nation that would come and open the door after ten minutes. England, being the impatient person he is, gave up waiting and knocked… excuse me, bashed the poor door with his fist.
"America! If you don't answer the door this instant, I will-" Before England could finish his threat, the door opened. This didn't surprise the Brit at all.
England sighs. "I can't believe the git didn't lock the bloody front door!" England took one step into the dark living room. Seeing no America, he went and investigates the house. He peeked the bathrooms, kitchen, dining room, game rooms (yes, there's more than one!), guest rooms, America's bed room, and even Tony's room. America was not there and neither was Tony. But he didn't really care about Tony's whereabouts.
"Where the hell could that git be?" England scratched his head while walking in the hallway, passing through empty rooms. As England was about to give up, he saw a faint shadow in one of the rooms called 'Weaponry Room'. I wonder who's there. England walked into the room and saw a shadowy figure leaning on the wall next to the open wooden door.
"Tony?" England said. It was indeed Tony, but his pride and gullible self was replaced by scared and trembling alien. England has never seen this side of Tony before. It worried him a little.
Tony looked at England with his red oval (I think it's oval?) eyes and pointed at another shadow in the corner of the room. The room was filled with America's favourite weapons; guns, guns, and more guns. The room itself was lighted by only the sun from two double windows. It was not very dark, but it wasn't bright as well.
England glanced at the shadow and saw a familiar dark blonde hair wearing a black suit. It was America.
"America you git, are you coming to the meeting or not? We're already five minutes late!" England scowled at the young nation. And why the hell is Tony scared? He's never scared… last time I checked.
America turned his head slowly and looked at England. England nearly froze. America's sky blue eyes were switched with dark hollow eyes. There was no sign of hope and happiness anywhere. Those eyes that England starred at were the eyes of a lifeless person. England tried to shake his head from the shock but it was futile.
America smirked. "Hello England, fancy meeting you here" his voice sounded malevolence and deep echoes were heard coming out of his mouth. The way he said England makes it sound like 'I want you dead'. "Did you not expect me to wake up on my own? You should have more faith in me, England. I am your little brothe- oops, I meant you 'used to be' little brother" America fully turned his body to look at England properly. He was holding a rifle with both hands. England took a step back.
"I came here to see if y-you're okay…America…" England quietly said. It stings to hear something like that coming out of America's mouth. "A-America? You're not A-America"
America laughed. "Of course I'm America dear brother. You should know your formal colonies better after losing all of them in the end" That hurt England even more. "You're nothing but a loser and a coward, England. Just like France said, you're the black sheep of Europe and… probably the rest of the world!" England's tears wanted to come out, but that would support the coward comment more.
"W-What?" That was all England could choke out. America gave him one last smirk before charging at England. America held the rifle with his left hand while his right hand connected with England's stomach. America's punch was somewhat more powerful than his punches before. It was so powerful that England was flung to the wall. England fell down of his knees, leaving a cracked wall where his back was. He clutched his stomach tight and tried his best to not spit out blood. He looked up at America with pleading eyes, but all he got in return was a kick in the stomach and a slap on his heads with a rifle. England fell and clutches himself, gasping for air.
"A coward! No wonder you lost all of your colonies! Let me make a list; all of Australia which is now a continent, Hong Kong who's as crowded as New York, India who's now the third populated country in the world, Canada who you failed to recognise, and me with a battle that YOU lost and I won! Even little Sealand left you and kept calling you a JERK. I guess the colonies that you once 'took care of' thankz you for leaving them." America turned to a frown. "I thought you were the invincible British Empire that never lost a battle in your life. I looked up to you, England. Too bad you lost your first battle against me!"
"A-America y-you're-"
"-right? I'm right aren't I? I'm going to say this once England and you better listen; you are the WORST brother EVER!" America shouted. "I can't believe I looked up to you! I'm the most powerful country in the world now! I'm over the stupid revolutionary war! Unlike you who sobs every single damn minute of that day! Who the hell does that? An old obsessed man called England does!" America smirked.
"A-America… I"
"Weakling. Coward. Black sheep. Idiot. Jerk. Stupid. Friendless." America chant. England had enough of the name calling. He had listened to that the rest of his childhood. He hated name callings. England took a deep breath and shakily stood up. Even though he's clutching his stomach, he was up and standing.
"Oh, you're up England. I didn't know you have the strength. Did your fairy friends helped you up?" He sang the words 'fairy friends'. "Or did you just make that up because you don't have any friends! The Roman Empire had friends, I have friends, and you don't! Because you're the most ruthless empire in the world! Spain hates you for being a damn ruthless pirate, France hates you, Germany hates you, an Italy runs away from you, China hates your guts after the Opium, Canada hates you for making him invisible, and I hate you!"
England's eyes shot up. America was glaring at him with malevolence eyes. That hurts England more. His heart felt like disappearing from existence. No wonder his siblings hate him. "America I…" England trailed off.
"Why aren't you fighting me, England? Do you not want to fight me like in the revolutionary war? Did I really win that war I wonder? Did you surrender because you felt bad for your little brother?" America snapped.
"America what are you talking about? I would never do that to you!" England yelled. America starred at him.
"You're actually saying that everything I said before was true? You are definitely the worst empire in the history of empires. I wanted freedom so I can be free and live my own damn life!" America spat. England flinched.
"America I… I…" England was lost for words. He wanted to tell him that he didn't want to hurt him, but what would that solve? He was lost for words.
"What's wrong? Can't hurt your little brother?" America smirked. He raised his rifle and aimed for England's head. He then-
BANG!
Gyah! America's trying to hurt England! NOOO! :P Hope u like this chapter :D Oh, guess who the 'stalker' is? Hmmm :P If you guys want to, you can guess who the stalker is by the hints I gave you throughout the whole story... so far by reviewing:P Yep! There were hints! :D
CYA NEXT CHAPTER! :D
