This meant to come out the day before yesterday. And I forgot. So I meant to put this out yesterday. And FF decided to be annoying. So, here we finally are...the 11th chapter. The 12th chapter shall be out a day or two after this. Promise.

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, America's weapon of choice would be a lightsaber.

America kept his promise not to talk to England for a whole week. But duty called, and duty was the most important thing.

Besides, when duty involved video games, America made it his personal goal to see that duty through.

"So, you see, I'm now stuck in this predic...predic-thing-"

"Predicament," England corrected, sounding bored out of his mind.

"Yeah. That. And even though you were, like, the very last country on my list to call, I finally had to do it."

England made a small noise in the back of his throat. "And, tell me, why didn't any other country wish to spend time with you? They got bloody sick of you bothering them all the time, I suppose."

Frowning, America responded, "Dude, why are you being so nasty to me? I just wanna play some video games and you're all up in my face about crap." With a glare, he continued, "Besides, I was the only one nice enough to take care of you when you got drunk."

"No, if I recall correctly, you jumped off a building and I passed out shortly afterward. 'Take care of me' my arse." The island nation rolled his eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me, I actually have work to do, Ameri-"

Before he could close the door, though, America stuck his foot out and blocked it. "No way did I fly all the way 'cross the Atlantic just to go home. Look, I even packed a bunch of movies for when we get tired of playing our games!" Noticing England's hesitation, America stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.

A mighty adorable pout.

Such was the power of his mighty adorable pout that even the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland couldn't refuse it. "Fine," he snapped, moving aside and allowing Alfred to come skipping into his house. "But, I swear, if you break anything of mine like you did last time, I'll make sure to destroy you."

"Whatever, old man." America instantly made his way to the television, where he began fiddling with the old Playstation 2 he had given England for Christmas. "Dude, when was the last time you touched this thing? It's got dust all over it."

England raised a very bushy eyebrow as he followed America into the room. "As I told you when I received the gift, I'm not a big fan of video games. I'd much rather read a book, as you very well know." The older nation scoffed. "Why, I simply assumed you bought this console for me as a way of mockery."

"Nah, I thought you might find some game that you enjoyed." Not really caring, America shrugged and stuck in a disc. "Pick up the controller. We're playing Battlefront."

"And what the bloody hell is Battlefront?" Despite being a bit uneasy with the choice in games, England did as America instructed, allowing the game to recognize another player.

America began setting everything up. "It's a Star Wars game. You'll see, it's fun."

His plan was simple- become Luke Skywalker. Luke was everyone's favorite hero. All he had to do was kill a certain number of men or grab a certain number of bases, and he would be Luke Skywalker, who was an excellent hero, and his status as the world's greatest hero would be well assured.

"Star Wars?" England groaned, rolling his eyes. "Such an overrated movie, really. I would have much preferred one of those James Bond games you brought with you some time ago."

"Nuh-uh. You were too excited when I started those up. It's no fun when you pause it every five seconds to tell me a fact about each and every movie out there." Letting the level load, America grinned. "Besides, this game is too easy for me to win. I'm a master when it comes to shooting stuff!"

However, after about ten minutes of battling viciously, America realized that England was far better than he had assumed. "Dude, have you been practicing or something?" he asked as he died for the third time by England's hands.

Giving America a smug look, the Englishman replied, "I just happen to be lucky most of the time. You're too busy trying to play the hero, which means you leave yourself open to far more attacks."

He was right about that. America frowned, shooting down one of the stormtroopers on England's side. "Yeah, well, just wait. I'm gonna get so awesome and you're gonna wish you could take those words back."

Luke Skywalker was usually so simple of a character for him to get! It only took ten minutes, even with Japan, and he would be slashing away at everything with a green lightsaber and a satisfied smirk. England, though, was proving to be quite the challenge.

"Just give up protecting your teammates already," England criticized, killing America for the fourth time. "They're computer characters, they obviously aren't going to repay you anytime soon."

"A hero doesn't do good deeds for karma," America said with a little hmph. "A hero does good deed because it's the right thing to do."

"Lad," England said, looking amused. "It's a video game. In the long run, it means nothing whatsoever."

How to tell him that it meant everything? So far, all of America's plans to become heroic had failed. This was the last thing he could do! Luke Skywalker was indeed (and he meant no pun here) his only hope. His last hope, to be precise. How would people ever take his heroism seriously if he couldn't show them that he was just as good as Luke?

Then England broke in his determined thoughts. "It's asking if I wish to play as Darth Vader."

"What?" America blinked and glanced over at England's side of the screen. Sure enough, it was. And, sure enough, England chose yes.

"My, this is very entertaining," England commented dryly as he slashed through the rebel soldiers left and right, accompanied with a few quotes from Vader himself. "You never told me I'd be able to play as a Sith."

With horror, America watched as England struck his own rebel soldier down. "Ha!" The Briton winked at his former colony. "Five."

America hunched over on the couch, forced to watch as his number of allies dwindled into the single digits, and forced to listen to England's cries of, "America, look how far I can throw my shining sword! This is such fun!"

Well, screw that.

If you're a USUK fan, I have some promoting to do here- I'm currently writing a collab fic with the wonderful author Tall on the Inside. You can find her in my Favorite's box-thing. The fic is called From the Time You Say Goodbye, and it's amazing and beautiful and I order you to go read it! Now!

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