Hi Guys! Sorry I took a little too long. Anyways, this will be separated into parts. Probably 2-3. Oh and dont forget to vote if you want me to make a manga out of this!
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Chapter 12: My Country's Own Worst Enemy (Part 1)

"Alright students," the American teacher announced as class started, "we're going to start on a project about the Revolutionary War." She grabbed two sheets of paper and posted them on the bulletin board inside the classroom. "When class is over, you can look to see who you're paired with and what you and your partner were assigned to." She then grabbed her textbook off her desk. "Now, let's start on page 160 shall we?"

After class, the students were eager to see who they were paired with. "Uh oh," the American said to himself. He noticed that his name was paired with the British. He knew right away that America and England both had their issues in the past, which hopefully this doesn't affect the American and his British friend in the present.

Just as he about to leave class, the American History stopped him. "You know if you don't pass this project, you won't pass this quarter which means you'll be spending Christmas here while everyone goes back home." Apparently, if your average isn't at least 80 or higher, you'll have to spend the whole winter break in the school.

The American gave an irritated look. If she says I'm failing, then why did she pair me up with him?

"And there is a reason why I paired you two," the teacher said. "You just have to find out."

The American then turned away from the teacher. Damn, how does she know what I'm thinking?!

Well, the American student isn't the only one dealing with "pairing up" issues.

"Oh no, not him," the Palestinian girl said to herself.

"What is it?" the Greek girl asked.

"I'm paired up with him." She pointed to the name she was paired with.

"I don't see anything wrong," the Greek girl said.

"You don't get it, he's Israeli and I don't get along with them."

"Well, you can ask the teacher to switch with someone." The Greek then looked to see who she's paired with. "Damn! I'm paired up with the freakin' Turk!"

That same day, after school, the American went back to his dorm to see if his roommate was still there. "Damn, I forgot my keys again," he said to himself, trying to find the spare key which was usually hidden on top of the ledge of the door. He finally grabbed the key and just as he was about to open the door, he heard something.

It sounded like there was more than one person. "Stop it!" The voice exclaimed. It sounded pretty feminine.

"C'mon, one more," the other voice said. It sounded like the British boy.

The American's face turned red. His thoughts were racing like any other teenage boy's. Then he heard a girl squeal and he quickly opened the door to see what's going on. He finally unlocked the door and quickly turned the knob. He finally got in, and to his surprise, they were both just playing video games.

"Yeah! Whoohoo!" the Japanese girl exclaimed. "I kicked your ass again!"

The British looked away and noticed the American was still standing. "Oh, hi," the British said to him.

"Uh, hi," he greeted back. "Why are you two playing with my Xbox?"

"Oh, well, she wanted to see what kind of games you had and she wanted to play with them so, here we are," the British explained.

"Yeah, and I kicked his ass for the fifteenth time," the Japanese girl said rubbing it to the British's face. Then, she got up and put her shoes back on. "Well, I better get going." She then gave the British a quick kiss on the lips and left the room.

After she left the room, the British picked up the wireless controllers and placed them back in the shelf. "So, what's up?"

The American wanted to say something snippy or something that usually makes the British pissed off, but he was more concentrating on the project. "So I was thinking," he started, "what do you want to do for the project?"

"Me?" the British asked. "Well, I dunno, a diorama or something."

"Right, then we'll go to the library tomorrow afterschool."

The British agreed. "Fine, tomorrow after school at the library."

The next day after school, the American and the British went to the library. They spent two hours researching on their topic, which was the final battle of the war, and they couldn't find anything useful.

"Damn it," the American said tossing the books in a pile. "We can't find anything."

"Maybe we should ask the librarian," the British said, placing more books on the table.

"Wait," he told him. "I know one place where we haven't checked." He went to the back of the library to see if there was at least one book. The British gave in and followed the American. "It's gotta be here somewhere," he said, looking for the book in the shelves.

The British got bored and stood beside one of the shelves. "C'mon, can't we just go ask her?"

"Not yet," he told him. "I found it!" He picked up the book from the highest shelf.

Suddenly, the book shelf that the British was standing next to, opened and he fell right inside.

"Hey, I found—hey, where'd you go?" The American looked around to see where the British was and saw what looked like a passage way. "Hey, are you in there?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," the British said getting up, "thanks for asking."

The American noticed a light switch and turned it on. It was room that looked like a storage closet. "What's all this stuff?" the American wondered.

The British and the American both looked into some of the boxes. Some of the stuff that they found looked dusty and old. The American then stumbled upon a painting. "Hey, check this out."

It was a portrait of England and young America. British was surprised at this picture. "They both look so happy."

"Yeah," American said, astounded by the painting. "I wonder what happened." Then he noticed something else. It was an old diary that was said to be written in the 1700s. "Look at this," he told the British, "maybe we can find the answer in here."

"Open to the last date," he told the American.

The American flipped to the last few pages and then he started reading:

November 11, 1782

Yesterday was the last battle for the war. It was cold rainy day and our men were finally ready to end this. But sadly, Britain didn't want to give up. He was the only one, standing on the battle field, holding a musket, even though there were no bullets left for him.

As I was standing there, watching him, I knew I had the advantage to shoot him, but I can't. My men were behind me, they were ready to fight anytime if anything happens to me. I told Britain once and for all that I wanted to be free and I'm not a little child anymore.

All he said to me was I was a good for nothing spoiled twat and then out of nowhere, he dodged and tried to pierce me with the tip of his musket but I blocked with my gun but it flipped over. Then I heard the general telling the soldiers to fire, but I waved my hand to signal them to halt. Then Britain went down on his knees and admitted defeat.

That day was when I remembered we both held hands.

The British and the American looked at each other. "Who knew," the American wondered aloud.

"They were both brothers," the British told him. "I bet he didn't want to do this, but he wanted to show Mr. England that he's not a child anymore."

The American got up. "Well, what now?"

The Britain's mind lit up. "What was that date?"

The American looked at the date. "November 11, 1782."

"Which means the day before was the last day of the battle." The American's head started to light up too. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

The American smiled. "Oh yes, we are so going to get an A plus!"

Suddenly, the two boys heard a door opening. "We gotta get out of here," the British told the American.

Then, the two boys put everything back and left the secret room. After that, they both pushed the opened book shelf back to where it was.

A week later, the project was due. It was a cold rainy day at school. The American and the British decided to go last. When they both went up to the class, the whole class started to laugh.

"Okay," the teacher told them. "Settle down." Then the class stopped laughing and settled back down. "Now, what are you two wearing?"

"Oh, this is what Mr. America wore during the Revolutionary War," the American told her. Surprisingly, he looked exactly like America when he was fighting during the Revolution.

"And this is what Mr. England wore during the Revolutionary War," the British told her. He looked exactly like England (including the fake eyebrows).

"Okay, so why are you both wearing them?" she asked.

"Because for our project, we wanted to do a reenactment for the final battle," the American told her.

"And since the weather is perfect enough for us to do it, we want to do it outside," the British told her.

The teacher looked confused. "Outside? Why not here?"

"Because it wouldn't be a reenactment without some live scenery," the American answered. He then turned to the class to hear their opinion. "So, what do you guys think?"

The class was silent for a moment and about a few seconds later; the class cheered and asked the teacher to let them do it. The teacher finally gave in. "Alright, alright, we'll do it." She grabbed an umbrella. "But you guys will be wet."

And so, the American and the British both did the reenactment.

"Britain, I want to be free," the American shouted in the rain. "I'm tired of you treating me like a child and letting my people pay too many taxes!"

Then the British ran towards the American with a fake musket and repeated the same move what England did. The American did the same, pretending the musket flew right out of his arms. Afterwards, the battle was over and the rain suddenly stopped.

The American gave the British a hand. The British grabbed it and got up. Then, the class was cheering.

"Good show boys," the American teacher said. "A plus!"

And with that, the two boys gave each other a high five.


Part 2 coming up soon!