Hey guys! It is time for another chapter of Britannia. I had about 2500 words in before my computer went to hell and fucked everything up so now I have to re-write everything without it saved and now I'm pissed. I even saved the document and it still erased everything. Why does my computer have to be such a piece of shit!? Okay, now that I'm done with my rant, I can get back to actually talking about the story. Uhh...I have no idea what I'm going to do now because it's not like I can just copy the whole thing. Wish I could but I can't. This is the same thing that happened with the Civil War chapter. God...Anyway, I got my car fixed and and I saw that movie Deadpool. Go see it, it's a funny movie and it's the best movie I have seen this year so far. It's probably even the best superhero I've seen right next to Batman and Spiderman. And I am also having a busy week so I don't even know if I will get this chapter out by this weekend now. It would've been posted today but I guess "someone" didn't want that to happen. And there was going to be two chapters this weekend but there's only going to be one thanks to my stupid ass computer. I know some people don't even have a computer and have to write all of their stories on their phone but getting everything erased just naturally puts you in a bad mood, you know? Ok whatever, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Please review or comment the chapter or story or I'm not going to make another chapter for a long time. You guys never disappoint me but I'm just saying. Finally, thanks so much for taking your time to read this and here is the chapter! P.S. THIS CHAPTER IS GOING TO HAVE A LOT OF LINE BREAKS!

Ch. 20: Tea Time with Switzerland

(Year: 1915)

Scarlett made sure to go the south route instead of the northern route so she wouldn't have to deal with enemy soldiers. She made sure that she didn't have to take the risk of getting captured by Austria or Hungary's troops. Like they could capture her anyway. She also had to worry about Germany's troops since they were on the western and eastern front. So instead of traveling north like she did when she was going over here to help Russia, she decided to go south into Switzerland and from there, into France where she could finally cross the English Channel and get back to her troops. She blew at her blonde hair in annoyance as she thought about the journey. Sure, it was getting warmer every time she entered a new western town but this was kind of exhausting. By the time she actually crossed the border into Switzerland, she was so tired that she didn't even notice that she was in the country. There was a sign that told her that she was…

Sie überqueren jetzt in der Schweiz! Hüten Sie sich vor Pistole schwingenden Land!

(You are now crossing into Switzerland! Beware of gun-wielding country!)

But it was in German and she didn't feel like trying to read it. Why couldn't everything be in damn English!?

"Ugh...My eyes are starting to droop…"

Scarlett told herself as she started to move slower. The bright warm sun high above her wasn't helping either. The bright ball of light was accompanied by large white clouds that looked like big fluffy pillows. That doesn't help either! She looked down at the path she was walking and she noticed that colorful flowers were popping up on the trail more and more which meant that someone planted seeds under it. Why!? That made her EVEN MORE sleepy! After ten minutes of walking slowly through the grassy plains, she finally stopped in her tracks and sighed.

"I guess taking a little rest wouldn't hurt…"

She whispered to herself as she walked a few feet off the trail and in a bed of flowers. She sat down and enjoyed the warmth the sun was giving her. It was a stark contrast to that of the Carpathian Mountains. That place was hell on Earth but really cold instead of hot! The softness of the tulip petals around her finally brought her into sleep, her breathing becoming quiet and slow as she curled up in a ball. She probably laid there for a good ten minutes before the warmth on her smooth skin suddenly vanished. Scarlett opened her eyes when she heard a man clear his throat. Her green eyes shot open to see the end of a gun pointing at her. Her face contorted into panic as she looked around for an escape route. Of course she couldn't die but those bullets still hurt like accidentally cutting yourself with a kitchen knife. If you haven't experienced that feeling, go to your kitchen, cut your hand or finger with knife, and then come back and read the story so you can "connect" with Scarlett's pain. The man in front of her watched the blonde girl in front of him starting to freak out and he lowered his gun with a sigh.

"Stand up."

He said to her. She stopped gazing around and looked up at him nervously. He nodded his head and she slowly got up, her eyes not leaving him. He thought for a minute before rubbing the back of his head.

"Who are you and why are you in my country without permission?"

He questioned her with his eyebrow raised. She wanted to speak but her throat was dry. She just had to calm down right now. God, why did she have to fall asleep!? She even told herself not to! Curse you environment! She looked her questioner up and down and examined him. He had blonde hair and green eyes like she did. He was, she assumed, the same age as her so could he maybe be a country or just a regular soldier from the country's army?

'Wait a minute, he asked me why I was in 'his' country so he might just be a country.'

She thought to herself as she finally calmed down.

"I'm Britannia and I didn't realize that I was in your country when I walked in because I was tired from traveling all the way from the Carpathian Mountains and I was fighting there with Russia against Austria and Hungary and I was only trying to get back to my troops in Britain so I could prepare them for Germany but then when I got here I fell asleep and-"

She stopped to breathe.

"...And I'm sorry…"

She said in the most innocent way. The man's eyes stared at her in a widened position as he watched her get her breath back again. She held her chest as her breathing slowed down once again.

"Are you okay?"

He asked her in concern. She looked up in surprise and nodded her head. He was actually nicer than she thought he was.

"Fair enough. I'm Switzerland."

He informed her as he lowered his gun completely.

"...If you don't mind me asking, why were you fighting with Russia all the way over there when your country is between America and Britain?"

He asked her.

"Well, I traveled to England's with all of my troops and he told me that he would train my troops if I helped Russia with Austria and Hungary since he was having some trouble beating them back. So I decided to help him and we won that battle if I do say so myself."

She said with a smirk. Switzerland almost laughed at her confidence. He picked up his gun and swung it behind his back where he held the strap like a backpack. For some reason this girl in front of him intrigued him to where he didn't instantly hate her. By that, he meant that he could actually be friends with her. See, he didn't like being friends with other countries because 1. They were all liars. 2. They all did things for their own benefit. And 3. They were all assholes! However, Britannia did not seem like that type of country. What was he thinking, he just met her!

"Umm...Switzerland?"

He gasped when he realized he was contemplating everything in his mind in front of her and not even paying attention to what she was doing.

"Sorry...And call me Vash. I don't let many people know my name so don't tell anyone okay?"

He whispered to her. She nodded with some suspicion.

"Okay, I won't...I'm Scarlett and I don't really care if people know my name."

She replied to him. He glanced over at his house a couple of miles away and then looked back at Scarlett. This could be his chance to actually gain some allies just in case the countries around his country decided to invade him. Being the smooth bastard he was (not really), he invited the Britannian over to his house for a rest. He offered her some tea and she gladly accepted it as she followed him to his house. On their way, Scarlett kept her eyes on the Swiss Alps that complimented a pretty little pond next to Vash's house. The water was clear blue, just like water in the caribbean. She always had a thing for beautiful landscapes. She didn't know why, she just figured it was because she was a girl.

"I like to to sit in front of the pond sometimes to clear my mind. It works every time."

The boy told her when he noticed the expression on her face. She smiled in return as the two of them made it to the country's house and went inside. Switzerland's house was very big, inside and outside. However, the inside was what really gave the house its creativity. Pictures aligned the wall and decorations surrounded the room they walked into. There was one picture though that caught Scarlett's eye. It showed Switzerland with a girl next to him. She looked to be about thirteen or fourteen.

"Hey Vash."

"Hmm?"

He hummed as he poured some tea from the fragile glass pot into the cup.

"Who's that girl in that picture?"

She asked him. He tilted his head to look at it from where he was standing and smiled when he saw it.

"Oh. That's Liechtenstein. Her real name is Erika though. She lives close by and visits me every so often. But lately, she hasn't because of the war and the fact that her country is in serious decline...Damn Germany. He's such a douchebag."

"Really? When I met him at the meeting he seemed pretty nice."

She said, sitting down at the table. Vash shook his head and huffed.

"Hell no, he's an asshole. Or at least his leaders are. They are always looking to cause trouble. It's very annoying. I think he even created that new country next to Austria, Poland, and Ukraine."

The blonde said with his arms crossed. That was the second time somebody mentioned a "new country" to her so she had to find out more.

"Yeah I heard there was a new one. Have you met him?"

He nodded his head.

"Yes. His name is Kyrovania. I sell him weapons whenever he asks for them. Somehow he always has the right amount of money. Usually a country owes me money when I lend them weapons which is really irritating...I'm sorry, I'm being negative...Anyway, yes he has not told me his name because I've never asked. He just comes here, buys weapons, and leaves. If I remember correctly, he's right in the middle of four countries. Basically, they lost a portion of their territory to him somehow. Maybe it's because Germany stirred things up and Europe went to Hell. But he takes up some parts of Ukraine, Austria-Hungary, Poland, and Romania. I just hope he doesn't turn out to be a jerk like the other countries in this world. Except you of course."

He added with redness on his cheeks. Britannia smiled and nodded in agreement. What!? Most of the countries were indeed jerks!

"On another subject, you said you were trying to get back to your troops in Britain right? What do you think he is teaching them right now?"

"Oh God, there's no telling…"

She replied with a skeptical look…

"And this is what I mean by 'wanker'."

Britain told the soldiers as he lowered his instruction stick from the board. Scarlett's troops nodded in thought and wrote down notes. What were these soldiers doing exactly? Well, for some reason that is unknown, Britain thought that the men weren't understanding him completely so before doing any physical training he chose to teach the soldiers British slang. Yeah…

"Alright men, practice with each other for a few minutes."

"Yes sir!"

They all said in unison.

"You bloody wanker that's not my cup of tea!"

"You sir are a wazzock."

"For the record, I am barking mad!"

"Blimey! that's absurd!"

They said to each other in their best english accent. Britain stood there proudly with a smirk on his face until the Queen walked over to him across the courtyard. Britannia's men stopped and greeted her before resuming their impersonations.

"Hello boys. It is good to see you."

She said sweetly before turning her attention to Arthur.

"Arthur, If I may ask, how does this help them win a war?"

"It builds confidence, your majesty."

"How so?"

She pressed on.

"The way I see it, if they know what I'm saying then they will learn faster and work harder. I believe that training with them now in their current state would simply be irrelevant."

The twenty-three year old country told his queen. She gave him a look and raised her eyebrows in uncertainty. She looked down at her white gloves and folded her hands together to look more proper. The English were very good at doing that by the way.

"You do realize that they speak English as well, yes?"

He nodded.

"Excellent, now stop this...buffoonery...and train them properly Arthur. I wouldn't want to see Miss Scarlett get angry with you when she returns from her trip…"

And with that, she turned back to her bodyguards and they escorted her away. Britain, being his stubborn self, stuck his snobbish head in the air and spoke up.

"Alright that's enough! I guess...we can start shooting some guns."

The Britannian soldiers cheered as they all ran to get a gun.

"Bet you one of them shoots themselves by accident…"

One of Britain's guards said to the other with snickers following it. Long story short, England had to send at least ten soldiers to the clinic to get themselves patched up…"

Scarlett put a hand over her arm and shivered a little, making Vash stand up and ask her if she was okay. She looked up at him and slowly put her hand back down on the table.

"Yeah I'm okay. I just felt like there was something wrong. Not in a terrorist sense but in a...I don't know, I can't explain it. Like someone of mine shouldn't be doing what they're doing. You think it's my soldiers?"

"No, they should be fine. More sugar?"

He asked her. She grinned and nodded.

"Yes please."

"Alright. And what about your country? I assume you haven't been there in a while. How are they holding up?"

Switzerland asked as he sipped his tea. She waved her hand through the air.

"Oh I'm sure they're fine."

"Where is Lady Britannia!?"

Britannia's president asked his assistant. The assistant clutched the notebook in her hands and her eye twitched in annoyance.

"Sir, how many times do I have to tell you that she's been gone for two months to fight in Europe! Are you so old that you keep forgetting this!?"

"No! I'm only like...Oh God, I don't remember!"

He yelled in a panicked tone. She rolled her eyes.

"You're forty-five years old! And why do you need Britannia anyways?"

"I can't tie a tie! She always did it for me and now I've been tieless for two months! Do you know how to tie a tie!?"

She asked her. Well, more like yelled at her. She sighed to herself and pinched the bridge of her nose.

'God help us. Lady Britannia please hurry up and win this war before I lose my sanity…'

"Welllllllllllll, I think I should be going now. Again, thank you so much for inviting me into your home Vash. You've been very sweet hehe."

Scarlett gave him a hug and he blushed as he hugged her back.

"Uhh...N-No problem...Would you like me to escort you to the west border?"

"No, I'll be fine. Thank you though. Okay, I'll be off now. See ya later!"

The girl said to Vash as he let her out of his house. He watched her go and smiled. He never expected the day to go like that…

Back in America, Alfred walked back and forth in his room at the White House. He's had that pang of guilt in his gut ever since World War One started. He wasn't even in it and he wanted to be. Not to help Europe out because frankly they were all kind of mean to him, but to make sure his best friend didn't get hurt during it. The only problem was that his people preferred to stick with their isolationist views and stay neutral. And that was fine with him. However, his president, Woodrow Wilson, wouldn't even let him go to Europe just by himself because he said it would cause quote, "unnecessary conflict". That pissed him off so bad that he actually stopped eating junk food for once. He lasted about a week before he gave into his addiction but he was still really mad! Given the chance, he could do so much with just his fists. And using the spying skills Britain taught him when he was younger, he could at least gather some information in case the United States did get into the war. He just wanted to do something damn it!

Knock! Knock!

He stopped thinking to himself when someone knocked on the door. He looked at it and ran a hand through his hair before answering it. His boss stood there with a stern look on his face and Alfred sighed loudly as he left the door and and sat on his bed.

"What do you need boss?"

He asked. President Wilson put his hands in his pockets and sat next to the teen. Alfred looked away from him and crossed his arms over his chest like he was trying to ignore the president.

"Alfred, I know you've been mad at me for the past couple of months but I hope this will make you happy again."

That got Alfred's attention. The young country uncrossed his arms and turned his head to look at his boss again.

"...Okay good I have your attention. Now I know I haven't let you go to Europe to help out in the war but I've been really thinking about it lately. Now, I'm not saying we are declaring war on anybody because we're definitely not prepared for that. What I am saying is that I want you to go to Russia and get details of the war from him. DO NOT get into a conflict because Germany or his allies might think you're in this war and you're not supposed to be. We just need information and I think it would be good if you increased our relations with Russia. You think you can do that?"

America jumped from the bed with a huge smile on his face as he punched through the air and shook his fists like he won a bet.

"Hell yeah boss dude! You can count on me! Thanks so much! I'm gonna leave right now! Do you think it's cold in Russia this time of year!? I should bring a jacket anyway! I'm gonna pack a shitload of food too so I don't get hungry! Oh my God, this is gonna be so freaking awesome! Okay see ya pres!"

He screamed as he already had everything packed and ready to go. His boss stared at the door as it flung open and a very excited country ran out. He shook his head and rubbed his temples, Alfred's voice still ringing in his ears.

"Didn't think that would work so well…"

He whispered before walking back to the oval office to finish some over-due paperwork.…

And that is the end of the chapter! Okay, I feel better now! Sorry about the rant at the beginning of the chapter. I just got so mad that I typed all of my anger into it so I'm sorry again and I hope it doesn't happen again lol. I saw that movie, Dirty Grandpa last night and...Ugh, it should be rated X haha. My town still has a drive-in so I also had to see Deadpool again with a couple of friends because they haven't seen it yet and I got to thinking while watching it. You know how he regenerate whenever he gets shot or breaks a bone? Well I guess that's kind of how the countries heal themselves. Probably in a faster way though. Okay anyway, please review or comment on the story and give me some ideas! Now! Finally, thanks so much for reading and I will see you next time!