"America," England said shortly. "Tell me exactly what you did." America gulped. "Well, you see..."
He thought back to when him and Canada were young.
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America swung his legs boredly in the air, tossing down his tin soldier. He was bored. England was away again. He always was, and when he was home, he didn't have time for America. America was tired of being alone. suddenly he heard a noise at the door. When he looked up he saw Canada standing there, clutching a polar bear cub. America couldn't help but jump. How long had he been there? "um." the other country started quietly "Voulez-vous jouer avec moi?" "Huh?" America knew this silent country was his bother, having been introduced to him by England, but being that he was quiet and calm, and generally lacked presence, had quickly lost interest in him. Besides, this country spoke weird. "um..." the other country tired again, this time in English, "Will you play with me?" Normally, America just ignored Canada, as he found him to be quite boring, but at this time, he was dying for some entertainment, and there was his brother, literally offering himself up for it.
America jumped to his feet, bouncing with excitement. "Lets play pretend! You can be a horrible dragon that kidnapped the princess, and I'll be the hero!" His unsuspecting brother was quick to agree, and the polar bear was deemed the princess and"trapped" on a "tower" made out of piled couch cushions. "I'll save the princess, and you have to stop me!" America instructed, picking up a wooden sword England had made for him. "um, can i have a sword?" Canada asked meekly. " Of course not!" America shot down his brother instantly. "Engwand made this for me, not you! and besides, dragons don't use swords!" "-oh." And with that, America proceed to viciously attack the other nation with a wooden sword, regardless of his brother's wailing.
After that, Canada wouldn't play "pretend" with him any more. So America suggested "Tag". After being chased around non-stop by america with a baseball bat, Canada refused to play tag with him anymore. When they had played board games together, America disregarded the rules, and did things like steal from the bank in monopoly, or move chess pieces however he liked. When they played sports together, America whaled on his brother, often hitting him with the cricket bat, or kicking the ball into his face when they played football. Playing puzzles or colouring was impossible with America, as he got bored very easily. Finally, a very bruised, battered, and bullied Canada suggested "Hide and seek." America had volunteered to go first. America had searched in his usual manner, Smacking everything that could possibly hid someone with a cricket bat, or squirting things with a water gun, or a paintball gun. Thankfully, Canada was very good at hiding. So he never got caught.
Finally, America gave up. When he turned around he jumped back with a scream. "Aaah!" Canada was standing there, quietly, like he appeared out of nowhere, with a strange look on his face. "Is it my turn now?" he asked quietly. Pretending he hadn't been scared, America hastily stood back up. "huh? S-Sure." Canada smiled for the first time. "Yay! I'll count!" Before America could think, Canada began to count loudly, while covering his eyes. "1...2...3.." America turned and ran to hide. "6...7..." finding a small hole in England's hedges, America squeezed himself in. "9...10!" Canada finished. He ran into England's garage for a moment, then came running out. "Ready or not, here I come !" America snickered, thinking Canada would never find him in his hiding place, not noticing the change in his brother's tone. He heard a rustling noise on the other side of the hedge and went still. After a moment he heard footsteps crunching away and relaxed.
That is, until he heard the crackling noise and felt the heat. A moment later, he burst out of his hiding place, screaming, the back of his shirt on fire. Quickly, America dropped onto the cool grass and rolled, trying to extinguish the flames. Once they died down, America sat up, and stared with horrified aw at England's burning hedges. Then he heard a noise from behind him. "Found you." He turned slowly, afraid of the tone from behind him. Canada gripped the cricket bat tightly in his hands. "W-wait! STOP!" America cried desperately, holding his hands out in front of him. "You cant hit me! I'm the hero!" "Eh?" Canada tilted his head to the side. "Je joue juste à cache-cache ." He lifted the bat above his head. America scooted backwards on his butt.
America was shaking now. His eyes filled with tears and he gave Canada a look that always made England forget about punishing him. "I don't know what you said! I'm scared! Please don't hurt me!" Canada stopped for a moment,seemingly considering this. America started to relax, by his blood went cold with Canada's next words. "I'm just playing hide and seek."
England stared at America in horror as he finished his story. "That was Canada who burned down my hedges?" America huffed. "I told you it wasn't me! You didn't believe me!" "Well, never mind that!" England ignored him. "What the hell did you do to Canada while I wasn't around?"