New Chapter! :) (Kind of short)
Britain and France gasp as the clone walk towards them. France flinches as clone Britain gets up close to him, his bat raised. The fake Britain puts up one hand defensively, the other scratching the back of his head.
"What are you doing? I was just going to introduce myself." The clone held out his hand, waiting for France to shake it, but he doesn't he reach for it.
"NO!" France yells backing away warily, putting up his bat up even higher. France wasn't going to touch him.
"What's wrong?" clone Britain asks, lunging at France's hand. France gasps as the clone's hand came in contact with his. He shakes France's hand, and then pulls it away snickering.
France stares down at his hand, it wasn't swelling and it was burning or anything. He breathes out, wiping some sweat of his forehead. "What are you?"
"Well I'm Arthur Kirkland of course! Silly France!" Clone Britain laughs and pats him on the back. He then looks over the other Britain. "Pleased to meet you also Britain."
Britain just stares back at his clone. He has never had one, nor that he had ever dreamed of having one. This whole arrangement was very awkward to him.
"Aren't you looking for someone?" the clone asks, changing the subject. The two gulp nervously.
"This doesn't concern you!" Britain grumbles, looking away.
"Why not? I'm trust-able!"
"I don't even believe trust-able is a bloody word." Britain says, frowning at his other self and his lack of good grammar. This fake couldn't possibly be a clone of him. He was much more refined then this bugger!
France nods. He grabs Britain's arm, wanting to continue their journey. So they ignore the clone, and they continue walking. But not alone this time, the stupid clone follows them.
"Guys, who are you looking for? Why won't you listen to me?" the clone asks, bickering on and on.
"Shut up!" Britain and France yell. They were not going to mention America! They were not stupid enough to believe this fake. But there was one good thing at least, his touch didn't hurt them.
But this one thing is what confused them. The last Steve they met hurt humans with contact to the skin, maybe this one kills in a different way?
"Ha ha!" a loud voice laughs. France and Britain both stop, causing the clone to stop also.
"America?" France asks. He moves his flashlight more to the left and sees nothing. "Did you hear that Britain?" he looks over at the real Britain that was still clutching his arm. This way he knew it was this was real Britain. If he let go of France's arm, he might get the two mixed up.
"That did sound like America, didn't it?" Britain says, looking around for America.
"Ha ha ha!" someone laughs again. France waves his flashlight around and he sees… America? But it couldn't be him!
"America?" Britain asks quietly, shaking at what he saw. He did see America, clear as day from the flashlight's light in front of him. This must be the real America if I can see him Britain thinks to himself.
"Imposter!" France yells, raising his bat. He didn't want to take any chances of being touched or Britain being touched again. He lunges at the America clone.
"What?" Britain asks.
"Wait! I'm not…" America starts to protest, but that was all he could mutter before France lunges at America.
He swings down and hits him hard on the head with his baseball bat, cracking his skull. He falls on the ground; the direct hit to the brain killed him instantly. Blood spills all over the dark area, splashing France in the face along with showering his entire body with little dots of crimson.
"What did he say before…?" France takes a deep breath, remembering what America had muttered. What if he… no, it can't be! He didn't just kill the real America, did he? Then he had an idea, maybe the clone Britain would know if it was a fake or not.
"France!" Britain curses as he ran to his once before sibling.
"Was that a human or a clone?" France asks quietly to the clone, his voice squeaking as he stared blankly at the blood all over him. Fake Britain walks and bends over the dead body.
"Nah. I would know. This was definitely a human. Was this the guy you were looking for?" Real Britain gets up and shakes his head while muttering. France face twitches as tears begin to roll down his stubbly face.
"So… that was the real America?" France chokes, barely able to stand up to the news that has just been revealed to him. He had just tried to protect himself and Britain, he hadn't thought it through. It all happened so quickly.
Britain was not taking the news well. He was pulling at his hair and frantically walking around in circles all the while cursing like a sailor. "You didn't even check or anything! I'm going to kill you. Damnit frog face! You killed my little…"Tears were streaming down his cheeks in quick rivers, his face pulled in tight like a raisin as he choked out his sentence. His was going insane.
France tried not to lose his sanity. He hadn't even stopped to even consider him being human or not. He had just killed him, not giving him any chance to prove if he was America or not.
"How do we even know if this fake is even telling the truth? What if this isn't America?" France yells shakily to the real Britain. Fake Britain laughs, shrugging.
"I'm telling the truth. And besides, when one of us dies, we turn into a blue liquid. So if that was your friend, I'm sorry to say that that was not a clone." Well that was it. France fell to his knees, barely breathing. America was dead. No way to bring him back. He was gone forever…
OH NO! :'O poor america, new chapter coming soon (i hope).
