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"America, give me the book!" The British pulls out his pistol and points the American. "I'm not playing, bastard!"

"Just tell me!" America backs down a little. "What's so important that just are eager to know?"

England slowly sighs and sits down on an open window. America goes to his side and pats his shoulder, just to receive a cold reaction.

"I did lots of mistakes; that's all I have to say America" he stands.

~Christmas Day~

Spain was walking on the beach with a small girl between his arms. The girl had tan-skin and short black hair and was really close to Spain chest. She was shaking in fear for some reason.

"Now, no need to be scared" Spain slowly stoke her black curly hair. "I will always be here"

The smaller girl let out a sigh of relief and smiles to her mother. Spain gentle puts the girl on the white sand. He started to teach her how to walk.

Slowly, the little girl grabbed the pace of his steps. She walked clumsy, which made Spain chuckle.

"I think is time to give you a name" Spain kneeled down. "Come here, Jamaica"

The girl fell on Spain arms and he lifts her. He then continues his walking.

"I'm not giving this to him!" America protest to the British man. "Is a bloody piece of paper; give me then…cry baby!"

The British maintaining his head down gave the letter to the Spaniard, which he quickly grabs and starts to read.

"What? England? There?" Spain leaves little Jamaica on the sand and runs to the city bay.

"So, we leave then" England grins. "I think I know what happens next"

"You are starting to scare me" America maintains distance from the blond in front of him as they fallow Spain; leaving little Jamaica behind.

Spain aboard his ship with his soldiers and orders his men to gear up for a surprise attack. He carried pistols in both hands and his crew was more that exited to pick a fight with the British pirates roaming their waters.

"Listen up and listen well!" The Spaniard grabs the attention on the boat. "We fight for our crown"

"Long life to Spain!" they shout.

The trip along the waves wasn't long and they quickly arrived to the place were supposedly the British were going to attack. Soon when they hit the port the Spaniard scatters his troops around the place and patiently waits hidden on the vast jungle.

"They will not know what hit them" Spain smiles. "This girl is safe"

The hours passed around their fingers and nothing. The soldiers were getting anxious and some started to leave the attack pose, which only made Spain angry.

"I-is the British flag!" A soldier yelled from the distance.

Spain grabbed his pistols and moved inside the woods. Some soldiers stayed behind while others were ahead.

"This man sure runs!" America says trying to catch his breath. "I'm beat up"

"Is not the way he runs, is the way you eat, bastard!" England laughs.

Spain troops were waiting again, but then the British army stepped on the shores of the island; Spain was the first to shoot his gun. Soon enough there were swords clashing with each other, guns being fired and dead people on the ground. As the time passed the white sands blend with crimson red.

"Nice fight mate!" a voice was heard between both crowds. "If I do say so myself"

"Just get out of my lands! Dirty pirate!" Spain yells. "Soon your crown will know"

"Really? Don' dare me, bloody bastard!" England laughs. "Are you going to accuse me?"

On the distance America was pushing England to the ground to stop him from moving.

"America! You better get of me!" England struggles in the hands of America. "I need-"

"Nothing!" America yells. "It already happened!"

"Just" England sighs

"That wasn't the reaction from the morning" the American says

Spain points his gun to the British pirate that only laughs. Most of Spain soldiers were on the floor as well as the British crew. At the end both side realized that the fight was useless and the British backs down as well as Spain.

"Sir, are we-" The man was stop when the blond pirate grabbed him from his neck.

"We are not going back empty handed" the pirate whispers.

Soon the ships were gone and Spain breathed peacefully at his victory. He then takes a glimpse to his left.

"You two! Stop fighting with each other and let's back home!" Spain let out a smile.

Spain gather again his army and goes back to see the other children. Just miles away from where he was the British pirates found themselves on another island where a little black hair girl was learning how to walk.

"Are you lost little one?" The blond pirate grabs the girl between his arms.

Spain has lost his first child to the British pirates. Little Jamaica just learned how to walk that day; that Christmas day.

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