Not Out of the Game

Since the end of World War II, England's power had declined with him granting the majority of his colonies their independence and autonomy. However, this would mean that some old rivals could exploit the situation and capture their old lands back.

The Falkland Islands were nominally British Overseas Territory, but Argentina had been claiming him. The Argentine Nation took the chance to retrieve the "vital region".

Sailing towards the Falkland shores, it was a vessel sporting the Argentine flag. Laura Maradona, better known as the Nation-state of Argentina, looked at the island beyond.

Dressed out of her military uniform, the uniform of a metal collector was something she never thought to be wearing. However, she knew her purpose there. She was going to bring him back home, as her boss had ordered her to.

"Argentina, your mission is to annex the Islas Malvinas," Argentina's boss informed the buxom Nation.

"Boss, is now a good time?" she asked.

"Yes, the United Kingdom is losing more power over the years and I'm sure he can do without another colony," her boss said, "if he dares to fight back, let him. We Argentines will be remembered as the one who slain the British Imperial Empire."

"Don't worry, I will bring Malvinas back home," she said, "Men, prepare for landing! I'm going out there alone!"

When they arrived at the island and set foot, several British soldiers approached her entourage.

"Excuse me, but your purpose here is…" the soldier asked.

"We are here to… er… dispose waste scrap metals…" Argentina promptly replied, "We will be done quickly, if you let me go on quickly. Surely you won't refuse a babe like me~"

The British soldiers heard the Argentine's reasoning and let her go on. Without interference, Argentina was quickly greeted by a familiar person. On the surface, it was a child of perhaps 12-13 years of age, but his age ran into centuries. His current name would be Falklands, but Argentina called him Malvinas. Falklands wore a simple sailor's outfit, complete with a cap.

"Argentina, you're here!" Falklands cheered on.

"Hola little one," Argentina replied, "I brought you something, a present from me."

Argentina took out a gift parcel and handed it to the island Nation. He opened it and saw the Argentine flag inside.

"It looks very nice," Falklands said.

"Gracias, you like it right?" Argentina said, "Let me hang it up for everyone to see how pretty it is."

Argentina took the flag and ran up to a flag post nearby that had the Union Jack fluttering. She lowered the Union Jack and quickly hoisted the Argentine flag.

"Argentina, why are you throwing away England's flag?" Falklands asked.

"Because… my flag looks way better than his," Argentina replied, hugging the Falkland Islander, "don't worry, I won't let the Eyebrows monster take you away."

"Yes, the plan is a success!" she thought, "Eyebrows, come get me…"

However, this news of the Falklands' conquest soon reached England's ears.

"Ha ha, if it isn't England the fallen empire!" France laughed, as Austria and Spain were standing beside him, hearing France taunting the Englishman.

"Ahem, and that coming from a country who also lost his empire," England retorted.

"Uhh… you lost America in the Revolutionary War way before I lost anything," France insulted.

"Which I could have won if not for your dumb intervention," England added, "as if distracting me back at Gibraltar was bad enough…"

Suddenly, a radio set near them turned to the World News.

"…So there you have it, the Argentine colours fluttering in the skies of Stanley."

"Charlie, that's now Puerto Argentino to you… ever since Argentina occupied the Malvinas, formerly known as the Falkland Islands."

"Guess the United Kingdom is breaking up at last. So who's next? Scotland?"

"My vital regions have been seized by Argentina!" England declared, "I will not have that bitch take them as she pleases!"

"England, we are way past our prime," Spain said, "just let Senorita Argentina take the Falklands. I want Gibraltar back."

"Pride-less fools," England snapped, "I'm talking to someone who cares, like my Parliament!"

Soon, England was in London and speaking to his Prime Minister, the then Margaret Thatcher.

"Ms Thatcher and members of the Parliament, the Argentine Republic has illegally seized my vital regions!" England declared, "We must claim them back at once!"

"Great Britain, there are better terms to express the Falklands with," Thatcher said.

"Mr Britain, I believe that we should just let this slip," a Parliament member voiced out, "we can do without just one colony."

"Bloody hell!" yelled England, "the people of the United Kingdom has spoken and voted in their opinion on the matter!"

"About that, those ticks resemble your handwriting," another minister remarked, while looking at the ballots.

"Very well then, the United Kingdom shall formally retaliate against the invasion and sever ties with the Argentine Republic," Thatcher declared, "Now let this news spread to the world."

Almost immediately, the world heard of this news like a bullet shot around the world.

"Should I help Angleterre on this?" France wondered, "But him getting humiliated is so tempting…"

"These little countries buzzing around to snag even the tiniest pieces of land," Russia chuckled, "I feel amused."

"He didn't help me with Silesia, so serves him right," Austria remarked.

"If Argentina gets control of the Falklands, will she go after me next?" Chile wondered.

"Whatever happens beyond this point…I will consider…" Japan thought.

"They don't need to do this… maybe I have to save England again," America said.

England unleashed his Royal Navy onto the conquered Falklands Islands to confront Argentina.

Embarking on Falklands soil, England looked in horror as the Argentine flag was fluttering proudly in the air. The Falklands ran across to greet his "older brother".

"Brother, you also came here!" the Falklands cried, "I am so happy everyone is here! Argentina has even invited South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands here!"

"That git planned to annex them too!" England yelled, "Argentina, this is war!"

Argentina smiled wickedly as she came out of the Falklands' house, and armed with a bayonet on hand.

"Brit, I was expecting you," she said, "come in, I was cooking for the kids. They were quite tired from your delicacies… or lack of it."

"You… you're trying to tempt them to your camp!" England yelled, "And get rid of that hideous rag you dare call your flag!"

"Make me, English scum," Argentina said, pointing her bayonet at him, "face it, you sick old man. Your days are over. Surrender control of them, and retire for good!"

"Silly girl, the British Empire would never comply with your threats!" England declared, sporting his pistol and ready to fire back.

"Big brother! Big sister!" cried Falklands, "please don't fight! Can we settle this like rational Nations?"

"Uhh… I do want to prevent bloodshed," Argentina said, "and you can call me hermana mayor."

"You're teaching him Spanish!" England exclaimed, "That does it, you're out of here!"

"And why should I?" Argentina said, "It's not like I'm abusing Malvinas, right?"

"Yeah, Argentina has been treating me so well," Falklands replied.

"You… that was what France and Spain do before they go on to their true colours…" England exclaimed.

However, his ranting was cut by Argentina's shooting that almost hit England.

"English scum, I've won!" Argentina declared, "Put your hands in the air, you are going to prison as a POW."

England quickly dropped his gun and knelt down, crying on the spot.

"It's not fair! Why everyone gets to have little brothers to look up on them?" he ranted, "all of them left me! Scotland and the others hate my guts, America left me, I disappointed Singapore, and even a miserable fort offshore my house declares independence from me!"

"Touching story, now come with me," Argentina said, "you will be doing time for your crimes."

Suddenly, the Falklands ran off to England's side and wiped off his tears.

"England, don't feel bad," he said, "I will be by your side."

"Thanks, does this mean you will still be with me…" England said.

"I've been dumped… again!" Argentina exclaimed, "No! I'm taking Malvinas, South Georgia and South Sandwich with me and no one's going to stop me!"

Suddenly, America jumped down on the site in a parachute and greeted the two fighting Nations.

"America? What are you doing here?" England asked.

"Stopping you two from fighting," America answered, "Argentina, the UN has decided that you are to withdraw your occupation on the Falklands!"

"Hey, you are that idiot's former colony!" Argentina shouted, "of course you'll be on his side!"

The Argentine charged at America with her bayonet, but she was pushed back suddenly. America turned back and saw England armed with his Excalibur and the Falklands in his arms.

"Laura, the decision has been made," England said, "leave now or I can snip off your Patagonia."

"Damn it, I'm leaving!" Argentina shouted, "You won this round, Brit! And Malvinas, you can come to my place for lunch anytime you want. If the Englishman mistreats you, don't be afraid to come to Hermana Mayor."

"LEAVE!" England yelled, striking his Excalibur and sending the Argentine flying.

The Falklands War ended in England's victory. The former superpower would seemingly still have some strength in him left. After defeat, Argentina decided to confide with her "good" neighbour, Chile.

"Chile, you know something?" Argentina said, "I realise that the military is at fault for my defeat."

"And I wonder how you deduce that," Chile remarked sarcastically.

"Those bastards will pay for this stupid war!" Argentina exclaimed, "They told me that I was destined to defeat England, and now I am still at square one!"

"Maybe you can chill out at my place for the night," Chile said.

"You pervert, you just wanted to take these!" Argentina snapped, while flexing out her breasts, "you're just jealous that I have way more land than you!"

"Vain stupid cow…" Chile remarked, "I don't know why I let her in. Just go back and slaughter your military then!"

Meanwhile, England was celebrating his victory with the European Nations in a local bar.

"Told ya I will protect my regions, especially from that bitch!" proclaimed England.

"Angleterre, you have my love in this," France remarked.

"But must you be so mean to Argentina, I can emphasise with her not having her lands," Spain said.

"Whose side are you on?" England snapped, "If you didn't help America during his little Revolution, you can still have your henchmen in lewd maid outfits!"

"England, I once thought that you have lost your power after World War II and have to cower behind America," Russia butted in, "but that footage of you and the Excalibur wowed me. I like it."

"This old man still has his groove!" England proclaimed proudly.

Original Character Profile

Name: Laura Maradona

Represents: Argentine Republic (formerly the Viceroyalty of the Rio de la Plata, United Provinces of South America)

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Birthday: 9 July (Declaration of independence)

Appearance: Wears a blue military uniform (with a sash in Argentine colours) and sports a ponytail in her brown hair. She has blue eyes and a long ahoge (Patagonia) similar to Taiwan's. Known to be quite buxom and even beautiful, seconded only to Ukraine.

Argentina was once among the Nations under Spanish rule once. She would be united with Chile, Paraguay and Uruguay as the Rio de la Plata. In later years, she and the others rebelled against Spain and gained independence as separate states in the long run.

Argentina receives a lot of cultural influence from immigration to her lands, bringing her attitude closer to the Germans, Italians and Spanish. This allowed her to keep a laid-back disposition, and still be serious like a German. There were many periods where in Argentina fell to military junta rule, forcing her to be serious-minded. Currently, she was able to relax herself out of junta rule.

She shares an intense rivalry with her neighbour, Chile, usually over Patagonia. She also wants to claim the Falklands (whom she calls Malvinas) from England, coming into friction with the former superpower. It is said that this hatred began with the British invasion of Rio de la Plata.

Thus, she is said to be the competitive type, and resorts to tricks when fighting. In fact, she is stirred by dreams that she would achieve greatness and that got her into trouble in her youth.

Name: John Davis Cary

Represents: Falkland Islands/Isla Malvinas (a British Overseas Territory)

Age: 12-13

Gender: Male

Birthday: 14 June (Liberation from Argentine occupation)

Appearance: Has England's brows, but brown-haired with blue eyes.

The Falklands Islands had been part of a deep territorial dispute between England and Argentina. This would accumulate in the Falklands/Malvinas War in 1980s, ending in English victory. However, they still fight over who had custody over the small islands in the South Atlantic.

Currently, he is under England's custody.