Saturday Story: Alfred's Shotgun
Brought to you by: Zeie
Pairing/Character: No pairings! Several characters!
A/N: I wasn't originally going to update today... but I managed to put something together yesterday. Be happy.
~Zeie
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"So what do you guys want do?" England asked.
France was the first to pipe up, "I would like to go bowling!"
The Brit sighed, shaking his head. "You don't even know how to bowl..."
"Well maybe I want to learn, Arthur!"
America watched them, grinning. Then he looked down at the shotgun in his hands. A shotgun! Shotguns were so fun. And he wanted to share the fun with the others! He walked over to the group, smiling like an idiot. "Hey! Check it out, I got a shotgun!"
"Ve! Wow!" Italy gasped, grinning.
"Wha? Now where did an idiotic git like you get a shotgun?" England huffed, crossing his arms.
"Somewhere..." America sighed, looking fondly down at the gun for a moment. Then he pointed it at England. "Now dance for me!"
Then the gun, uh... kind of, accidentally went off.
BOOM
England lay in a crimson pool of blood on the ground, motionless.
"Hey Alfred!"
America turned around, looking at Prussia and Italy curiously.
Prussia grinned, carefully placing a red apple on top of the Italian's head. "America! Shoot this apple off of Italy's head!"
"Okay."
Italy smiled, "Ve! Shoot the apple off my head, America! You can do it, I know you ca-!"
BOOM
The cute Italian fell to the ground like a ragdoll, the apple rolling off of his head, toward Prussia's feet.
"Oh damn, I missed." America said, blinking. "Lemme try again." He looked to Prussia, who was bending down to pick up the apple. "Hey! Get away from that apple!"
Prussia looked up at him, then straightened up and stepped away.
"Hey!" America shouted again, frowning. "C'mon, move!"
The albino stepped further away.
"Further!"
...
"A little bit more."
At this point Prussia was several feet away from the apple. Surely he was a safe enough distance-
BOOM
Prussia fell to the ground.
America looked at his gun with a frown. "This gun has accuracy problems!"
Then there was a voice behind the American."Hey Alfred!"
"Ah!" America turned around, immediately shooting at what he thought was a ghost behind him. Next thing he knew, Canada was dead on the ground with a bullet hold between his eyes.
America stared awkwardly at the body for a moment, then muttered. "...You scared me..."
Then he looked up at France, "So, did I hear something about bowling?"