"Do I even get an explanation for this?" England said lowly, giving his best critical parenting eye to the two nations in front of him. Neither seemed too particularly concerned by it and the Briton inwardly sighed. Felt like just yesterday the two of them were small adorable children cheerfully chasing frogs, getting covered in mud together, and crying terribly when they had done something wrong and knew they were going to be punished for it. He would give anything to have those days back again.
But wistful dreaming did not change the fact that he now had two grown nations sitting in chairs across from him, one completely out of his control and the other also nearly so, that seemed determined to defy him at every turn. It was tiresome. It was troubling. And worst of all, he was at a complete loss at how to handle the situation.
Both blondes had received a decent beating from the other. Canada was holding a packet of ice over a very dark eye and America was holding a rag to his mouth where one of his teeth had been knocked loose. Exposed parts of their skin showed where Kumajiro had managed to get his share of violence in. Both were angrily glaring at the wall to avoid having to look at the other with the bear sat between them and if England had to guess, the creature was contemplating someone's demise. He was attempting to avoid all eye contact with the beast just in case that someone was him (and he was beginning to suspect it from the way the bear's eyes never left him).
"Let's just look at the reports, shall we?" England continued, snatching up the paper that had been given to him earlier. "One small town," His green eyes flickered up. "Demolished. Most of the inhabitants now homeless and jobless with the loss of property totaling a number I don't even want to speak aloud with the cost of damages. Stories of two impossibly strong men throwing cars and pushing down telephone wires and walls causing panic and hysteria and one woman complaining that a polar bear nearly ate her cat. And all of this," England finished in an outrage, throwing the paper aside to glare at the brothers, "happening within our own territory by their own nations! You were lucky no one died and there were only minor injuries!" The blonde took a moment to catch his breath and cross his arms. "Do you have anything, anything at all, to say?"
"Yeah, he got in my way. It's his fault." The Canadian replied darkly jerking his chin towards the other.
America's fist tightened around the cloth in his hand. "My fault?" he snapped, "You started it!"
"And I finished it." Canada hissed back.
"Stop, the both of you!" England commanded, raising his voice above them. Both of them sat back and looked away again. "What I want is to know why all of this began in the first place!"
"We were being invaded." Canada supplied quickly.
"We were not." America argued, "It was just Prussia."
"Just Prussia?" England tapped one of his fingers against his arm, "Germany's brother? Why didn't you think to report this?"
"We are reporting it now..."
"America," England stopped him, "try to take this seriously. Prussia being there meant he was up to something and likely reporting it back to the Axis. And because the two of you decided fighting with each other was far more productive we don't know what he was doing."
"At least I was doing something about it." Canada began and America promptly leapt out of his seat.
"Doing something?! You were planning on beating the crap out of him and sending him back to his brother! That's taking it a step too far!"
"At least it was more than what you were going to do." Canada growled, standing up to stare his twin in the eye. Dark violet met light blue both reflecting anger and the air between them thickened with tension. "I am tired of following you around. It's my turn to lead. Maybe now we will get something accomplished!"
"Calm down-!"
"And you," Canada rounded on the Englishman, "I function well enough on my own and don't need some far off overseer telling me what to do. If you need me, I'll be trying to figure out some way to defeat the Axis. You know, something more productive than sitting around here talking to either of you." The blonde stomped angrily out the door, the bear following closely behind, casting one more glance at the occupants with a low snarl before both disappeared from view.
"Now do you get what happened?" America muttered, snatching up his things and following soon after out the door of the meeting room.
England watched them both go before groaning and rubbing at his face with his hands. Really, why did all of this have to happen to him? Why couldn't they have stayed as they had? Perhaps he should have tried harder to keep them as their younger selves…
He carefully turned around while still contemplating the entire situation and jumped when he spotted the clearly pleased expression of someone he hadn't expected and hadn't heard join them. "How long have you been there?!"
Russia tilted his head and smiled wider. "Since the beginning. I like watching everyone fight. All so lively…"
England cursed and grabbed all of his things, storming out of the room just as the two previous had, ignoring the giggling that followed him.