Dark France glanced at the three guns being pointed at him. Then his dark red eyes flickered up at the wielders. A small smile tugged at his lips. "How interesting." he mused. "To think that you three would come find me is very interesting indeed." England glared at him, Vietnam rested her finger on the trigger, and Canada tensed, waiting.
"We're not here for you." England said sharply. "Where's the real France?"
Dark France laughed. "I'm not good enough for you? Mon ami, I am a part of the 'real' France. You are très rude." He took a step forward but stopped when Vietnam started to flex her trigger finger.
Vietnam scowled at Dark France. "Don't try to stall. Where is he?"
Dark France blinked. "Are you still interested in that fool? Ma fleur, why are you determined to find the very man that invaded you and kept you under his rule for nearly a hundred years? And you, England, have been fighting with him for over a hundred years. Haven't you lost that war as well?" Dark France asked coolly. He seemed to enjoy seeing England and Vietnam fume.
And then he acknowledged Canada, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Canada, I've raised you when you were little." he cooed. "And yet you point a gun at moi. Where are your manners?"
Canada pursed his lips. "You didn't raise me." he said quietly. "France raised me."
Dark France spat. "Am I not him?"
"N-no…."
Dark France glared at Canada but then he smiled. Something about his smile made England uncomfortable. But then again, any smile France wore could be interpreted as a mischievous smile, one that told everyone that he was up to now good yet again. The same thing could be applied to Dark France; the way his eyes bored into them and the almost arrogant poise he held himself with seemed to warn the three that something was going to happen.
"Why, Canada…." Dark France whispered. Though it was barely audible it still sent shudders down their spines. "You are hurting me….my poor little heart cannot bear to hear such words from you." Dark France moved quickly that their guns couldn't keep up with him. He was a blur but they managed to anticipate where he ended up.
England cursed and Vietnam narrowed her eyes. Dark France held a gun to Canada's head, giving England and Vietnam a sly look. "Oh, this is just too fun. Ah, but you three aren't interesting opponents like you used to be…I'm very disappoint-"
A loud bang shot from England's gun and a fountain of red spurted out from Dark France's neck. Vietnam barked at England. "You could have hit Canada!"
"It's worth a shot." England growled, reloading. Canada quickly got out of Dark France's range, whipping his gun around to aim at the head.
Dark France's wound in his neck started to heal by itself. Within seconds the wound was gone and clean. He glared at England. "You bastard!"
At once Dark France lunged for England, genuine hate showing in his eyes. He passed Vietnam and threw a punch at England, catching him in the chest. The two toppled to the ground. England had a hard time breathing due to the sudden impact in his chest. But that was the last thing that was on his mind. The first thing was to get the furious French man off of him.
England had received another blow to the nose before Vietnam stepped in and shot Dark France three times in the back. The bullets were enough to get him off of England but it didn't prevent him from shooting England in the arm. England backed away from Dark France and Vietnam; Vietnam yanked him away and threw him to the ground.
England took in a sharp intake of air at the stinging pain in his arm and the blunt throbbing pain in his nose. He felt his blood run down his chin. Blood ran down his arm, soaking his sleeve. England felt Canada rush to his side and started to tend to the wounds while Vietnam took a shot at Dark France. The force of her bullets prevented France from advancing. By the time she had to change the magazine, Dark France was healed and now targeting her.
She didn't have the time to aim and shoot; instead she dove to the side before a volley of bullets could hit her. Vietnam gasped as two bullets caught her right ankle. Landing on the floor on her side, she brought up her gun and shot sideways at Dark France, piercing Dark France's flesh. But the bullets only slowed him down. Dark France raised his gun arm and shot at Vietnam's hand, knocking out her own gun. She winced as blood spewed from her hand.
"Ma fleur, you've really saddened me. You've never really liked being under my control, did you?" Dark France scowled. "You had potential but then that Japan came along." His eyes darkened. "And he took you from me-"
"You both controlled me at the same time," Vietnam spat. She grimaced and made a reach for her gun but Dark France shot at the gun and the blast made it fly away, spinning from her range.
Dark France spun around at once after the gun flew and reached out to grab a hold of Canada's collar. The barrel rested on Canada's forehead. "Don't think you can secretly attack." Dark France murmured. He gave England and Vietnam a deep look of distaste. "Pathetic. Referring to guns aren't you? Is this really all you've got?"
England scowled. Canada had hastily washed the blood from his face. Although he thought his nose felt somewhat crooked and it still throbbed horribly, it was the least of his worries. He would have shot at Dark France but they would be wasting ammo. Instead, he started to wonder what could really weaken Dark France and capture him.
Vietnam grimaced as she pulled herself up to a sitting position. She started to stand but leaned on the wall when she felt her knees giving way. After looking at England, she realized that he was deep in thought and decided to keep Dark France's attention on her and Canada.
But right now, Canada was in danger. Scowling, Vietnam groped the counter beside her, her fingers fitting around the handle of a frying pan. "France, oi!" she called, hurling the pan with all her might.
Dark France's eyes widened in surprise but he took a hold of Canada and side stepped the pan. It flew by, narrowly missing them by centimeters. Dark France gave Vietnam a look but she was gone. She left a trail of dripping blood in her stead.
England stared at the trail of blood and then at Dark France, Dark France was staring after her, looking back from the trail to Canada. This was his chance. As quietly as possible, he reached up to grip the edge of the counter and hoisted himself up. His legs still worked fine, although they were bruised. He felt guilty for leaving Canada so before he left the kitchen, he lifted his good arm, aimed, and shot Dark France in the head. Right after Dark France's head jerked forward, England spun and ran, planning to go to the third floor.
Canada jumped as Dark France stumbled forward at the sound of a gunshot. It didn't take him a full second to realize that England was gone and that Dark France was shot. Despite it being against his moral code, he swung his leg around and kicked at Dark France. He was relatively relieved that Dark France did not see that attack coming and took the brief diversion to flee. He was more concerned about Vietnam because he had seen her got shot at her ankle twice. She probably couldn't have made it far.
England, on the other hand, had a feeling that Dark France would be after him first. He thought back through his past and his stomach sank. As he thundered up the stairs, he remembered the Hundred Years' War with France. It had been a total ego buster when he had lost to him.
England rounded the corner and barged into a random room. Luckily for him, it wasn't locked like all the other doors. He kicked the door shut and locked it, sliding to the ground with his back against the door. Panting, he considered the odds. Dark France could always trail Vietnam; she had left a trail. He wasn't sure why Vietnam would do that but decided not to think about it yet. Dark France could guess which direction he went but won't be able to really find him.
Then there was Canada. Dark France was very fast and he could have already caught Canada. England banged his fist onto the floor as gently, not wanting to make a loud sound.
"Let me think…" he muttered. "How can we weaken Dark France so we can bring him back to Germany's? Damn…"
He raised his head at a thundering sound from below. It was as if someone knocked over a dresser or something. Nothing else came after the sudden noise but he didn't dare relax.
"Doppelgangers are parts of the original. They must have similar likes and dislikes then, right?" England reasoned. "Aside from the extra hate, they're like the original, right? What does France not like? Ah!" England straightened. "My cooking! That bloody bastard doesn't like my cooking but this time I'm not moping. This can save u-" He stopped. Sneering to himself, he muttered, "But why on earth would Dark France accept my offer of food? Idiot…."
He stopped again and listened as footsteps ran past his room. The footsteps ceased but another pair hastily followed. England heard Dark France calling out in French, and he started to wonder who he was calling after.
"Fast footsteps…most likely Canada." England said to himself.
After a minute of complete silence, he got up and went to a vanity on the other side of the room. He examined his appearance. His nose wasn't too bad but his skin was still stained with his blood. The front of his uniform was soaked and so was his sleeve where the bullet entered. He looked weary and worn. "And this is only the fourth day." he sighed.
He gave a few extra minutes into thinking up a way to stop Dark France. He never got an idea in time; the doorknob rattled and he tensed, reaching for his gun. The door flew forward towards him and he shot at once. A feminine gasp chilled his blood. "Vietnam," he exclaimed, rushing forward.
Vietnam winced, clutching her side. "I should have known…." she breathed, leaning on the doorway. Her appearance was worse than England's. Her hair was no longer tied up and there was a deep gash across her cheek and wrist. "Isn't Canada with you?" she added hurriedly in a single breath.
"No he isn't." England said. He helped her sit down. "I'm truly sorry, I didn't think-"
"It's fine." She said bluntly.
"It's not."
"It is with me now please be quiet or we'd risk Dark France finding us." Vietnam pursed her lips and scanned the hallway. "I've put a tracker on Dark France and contacted Estonia. Estonia, are you still there?"
England watched her. Estonia's voice could be heard from her earpiece but barely. Vietnam gave a small sigh. "He's right below us then because he's not on this floor." she murmured.
"Not exactly, ma fleur."
England and Vietnam glanced up at Dark France towering above them with Canada slung over his shoulder. Dark France looked down upon them with the same red eyes. England heard Vietnam stifle a gasp when they both saw a long knife sticking out of Canada's back.
The Hundred Years' War was fought between France and England from 1337 to 1453. They were fighting for the control of the French Throne (apparently England wanted to invade France's vital regions!). The war is separated into three or four main phases: the Edwardian War (1337-1360), the Caroline War (1369-1389), the Lancastrian War (1415-1453), and then Joan of Arc made a very important contribution and is considered to be the 'fourth phase' from 1412-1431. The Hundred Years' War wasn't exactly one hundred years long in case if you haven't noticed.
During World War II (1939-1945) France had control of Indochina (which included Vietnam). The Japanese Army invaded in the early 1940s. French troops fought the Japanese troops because they were enemies in the war and they were fighting for control of Indochina. Japan had eventually controlled Vietnam alongside France, though it was very tense. Both fought for the affection of the Vietnamese people, hoping to have Vietnam's troops support them.
Most of the Vietnamese sided with the Japanese and kicked France out; France had tried many times to get Vietnam back, even after World War II.
In 1534, Jacques Cartier claimed land for the king of France in the Gaspé Peninsula; this became the first province of Canada. French traders then began to sail back and forth for fur which was becoming rare in Europe. France then wanted to colonize the territory and expand. This was the beginning of Canada.
After the French and Indian War/ Seven Years War (1754-1763), France lost Canada to England's control.