'How DARE that man! I allowed him, I gave him permission to visit Canada but he never visit him once! And to make things worse he's trying to take America away from me! How dare that man do this!? Who the bloody hell does he think he is!?' England raged in their mind as Britannia calmly work on their battle plans. It's safer for everyone if Britannia is in control of their body when Mother Hen England is raging.
They were in battle for 7 years and when their battle is over they were seriously hurt, they were always in the front line whenever their army went into battle. It wasn't the best idea but England was very very angry and needed to spill blood. England isn't someone who gets angry easily but if you mess with anyone he care about...well you better get ready for a world of pain, not only is he willing to tear you apart with his bare hands but he'll have Britannia watching in glee as he cheer on his other side.
Britannia and England are both very sadistic people, England is just better at hiding it than Britannia, they take pleasure in the pain of others. Anyone who isn't Britannia's family or people his other half care about are all fair games but England would only go after people who hurt anyone he care about, and it doesn't help the poor idiot who pissed him off that Britannia would be right there help his other half, Britannia really really likes it when England give in to his sadistic side.
They were healing after their battle when they got a letter from America about the taxes increase. Britannia didn't care about that brat's whining and while England would like to take the taxes away from his children he know that they need the money and wrote a letter to explain to America. But it wasn't long for America's reply to get to them. War. He would go to war if they don't give him his independent.
They went to war. England doesn't want to let his baby go and Britannia wants to kick that little brat's ass. The war dragged on for years and England isn't able to take it anymore. 'Britannia...I can't handle it anymore...please...please let's end this...I don't want to hurt our baby anymore...' England told Britannia and he sigh softly at the sadness he felt from England. 'Fine. We'll ask him out to talk but I'm telling you, it's not going to work.'
'Bloody hell...' England whispered in shock. 'Told you it won't work.' Britannia growled, in front of them is America with his army behind him. They had sent a letter asking to meet him alone so they may talk but apparently America doesn't understand what 'Alone' means.
"What the hell is this...hey America..." Britannia glare at the male his other half loves so much. "Last chance, call off this war and I'll forget this ever happen." He growled, not wanting to give the idiot in front of him a chance but he'll do it for England. "No! I'm not your child anymore, England! I won't give up until I have my independent!" America yelled. "Why you..." Britannia growled angrily as he rush forward and attack America. He sent America's rifle flying to the side, knock him to the ground and point his rifle at him. "Damn you." He growled as he glare at with hateful green eyes which has England's tears flowing down their cheeks, he hates it so much, he hate how much sadness and pain is coming from England, even if he has to play the bad guy, even if he has to chain England in their mind, he'll do it. He will end the war right now. He ignore America's man ordering the rest to fire as he pull the trigger. 'NOOOOO!' England yelled as he forcefully take control of their hand that isn't on the trigger and yanked the rifle to the side so the shot will bury itself into the ground next to America instead of in his head. But that shot made America's men immediately shoot at England, covering his body in holes. He took a step back and cough out blood as he drop onto the ground.
"BUNNY!" Scotland yelled as he run to his fallen brother's side, he's glad he followed his brothers but he was too late to stop them from getting hurt. He take his brothers into his arms gently. "Scot-Scotland..." England cough out more blood, Britannia curse in their head as he work on healing their body. "Shh...I'm here now, Bunny. I'm here." He whispered as he shield England from the rain with his body, now that the rain isn't falling down England's face, Scotland can see tears flowing down his brother's cheeks and his green eyes is filled with too much pain for his taste.
"England..." America's eyes widen as he watch England fall and ignore his men who are all yelling 'FREEDOM!' He pick himself up and took a step closer to his fallen mother only to be stopped by the red haired male hugging him. "Stay away! You've gotten what you wanted! Why can't you leave him alone!? Haven't you hurt him enough yet!?" Scotland glare at America with hate filled angry eyes, making the younger male flinched and back away. America can only watch as the red haired male gently pick up the crying bullet filled Englishman and walk away.