America POV
America wants to show England that he is now ready to be his equal, he wants to help England. He didn't expect England to ignore him after he has gotten his independent. He tried everything he can think of to get his attention, he didn't wanted to do it. He didn't wanted to attack his brother but if that is the only way to get England's attention then all he can do is pray that Canada would forgive him. He didn't expect Canada to hold up against him so well, he thought he would win. But he was wrong. And it hurts him deeply when he rush back to Washington thinking England has came to stop him only to find out that he is no where in sight, that England didn't think him worthy of his time. He promised himself there and then that he'll grow stronger so that one day he may stand on the same stage as England.
WW1
'That Germany! How could he! How dare he! How Dare He! I didn't wanted to join the battle but he left me no choice, it is time for him to get his ass kick!'
'England barely pay attention to me during the war and now that it's over he is going back to ignoring me...please England. Please don't ignore me. Please...I'm right here...please notice me...'
WW2
'Japan Japan Japan...let me show you why it isn't a good idea to mess with me.' He smirk darkly as he feel something dark inside of him waking up. 'I'll show you what happens when you attack me.'
'One thing I'm glad about joining the war is that I get to spend more time with England this time round. Even if he yell at me and tries to push me away, I will always do my best to be teamed up with him. I've never fought on the same side as him before and I have to say that I can see why he is the British Empire. To be able to everything he has done even though he is just a small island country...I don't think I'll ever be able to do half the things he did, he is truly unique and even though I would never say it out loud, I am proud that I was born into this world because of him.'
America's 200th birthday
'England England England England England, where is England?' America look around with his bright blue eyes, he has seen everyone but the person he wants to see the most. "America." The minute he heard England's voice he turns around in excitement but when he saw England dragging his body towards him he can't help but fear for his mother's health. "England! What's wrong with you, Dude?" He asked as he rush to his side.
England's body is shaking in pain and he's leaning against a walking stick while coughing out blood. "I'm fine." England said as he gives America a weak smile. America frown at how pale he is. "Dude, if you're sick you didn't have to come." Even though it makes America feel warm inside to know that he would come even though he isn't in any shape to get out of bed. "Nonsense. It is your 200th birthday. I won't miss it for the world." He cover his mouth as he starts coughing. "England..." America was cut off by England. "Shut up, I don't know how long I'll be able to stay so let me do the talking." He wave his men over and they carried a big golden bell towards them.
"This is a gift from my country to commemorate your 200th anniversary of independent." He said as America stare at the bell in awe. "And this is my gift to you." America's eyes light up at the thought of England personally giving him something but his excitement immediately turn into horror when he saw the floating collar and leash. "Take good care of it, it's a unicorn." He said as he hand the leash to America. Just as the leash his placed in America's hands, England is picked up by the back of his shirt collar. "You are supposed to be in bed." The red haired male who was at the battlefield said as he hold England in his arms and carry him away before anyone can stop him.
August 1980
'This is weird, England is never late, especially seeing as the meeting is in his country.' America frowned as he look at England's empty seat. Before anyone can say anything the door is opened and the red haired male walked in. "I'm Scotland and I'll be coming to the meeting from now on." He said as he sat down on England's seat. He lean back and cross his arms. "Well get on with the meeting! Do you need an invitation or something?" "Wa-wait! Hold on! Where's England?" America asked as the countries start whispering to each other. "Where he is is none of your business so get the meeting started right now or I'm leaving!" Scotland glare at all the countries, those that has seen him in battle immediately keep their mouth shut but sadly for everyone, America isn't in that group of people. "No! We're not starting until we know what happens to England!" He glared at the red haired male. "Don't push it, Kid." Scotland growled as he stood up, ready to teach the kid a lesson only to be stopped by Ireland when he slam his hands on the table. "Enough! We are here for the world meeting not to fight!" He glared at America and Scotland. "England won't want you two to start a fight so sit your ass down and start the bloody meeting!" He growled. America and Scotland glared at each other before sitting down and the meeting was able to begin.
Scotland POV
Secret cotton in a forest
"Damn stupid kid." He growled as he enter the cottage with Ireland. "At least it's over now." Ireland said to calm his brother down. "Yeah and if only England would returns then things will be perfect." He said as he opens a door to show Britannia chained to the bed and a tired Wales watch him with sad eyes. "He's still not back yet." He said softly before his brothers can asked. "Guys...I don't know how much of this I can take, he has finally tired himself out but the minute he wakes up he is going to yell and try to break free again." Wales said as he clutch his fists.
Scotland rest his hand on Wales's shoulder. "Go get some rest, I'll take over." He said to the tired country and watch him leave with their brother. He sigh softly as he walk to Britannia's side and gently stroke his cheek. "Where are you, England? Don't you know that bunnies will die of loneliness if they are alone? Come back to us, England...Albion needs you...we need you..." He said softly as he sit on the chair next to the bed to watch over his brother.