Challenge #11:: Cooperation:: My Land Or Your Land?
Title: My land, or your land?
Characters: America, Britain
Challenge: Prompt: Cooperation
Bonus Words: peace, stubborn, willing, friend
Rating: K+
Summary: During the French & Indian War, America decided to help Britain fight. The older brother did not want the former to get involved in the battle.
A/N: Protective brother, much?
“Why can’t I help you? I’m strong, I can handle it. My soldiers can handle it!” America exclaimed as he and Britain walked in the battle field. Well, from the battle field. The tense atmosphere had already shattered the many peaceful moments the two countries had shared together.
“I don’t want you getting hurt, America. I’m not willing to bear that pain of seeing you get wounded by that wanker, France, and his feathered friends,” Britain explained.
“Aw, but come on, Britain! My soldiers are trained enough. They need the experience, anyway. Your soldiers don’t bother to pay attention to them at all. That’s why we’re not fighting,” America said.
“Don’t be so stubborn. You need to stay in the house with the colonists. When I get back, I want for you to be there waiting for me,” Britain ordered.
However, he saw America’s musket flash in front of his eyes. He wasn’t threatening him. He had just dodged something, and had made whatever was aimed at Britain bounce off.
“You stupid American! You should have let me hit him!” It was France. Oh, great, Britain’s friend was here.
Britain took America’s musket from him and began shooting France. “I said get out of here!”
“But-“
“Now!” Britain had to push America out of the way in order to make his point. He had to listen to him for now. Later on, there would be no boss other than the president of the USA.
Characters: America, Britain
Challenge: Prompt: Cooperation
Bonus Words: peace, stubborn, willing, friend
Rating: K+
Summary: During the French & Indian War, America decided to help Britain fight. The older brother did not want the former to get involved in the battle.
A/N: Protective brother, much?
“Why can’t I help you? I’m strong, I can handle it. My soldiers can handle it!” America exclaimed as he and Britain walked in the battle field. Well, from the battle field. The tense atmosphere had already shattered the many peaceful moments the two countries had shared together.
“I don’t want you getting hurt, America. I’m not willing to bear that pain of seeing you get wounded by that wanker, France, and his feathered friends,” Britain explained.
“Aw, but come on, Britain! My soldiers are trained enough. They need the experience, anyway. Your soldiers don’t bother to pay attention to them at all. That’s why we’re not fighting,” America said.
“Don’t be so stubborn. You need to stay in the house with the colonists. When I get back, I want for you to be there waiting for me,” Britain ordered.
However, he saw America’s musket flash in front of his eyes. He wasn’t threatening him. He had just dodged something, and had made whatever was aimed at Britain bounce off.
“You stupid American! You should have let me hit him!” It was France. Oh, great, Britain’s friend was here.
Britain took America’s musket from him and began shooting France. “I said get out of here!”
“But-“
“Now!” Britain had to push America out of the way in order to make his point. He had to listen to him for now. Later on, there would be no boss other than the president of the USA.