[Table Challenge] - Claim: America & England/Britain - Table: Life/Prompt: Offspring
Title: Sweet Children of Mine
Author: miss_auto1621
Claim: America and England
Character(s): America, Britain
Table/Prompt: Life/18: Offspring
Word Count: 1,661
Rating: T
Summary: Offspring - Some of the States want to leave their home and America doesn't know what to do, which makes him consult with Britain.
A/N: This was inspired by the recent news about 20 states wanting to secede from the U.S., which is sad and stupid because they’re being stubborn children, especially Texas. This upset me very much, so I had this going on in my head a lot. Enjoy.
{C}{C}{C}
America sat on a bench outside of his home, trying to get the cool, night air to relax him, but it only made him shiver from the tension he had.
His ‘kids’ were acting like rebellious teenagers that didn’t get the iPods they wanted and were whining and kicking and screaming that they were going to run away because they hated their father.
However, they were complaining because the boss they wanted for America didn’t win, which to him was strange because he liked his current boss just fine and they didn’t know what it was like to deal with things as an entire country. They only knew how to deal with things on a state level.
He just didn’t understand why they were reacting so radically, especially Texas. His glasses were really starting to slip off his face, succeeding in getting America’s attention by trying to get them to stay in place. But the spectacles would continue to slide down.
The last time this had happened was when the Civil War occurred, and it had only been eleven of his children that had acted rebelliously. Now, there were twenty that were unhappy and wanted to leave, which caused stress on him. How could they be so ungrateful to him? He was trying the best he could to continue being the greatest country in the world and here they were, ignoring his efforts and signing petitions for secession. Even New York petitioned to leave!
“Sorry, dude. It’s not you, or me; it’s my people, and they want out.” The New Yorker was very straightforward about it all.
“You look like you’re about to kill someone,” he heard a familiar voice say as he furrowed his eyebrows and kept thinking while resting his chin on his hand.
“Do you volunteer?” America asked as Britain sat next to him and began to look around casually.
“Not really, but I do volunteer to be inquisitive. What’s the deal with your states? Did they get mad at you because you’re going to tax them more?”
America avoided looking at him. “I think it has to do with my boss.”
“Really? How odd. I like your boss, actually. At least he avoided comparing you to Europe in any way, unlike his contender, who quite frankly offended us,” Britain stated.
“You wish you were like me,” America mumbled.
“No, we don’t. So why did you want to see me at such a time?”
Why did he call him? America wasn’t one to take advice from anyone, especially Britain, but he felt like he was the only one that came close to understanding his position. Well, he felt he understood him the most since he did raise him. He should know how he is, right?
“I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to talk-”
“Spit it out, or I’ll leave.”
Harsh, little bitch, was he? For being his older brother, he sure was bitter. And he had every reason to act that way towards him because of how he broke away so suddenly.
“Okay, I wanted to ask…how you dealt with it.”
America’s question caught Britain off guard and confused him a bit. “Can you be more specific on what that ‘it’ is?”
“You know, when someone turns on you.”
Britain knew a lot about that issue. It had not just been America that had decided to become independent. However, nobody had hurt him as badly as he had. Britain began to think.
“Um, well, I did throw things around. And drank a lot. But I think you know that already. I also assume you’ve noticed I antagonize you quite a lot. And I did use force to try to stop the rebellions. However, you saw that did not work, at least not with you.”
He was being too open, but he must’ve understood that this was one of those times where America decided to be serious and thoughtful, which would lead to him coming up with something to resolve this huge issue he was dealing with.
“You didn’t do something that doesn’t sound…depressing?”
“Well, if you have any better ideas, I suggest you give them to me!” Britain yelled. It was bad enough America was asking him about how he dealt with things, but now he was asking if he had any ‘good’ ways to deal with his problems? The nerve.
He turned to look at his younger brother and noticed he was still avoiding his gaze and decided to fish in his pocket for something. He brought the box close to America’s face and offered it to him. “Want one?”
The younger nation looked at it skeptically and took a cigarette from the pack. He wasn’t one to smoke, but what the hell, really? It was just one. After Britain lit the cigarette, he felt more vulnerable, though, and the Brit couldn’t help but notice that a tear ran down the American’s face.
America was…crying? What?
He felt like comforting him, but he also felt like rubbing it in. He really wanted to tell America that this is what it felt like to feel betrayed because that was the opportunity he sought out for so many years. And here it was, right in front of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it because of that single, damn tear.
“Hey, now, America, you know things will get better. This is how things work: they go down drastically before they get better again. You’re just going through the roughest times, but you always get through things. You know that, right?”
That was as comforting as he could get.
“I know. I’ve never had it so bad, though. Did you know New York wants to leave, and he voted for my boss to stay? That doesn’t make sense.”
Britain didn’t know what to say. “Well, chap,” he began nervously, “even the good apples have some bruises on them, so you shouldn’t be surprised.”
“That’s what kinda sucks, you know? You think others appreciate you, yet they turn out to be really ungrateful brats,” America said.
“Yes, I know. FYI, I dealt with one myself,” Britain pointed out sarcastically.
“Really? Weird, I thought it was just me,” America said.
“It WAS you, you git,” Britain clarified.
“Hey! I can’t be the only one that wanted to become independent,” America reasoned.
“No, but you were the only one that caused me so much pain, money, and embarrassment,” Britain countered. “So what will you do if your states receive the approval of their secession requests?”
“Hopefully, not another civil war,” America answered. “I don’t think we need to repeat one of those.”
“And if it does happen?”
“You won’t support them, will you? Like you did with the Confederates?” America turned and gave Britain an irritated glare.
“If I do, what will you do? I don’t think you can afford to fight against so many forces at once, you know,” Britain stated as he lit his own cigarette.
“I hate admitting that you’re right,” America said.
They were quiet for a moment until Britain had the courage to say what he had on his mind.
“You know, I can’t help thinking that karma’s at work right now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you acted like an ungrateful, selfish, rebellious brat when you sought independence and now twenty of your states are acting the same way because they don’t like your government. I think there’s fairness in the world after all.”
“Asshole,” America said as he turned his gaze away from Britain.
“So, what are you planning on doing?” Britain asked.
“I won’t let them leave. Once they become part of my family, they can’t leave. I’m starting to feel like Russia for some reason,” America chuckled.
“Why’s that?” Britain asked with a skeptical smile.
“Because he’s always saying everyone will become one with Mother Russia. My states all become one with Mother America, then,” America laughed.
“I see your logic there. I suggest you keep being stubborn, though,” Britain said. “I thought you wouldn’t be able to survive on your own after you left, but you did make it, and very well at that point. However, these are states, and they won’t thrive just because they think they will. Keep them under chains if you must. Nobody’s going to want to recognize small, stubborn children. Just look at Sealand.”
“Who?” America asked as he continued to laugh.
“Remember the little boy that pretended to be Canada?”
“Ahaha, yeah, yeah. Poor kid, that’s true.”
“Same thing with your states. They’re too naïve and lack the same independence you had. You didn’t even need me when I came back, which is why you weren’t as dependent as I thought you’d be. But they have been spoiled by you. Something sour won’t taste sweet even if you add enough sugar.”
America smiled. “Right. I guess I was over thinking things.”
“I suggest you start working with your boss to resolve this once and for all, before it gets way too out of hand,” Britain said.
“Thanks for the tips. And by the way, just in case something more drastic happens, try not to get tempted enough to want to screw around with me by supporting one of them. I will personally go to England and kick your ass if you do.”
Britain chuckled at his comment. “Alright. However,” he stood and looked America in the eye, “if your boss starts comparing you to Europe, I will personally go to your home and slap you and your boss silly. I don’t want more idiotic comparisons. He makes me feel American.”
“Whatever,” America replied. “The only reason I’m American is because I was raised by a British dude.”
After stating that, he stood and began walking away from Britain rather quickly, knowing the European would mind his comment a lot.
“Wanker! You should be feeling thankful I raised you instead of those other countries, especially France!”
And with that, their usual spat began.
A/N 2: My overall goal was characterization, so if I got that, then I am good. I know this is a serious topic for Hetalia, and I personally like writing about comical, random things instead of these kinds of issues, but I could not help myself. I also (FINALLY) started on my table challenge, not because I didn't have ideas, but because I didn't really have the time to write them. And I don't have the time to write right now, but this idea was going to die if I didn't write it soon.
Comments are highly appreciated! Thanks for your time!
Author: miss_auto1621
Claim: America and England
Character(s): America, Britain
Table/Prompt: Life/18: Offspring
Word Count: 1,661
Rating: T
Summary: Offspring - Some of the States want to leave their home and America doesn't know what to do, which makes him consult with Britain.
A/N: This was inspired by the recent news about 20 states wanting to secede from the U.S., which is sad and stupid because they’re being stubborn children, especially Texas. This upset me very much, so I had this going on in my head a lot. Enjoy.
{C}{C}{C}
America sat on a bench outside of his home, trying to get the cool, night air to relax him, but it only made him shiver from the tension he had.
His ‘kids’ were acting like rebellious teenagers that didn’t get the iPods they wanted and were whining and kicking and screaming that they were going to run away because they hated their father.
However, they were complaining because the boss they wanted for America didn’t win, which to him was strange because he liked his current boss just fine and they didn’t know what it was like to deal with things as an entire country. They only knew how to deal with things on a state level.
He just didn’t understand why they were reacting so radically, especially Texas. His glasses were really starting to slip off his face, succeeding in getting America’s attention by trying to get them to stay in place. But the spectacles would continue to slide down.
The last time this had happened was when the Civil War occurred, and it had only been eleven of his children that had acted rebelliously. Now, there were twenty that were unhappy and wanted to leave, which caused stress on him. How could they be so ungrateful to him? He was trying the best he could to continue being the greatest country in the world and here they were, ignoring his efforts and signing petitions for secession. Even New York petitioned to leave!
“Sorry, dude. It’s not you, or me; it’s my people, and they want out.” The New Yorker was very straightforward about it all.
“You look like you’re about to kill someone,” he heard a familiar voice say as he furrowed his eyebrows and kept thinking while resting his chin on his hand.
“Do you volunteer?” America asked as Britain sat next to him and began to look around casually.
“Not really, but I do volunteer to be inquisitive. What’s the deal with your states? Did they get mad at you because you’re going to tax them more?”
America avoided looking at him. “I think it has to do with my boss.”
“Really? How odd. I like your boss, actually. At least he avoided comparing you to Europe in any way, unlike his contender, who quite frankly offended us,” Britain stated.
“You wish you were like me,” America mumbled.
“No, we don’t. So why did you want to see me at such a time?”
Why did he call him? America wasn’t one to take advice from anyone, especially Britain, but he felt like he was the only one that came close to understanding his position. Well, he felt he understood him the most since he did raise him. He should know how he is, right?
“I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to talk-”
“Spit it out, or I’ll leave.”
Harsh, little bitch, was he? For being his older brother, he sure was bitter. And he had every reason to act that way towards him because of how he broke away so suddenly.
“Okay, I wanted to ask…how you dealt with it.”
America’s question caught Britain off guard and confused him a bit. “Can you be more specific on what that ‘it’ is?”
“You know, when someone turns on you.”
Britain knew a lot about that issue. It had not just been America that had decided to become independent. However, nobody had hurt him as badly as he had. Britain began to think.
“Um, well, I did throw things around. And drank a lot. But I think you know that already. I also assume you’ve noticed I antagonize you quite a lot. And I did use force to try to stop the rebellions. However, you saw that did not work, at least not with you.”
He was being too open, but he must’ve understood that this was one of those times where America decided to be serious and thoughtful, which would lead to him coming up with something to resolve this huge issue he was dealing with.
“You didn’t do something that doesn’t sound…depressing?”
“Well, if you have any better ideas, I suggest you give them to me!” Britain yelled. It was bad enough America was asking him about how he dealt with things, but now he was asking if he had any ‘good’ ways to deal with his problems? The nerve.
He turned to look at his younger brother and noticed he was still avoiding his gaze and decided to fish in his pocket for something. He brought the box close to America’s face and offered it to him. “Want one?”
The younger nation looked at it skeptically and took a cigarette from the pack. He wasn’t one to smoke, but what the hell, really? It was just one. After Britain lit the cigarette, he felt more vulnerable, though, and the Brit couldn’t help but notice that a tear ran down the American’s face.
America was…crying? What?
He felt like comforting him, but he also felt like rubbing it in. He really wanted to tell America that this is what it felt like to feel betrayed because that was the opportunity he sought out for so many years. And here it was, right in front of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it because of that single, damn tear.
“Hey, now, America, you know things will get better. This is how things work: they go down drastically before they get better again. You’re just going through the roughest times, but you always get through things. You know that, right?”
That was as comforting as he could get.
“I know. I’ve never had it so bad, though. Did you know New York wants to leave, and he voted for my boss to stay? That doesn’t make sense.”
Britain didn’t know what to say. “Well, chap,” he began nervously, “even the good apples have some bruises on them, so you shouldn’t be surprised.”
“That’s what kinda sucks, you know? You think others appreciate you, yet they turn out to be really ungrateful brats,” America said.
“Yes, I know. FYI, I dealt with one myself,” Britain pointed out sarcastically.
“Really? Weird, I thought it was just me,” America said.
“It WAS you, you git,” Britain clarified.
“Hey! I can’t be the only one that wanted to become independent,” America reasoned.
“No, but you were the only one that caused me so much pain, money, and embarrassment,” Britain countered. “So what will you do if your states receive the approval of their secession requests?”
“Hopefully, not another civil war,” America answered. “I don’t think we need to repeat one of those.”
“And if it does happen?”
“You won’t support them, will you? Like you did with the Confederates?” America turned and gave Britain an irritated glare.
“If I do, what will you do? I don’t think you can afford to fight against so many forces at once, you know,” Britain stated as he lit his own cigarette.
“I hate admitting that you’re right,” America said.
They were quiet for a moment until Britain had the courage to say what he had on his mind.
“You know, I can’t help thinking that karma’s at work right now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you acted like an ungrateful, selfish, rebellious brat when you sought independence and now twenty of your states are acting the same way because they don’t like your government. I think there’s fairness in the world after all.”
“Asshole,” America said as he turned his gaze away from Britain.
“So, what are you planning on doing?” Britain asked.
“I won’t let them leave. Once they become part of my family, they can’t leave. I’m starting to feel like Russia for some reason,” America chuckled.
“Why’s that?” Britain asked with a skeptical smile.
“Because he’s always saying everyone will become one with Mother Russia. My states all become one with Mother America, then,” America laughed.
“I see your logic there. I suggest you keep being stubborn, though,” Britain said. “I thought you wouldn’t be able to survive on your own after you left, but you did make it, and very well at that point. However, these are states, and they won’t thrive just because they think they will. Keep them under chains if you must. Nobody’s going to want to recognize small, stubborn children. Just look at Sealand.”
“Who?” America asked as he continued to laugh.
“Remember the little boy that pretended to be Canada?”
“Ahaha, yeah, yeah. Poor kid, that’s true.”
“Same thing with your states. They’re too naïve and lack the same independence you had. You didn’t even need me when I came back, which is why you weren’t as dependent as I thought you’d be. But they have been spoiled by you. Something sour won’t taste sweet even if you add enough sugar.”
America smiled. “Right. I guess I was over thinking things.”
“I suggest you start working with your boss to resolve this once and for all, before it gets way too out of hand,” Britain said.
“Thanks for the tips. And by the way, just in case something more drastic happens, try not to get tempted enough to want to screw around with me by supporting one of them. I will personally go to England and kick your ass if you do.”
Britain chuckled at his comment. “Alright. However,” he stood and looked America in the eye, “if your boss starts comparing you to Europe, I will personally go to your home and slap you and your boss silly. I don’t want more idiotic comparisons. He makes me feel American.”
“Whatever,” America replied. “The only reason I’m American is because I was raised by a British dude.”
After stating that, he stood and began walking away from Britain rather quickly, knowing the European would mind his comment a lot.
“Wanker! You should be feeling thankful I raised you instead of those other countries, especially France!”
And with that, their usual spat began.
A/N 2: My overall goal was characterization, so if I got that, then I am good. I know this is a serious topic for Hetalia, and I personally like writing about comical, random things instead of these kinds of issues, but I could not help myself. I also (FINALLY) started on my table challenge, not because I didn't have ideas, but because I didn't really have the time to write them. And I don't have the time to write right now, but this idea was going to die if I didn't write it soon.
Comments are highly appreciated! Thanks for your time!