Chapter 2

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Italics are thinking
Bold dialogue
Normal is speech
Bold name = text or calls
BK = Britain kids

WARNING
Violence

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Britain POV

It's been a couple of weeks since I met Soviet. Me and the kids are planning on going out tonight for dinner.

Britain:Kids come on!

Everyone came down and put there boots on since it was snowing. We went out the door and started the long walk to the restaurant.

We arrived at the restaurant. It's brick walls where illuminated by the lanterns that hung outside the old ruby red door. I walked over to the door and opened it letting my kids in first before stepping in myself.

Waiter:Good afternoon sir

Britain:Afternoon to you to sir

Waiter:So what's your name?

Britain:Britain

Waiter:A table for 5?

Britain:Yes

Waiter:Well follow me

We followed the waiter over to our table. Just across from us was a larger table that looks like it can fit 16 or even more people on it.

Britain:Someone must be celebrating tonight

The waiter handed us the menu and left.

Soviet POV

Lithuania:Dad hurry up!

Soviet:Yeah I'm coming!

Soviet:Why does it seem like I'm their kid. They are always telling me what to do...

I got to the front door and put my boots and my ushanka on. Opening the door all the kids ran out and started to head towards the restaurant.

We arrived at the restaurant and entered.

Waiter:Good afternoon sir

Soviet:Afternoon

Waiter:So what's your name?

Soviet:Union of Soviet Socialist Republics or just USSR it should be

Waiter:Over here USSR

The waiter took us over to the table. I noticed that right next to us was Britain and his kids. Britain put his menu down and looked at me. He smiled which caused me to give him a small one in response. I decided to get the seat that was by Britain.

Soviet:Nice to see you again

Britain:Same

Canada:Hey, dad can we order now?

Britain:Sure

Britain calls over a waitress who take his order. The waitress left and we talked for a bit then I placed my own family order.

Britain:I can't imagine how much food you need for your family

Soviet:Well dear Britain let's just say it's a lot

Britain:*Chuckles* Obviously you communist

Soviet:Well... how do you know so much about me but I don't know much about you?

Britain:News, reading your country's books and well my son

Soviet:Hmmm

Britain:Well hun seems like food is here

Soviet:What did he just call me?!

Britain turned around and started to talk to his family. I sigh and turned and faced my family and do the same.

Britain POV

Canada:Dad can we go to the fair that's opening up tomorrow?

Britain:Sure

BK:Yay!

We finished our food and just as I was about to pay a group of men and women walk in guns in hand.

Britain:This is why I have such tight gun laws (-_-)

Criminal 1 (C1):Hands up!

We did as told and everyone's hands went into the air. I felt someone grab me and take me to the front only to have a gun pointed to my head.

Britain:What a drag

America POV

We watched as dad was taken to the front of the restaurant.

C2:Now put your money in the bag!

A lot of the people put there wallets, purses and straight up money into the bag. I looked at Canada who just shrugged. Suddenly I was grabbed by one of the guys with a gun pointed to my head.

Britain POV

I watched as they pointed a gun at MY son.

Britain:Those son of a bi***es

I watched as America slowly started to shake. Growling I elbowed the guy next to me and grabbed his gun then shot it at the closes wall before pointing it at the guy.

Britain:Let the kid go

C1:Why should I?

Britain:Well you asked for it

I took the gun and shot one of the others in the arm before pointing it at the guy again

Britain:Now. Let. Him. Go.

They let America go. Quickly he ran to me and hugged me. I hugged him back only to feel something in his coat. I smirked and whispered to him.

Britain:What did I say about guns?

America:Not to bring them out for dinner?

Britain:Yeah but you did good today

I looked up at Soviet and smiled. Quickly I shot one of the guys that started to come closer to me. He collapsed. Quickly I grabbed America's gun.

Britain:Soviet! Catch!

I tossed Soviet the gun in which he luckily caught. He pointed at another person just as police sirens where heard. The police then entered the building making everyone drop their guns except one who shot me in the throat. He was tackled by police as everything faded to black.

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