Her end, His beginning..

1900

Canada sighed as she sat at the bar, Bob next to her attempting to give her comfort after what Rooster decided to pull on her. 'Canada..its okay..' Bob whispered to her before looking up as crashing noises could be heard. 'Oh shit..' he said kinda loud as Canada looked up and in the direction he was looking. Hangman had just punched Rooster and now there was a bar fight happening- Men, women and citizens attempting to pull the boys apart.

"COME GET ME HANGMAN- ILL MAKE SURE PEOPLE SEE WHY THEYLL CALL YOU HANGMAN!!" Rooster shouted, attempting to get free from his fellow military men and woman trying to hold him back.

"AT LEAST IM NOT NAMED AFTER A COCK!!" Hangman shouted back as people attempted to keep them apart.

Canada's heart spiked and her breath began to quicken, quickly trying to get up with Bob to help her she rushed outside. Collapsing onto the sand and grabbing the bottle out of her jumper. Bob noticing the bottle and recognizing it he quickly ran inside- grabbed a water and ran back out. Handing it too her as she popped a pill and downed the water. "Phew..thanks..how'd you-" she said as Bob cut her off. 'I take the same meds. Let me guess, get it through a parent's name so it don't go on record?' He asked as Harper nodded. 'I'm sorry you have to go through that..' he said patting her back as he sat down next to her. "Its okay..just...happened earlier so I'm always cautious who I tell or show..but thanks for being chill about it." Bob shrugged as he looked out at the ocean. 'Its fine. You don't tell I wont.' He joked as Canada laughed, gently nudged him. Both of them just sitting on the sand before hearing two bodies hit the sand, the two looked over to see Rooster and Hangman laying in sand..red, bloody faces and jumpers at there hips showing off the white tanktops underneath both of there jumpers..the fight about to continue..