A New Dawn (Countryhumans)

I Don't Want To Do This

America growled under his breath. He couldn't find anyone, but he did see his dad approaching him.

The UK dressed fancy. He wore a monocle and a top hat. Very fancy. He also had a golden, metal, prosthetic right arm. America, his own son, would be to blame for that.

"Son," he addressed him in a British accent.

"Ugh! What do you want? I'm not in the mood to get yelled at."

The UK sighed deeply. "I am not here to scold you. I am here to formally invite you to the family reunion. It's happening this Saturday, starting at 4 pm."

"What if I don't want to go?" America pushed his luck.

Britain growled softly. "You are going to go to the reunion. Everyone in the family will be there! You simply must attend."

America growled back. "...Fine, I'll go. But only because you're forcing me."

His father smiled. "Very well then. Don't forget the time now." He nodded and walked away.

America took off his sunglasses and rubbed his face. "Ugh... I swear." As he said this, his older brother, Canada approached him.

"Hey, Canada." he looked at him. "Want to say who tripped me?"

Canada fidgeted with the raccoon tail on his hat. "Well... it was Nazi-"

America clutched his hand into a fist. "Ha! Of course it was," the angry American said through bared teeth. He stormed off.

Canada tried to stop him but his younger brother shoved him away.

America stormed through the crowds around the Capital until he made it to his house. It was very convenient that Reichtangle and Third lived next to him.

He passed his own house and banged on the door. Reichtangle answered it.

"What?" he simply asked.

America growled. "Where is that hellspawn?"

The German country crossed his arms. "What do you need him for?" he asked again.

America reached into his pocket and grabbed the remote that controlled the E-collars. "Don't make me."

Reichtangle sighed. "Ok then..." he backed away, letting America inside the house.

It was a decent home. Not much, however. A few family pictures were hanging on the wall.

America stormed into Nazi's room and looked around. He was nowhere to be seen.

He jogged back to the increasingly angry German.

"Where is he?" America snarled.

Reichtangle shrugged. "Most likely in his garden."

The Third Reich was in his garden, clearing out weeds. He was interrupted when his collar beeped. "Heh?"

America stood in front of him. He was ticked off, to say the least.

"I know what you did."

Nazi gave him a smug smile. "And what was- ahh!" he fell to the ground and clutched his neck. America had shocked him, literally.

"There is more wehere that came from if you don't confess!"

"Fine!" the smaller German country curled into a ball. "I tripped you."

The bigger country kicked him. "That's what you get. For everything you've done. You're a monster," America's words were harsh.

Nazi slowly stood up and brushed the dirt off his dark grey T-shirt.

America stormed off, and Reichtangle looked at him until he was out of sight.

America sighed. He seemed to do that often now... he didn't want to go to any party...