The Crimson Sky

Chapter 5

"Canada!" America yelled.

"Yes?" Canada replied from the other side of the room.

America ran to him and bear-hugged his little brother "I just want you to know that, no matter what, I love you, Matthew."

Canada chuckled lightly and  hugged back, "I love you too, Alfred."

France joined the two in a group hug and pulled England in as well.

"I just feel like something bad is about to happen," America said with a haunted look on his face.

"Maybe. But as long as we stick together we should be fine."

Just then, a messenger came into the room "There is to be a battle sometime within the coming week. The first of many to come."

"So they are done just bombing everyone now?"

The person shrugged "I'm just the messenger."

"Alright."

"Then let's get ready to fight, boys," America said cheerfully, his energetic-self back.

"Alright."

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TWO DAYS LATER

America was in his bedroom preparing for battle.

Canada walked into the room "So what's the plan?"

America turned around guiltily, black face paint on his hands and face.

Canada tried and failed to stifle a laugh "Really America?"

"Am I supposed to have a plan?"

"Yes."

"Well then the plan is..improvise."

Canada face palmed "We need to make an actual plan."

"Seduce the enemy?" France suggested as he walked in.

Canada just shook his head "No."

"That could work as a distraction" America winked.

"America!"

He slung an arm around Canada and France's shoulders "Every plan needs a distraction."

"Like England's scones?"

"That's too obvious, amour. Seduction is distraction," France pinched Canada's bum.

"Seriously you two."

"We are being very serious."

"Yep."

"You know what. Fine."

"Yay!" America cheered, picking Canada up and twirling him around.

Canada just laughed at his brothers actions. Although he had a strange feeling about the upcoming battle.

"Where's England?"

"He said something about having an emergency meeting with Romania and Norway."

"Don't tell him about the distraction," America warned.

"What distraction?" England said standing in the doorway.

"Nothing, amour," France stuttered.

"What are you three planning and America why is your face painted?" England asked, suspicious.

"I was doing America's makeup, dear, and Canada and I were deciding what we should make him wear," France ad-libbed.

"Ok then. Well I'm just going to go make some lunch."