As the Seasons Change

The Fall of the Backtalker!

*is genuinely starting to worry about future chapters, has been procrastinating*

Well, I'm back with a new chapter!

Feedback is much appreciated, froends! I truly hope you enjoy this chapter....truly.

~Sergeant Leaf

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America threw his stuff down onto the couch, a bag full of who-knows-what, and slipped the shotgun back into his pocket for now. He didn't want to arouse suspicion.

"How many times have I told you not to make such a mess wherever you go!?" England shouted angrily at the American who grinned back cheekily at him.

"About as many times as ya've told me!" He replied simply, fueling the Brit's anger. England let out a infuriated growl, and flung his arms into the air, this was hopeless. He went on and on about how he really needed to keep a tidier living space or England was going to punt him out the front door into the rain, that had oddly suddenly begun after the American arrived, but America wasn't listening. He seemed to be intently staring at England.

"Are you even listening to me!?" He snapped his fingers twice, "Hey, America!"

The man in question then snapped back to reality, he chuckled and waved his hand dismissively. He was like a teenage boy who'd dozed off in class. "Huh? Oh, sorry Iggy." England huffed in annoyance, "Ah. Hello to you too. And what have I told you about calling me Iggy?" He crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head in disbelief. It simply astounded him how America and Canada had derived that nickname from a World Meeting where Japan taught them to say 'England' in Japanese, 'Igirisu'. Iggy, Igirisu, it wasn't the same! Damn it, it wasn't!

"Not to call you that. But come on, if I can't call you that, I'll call you Eyebrows."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Fucking try me."

"You know what?" England growled, clenching his fists. If America thought he could take his 'kindness' for granted, treating his house like it was shit, treating him like shit for that matter, well, he had another thing coming to him! Well, he was going to let that wanker have it all right!

"Fine. I'll try you. I'll give you a what-for, wanker. You are a stupid, arrogant, obnoxious, good-for-nothing, independence-declaring git, who does nothing but jeopardize the future of his country and stuff his face. You've spent over ninety-three percent of your time as a country at war, you bunk here without my permission, and you never stop spouting about your freedom, let's face it, you're ranked even less than me in terms of freedom."

He heaved a big sigh after this speech, closing his eyes. Well, he had now finally given that insolent nation a piece of his mind, how he really felt. England did felt better, having got it all said, but when he opened them, his eyes flicked from confusion to mortification to complete, and utter terror.

There was a shotgun pointed right at him.

"Say another word. Tell me how corrupted my country is. I dare you." America spat, his voice falling at least three octaves, as his fingers fumbled the trigger of the gun. England stepped back, his back hitting the wall, making the Brit whirl around to see just that, making a small sound. He was trapped, and completely stunned. "Y...You...wouldn't...!" America clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Two words. Tsk tsk, Iggy. And I thought you were a gentleman! Ha!" Both of his hands held the gun, he pulled the trigger. Twice. Time seemed to slow down as two bullets 9.9mm in size hurtled through the air.