Fighting over England

Chapter 9

Americas PoV
Canada comes rushing in after the brothers left. "America?" He asks lifting my face up "Are you okay?"
"NO! NO IM NOT!" I yell "I JUST LOST THE FUCKING LOVE OF MY LIFE BECAUSE HE ALWAYS GIVES IN TO HIS OLDER BROTHERS!" Canada just stares at me, he looks like he's close to crying "Oh shit." I say "I'm sorry dude, I didn't mean to yell at you like that." I say pulling Canada into a hug
"It... It's okay." He says wiping his tears "Nobody messes with you and gets away with it."
"Dude? What do you mean?" I ask Canada slightly concerned.
"America, I'm sick of being pushed around and weak." He says "I want you to train me up so I can fight and help you." He says strongly. I just stare at him, I don't know what to think as this is Canada were taking about, he won't go near a gun. "Please." He adds onto the end
"Yeah, of course dude." I say standing up.
"Really?!" He says ecstatically
"Yep!" I say putting my arm around him
"Yay!" He exclaims "I can't wait for this."
"So is my precious cinnamon roll wanting to learn how to fight?" I hear Prussia say as he walks into my room "I'm willing to help with that." He says smirking "Plus I can get my little baby brother to help." He says proudly
"Wait." I say "You mean Germany?"
"Who else would I be talking about you stupid American." He says scowling
"We.. We could also get France to help." Canada suggests "He hates the Kirkland brothers."
"Yes!" I exclaim. This means war. The stupid Kirklands don't know what they've got themselves into. I smirk a devilish smirk, frightening the crap out of Canada. "Right first thing is to train you up." I say putting my arm around Canada. "Get off him, I ain't having you pull any lovey dovey crap on my boyfriend." Prussia says
"Don't worry I ain't a perverted cunt like that Scotland." I say laughing "I'd never pull anything like that on my brother."
"Isn't England actually your older brother?" Prussias words made me stop in my tracks, the flashbacks came rolling in. From right before the war, when I was still a child '"Take care of yourself America"' England said "But big brother I don't want you to go away" I pleaded, my big blue eyes looking up at England as I clinged onto his leg. "Don't worry America." He said as he picked me up and held me close "I'll be back in a few days, don't you worry." He said to me in a soothing voice...." See America, I'm back!" He shouted I ran back in, however I was bigger know and wanted my independence..... The rain poorer down onto our faces. He looked up at me with his emerald eyes that still shined bright, even in the darkest of times. "It seems like you have won America." He said coughing "You have won the independence you wanted." He said, tears falling down his face, "You are no longer my brother, however you shall still always be dear to me and I will protect you, even from my own brothers." And all I did was turn my back and walk away, to celebrate the freedom I finally won.' I stood there, digging my nails into my palm, my knuckles turning white. "He is NOT my brother." I say through the grit of my teeth "We are NOT and never were related by blood." I almost scream, tears start falling from down my face "I don't have the same last name as them." Emphasising on the 'them'  "I just love England." I say, tears still falling down my face. I wipe my tears and put my brave face back on. I walked toward the kitchen and towards a door "Where are we going?" Canada asks me wearily
"Welcome to my training ground." I say opening the door. I walk down the stairs, Canada and Prussia following. We reach another door at the bottom of the stairs. I turn the handle and open the door. I switch on the light and BAM! It's my own personal rifle range and very small guy in the very corner of the room, it is literally a punching bag and a treadmill. "Since when has this been here?" Canada asks in shock
"It's always been here." I say "And don't worry I have a licence and permit." I say walking over to my beautiful babies and by babies I mean my gun collection. "Let's see." I say "This should be an easy one to train you on first." I say handing the gun to Canada. He takes the gun and almost drops it. "It's to heavy." He says, I knew he was weak but Jesus, I picked out the lightest rifle I own and he still couldn't hold it.
"Well it seems like we need to build your strength up first." I say heading towards the punching bag. "This is gonna be a long night." I said to myself
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~Amelia🦄 I almost made myself cry with the flash back I wrote lemme see for point on angst America: 1 Scotland: 0 SUCK IT LOSER! Also it's the italic part of you didn't get which bit was the flashbacks