Perfect Enemy (AmerBel)

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"That was fun, bro!" I had managed to kick Britain's and Canada's butt at Smash Bros. again.

Britain snapped. "That wasn't fair! I want a rematch, America. I will win this time!" Canada smiled. "I like this. Spending time together. Let's go for another round, America!"

I smiled. "That's the spirit! I'll show both of you to your doom...AGAIN!" I laughed. Britain smiled. "In your dreams, America!"

Before we could even start, France nonchalantly walked in the room and sat like he had been here the whole time. We looked at him with curious expressions. I broke first. "Dude, no offence, but how the hell did you get in?"

He took a sip of his wine. "The front door was unlocked, mon ami." Britain facepalmed. "You forgot to lock the front door, didn't you?"

I took a sip of my soda. "Maaaayyyybbbbeeee. . ."

Suddenly, we all broke into laughter for no apparent reason. After a minute filled with laughter, we all quieted down. I motioned to the controller next to the T.V. "Wanna join, France? We have room for one more player."

He shrugged. "Why not?" He picked up the controller, we all chose all our characters, and started the match.

Canada was the first one out. "Aw."

Britain was the next one out. "Aw, fiddlesticks."

Me and France were left. I tried using my final move, but he managed to use his a split second before.

He sat up. "I won? I won! Ha, Alfred!"

"Aw, man. I LOST?"

Britain sat up. "I don't know about everyone else, but I'm hungry."

France stood up. "I hope your not planning to cook..."

I saw Britain give him a dirty look. "Really, frog?"

France smiled. "Yes, really."

Britain lounged at him, but I stopped him with simple sticking my arm out. "Woah there, Tough Stuff. Go back to your Barbies."

He snapped. "I'M NOT A GIRL. IS THAT REALLY HOW YOU TREAT FAMILY?"

I smiled. "Yes, yes it is."

He stopped. "Fine, whatever. France cook." He slumped on the couch. This surprised the three of us. He nevers slumps while sitting.

France just had to rub it in his face. "You're slumping. That's a first."

Britain snapped at him. "SHUT UP AND MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL." Then, he threw a couch pillow at France. France and I both dodged.

France crossed his arms. "Not until you apoligize..."

Britain shook his head. "No way in hell."

Canada sat, unnoticable, as usual. France raised one eyebrow in anticipation.

Britain just sat. "If you don't want to, I can-"

"NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE." France ran straight into kitchen.

Britain crossed his legs. "And...the British Gentleman triumphs again."

Canada and I tried to stiffle our laughter. "PFFFT-"

Britain threw a pillow. He smiled. "Oh, shut your bloody traps."

France poked his head in. "Reality hits you hard, mi ami."

I smiled a devious smile. "Reality's my bitch, bro."

Britain spit out his tea, and started laughing. "The hell was that, Alfie?!"