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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 15, 2012 17:35:30 GMT -5
Mein Canadia won't hug me though T.T Im so sad)
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 15, 2012 17:46:15 GMT -5
I'll hug you Nemo!
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 15, 2012 17:49:03 GMT -5
Yaay! *Huggle* <3)
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 15, 2012 17:53:33 GMT -5
(*sniff* the wedding was so beautiful XD)
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 15, 2012 17:55:42 GMT -5
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 15, 2012 18:15:10 GMT -5
America flung open the door to his house, a strange mixture of anger and sadness in his heart. He sat down, rubbing his eyes. He has to prove to England he can be tough, that he can handle things by himself. Suddenly, he heard pounding at the door. At first, America ignored it, he can't let anyone see that he cried. But then an urgent voice called out, "Sir! Please come out! We need help! The-" He got interrupted by America quickly opening the door.
"What's wrong?"
"There's a fire!"
"Where?"
"In New York! It's pretty bad..."
"Go round up some others! We need all the help we can get..."
And with that, the two men ran in opposite directions, one away from the blaze, and one towards it...
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 15, 2012 18:20:53 GMT -5
England was leading a group of his men on horses through America's towns, setting things ablaze.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 15, 2012 18:23:48 GMT -5
*is happeh*(
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 15, 2012 18:39:26 GMT -5
America got to the inferno too late. It already encompassed most of the city, with most of it's inhabitants still inside. He charged into the fire, trying to save as many people as he can. His lungs stung from inhaling all that smoke, and his eyes watered and stung. He was covered in burns and was sweating profusely. He escaped from what he thought would be his last burning building for the night, since reinforcements had just arrived. But as he turned to greet the new arrivals, the man whose life America had just saved grabbed his shirt. America jumped. He thought the man was unconcious.
"I... I saw him! I did! H...he-"
"Whoa, settle down!" America said, startled. "You need to calm down. We're going to get you help, okay?"
Instead of relaxing his grip, however, the man tightened it, "He did this! How could he, the treacherous little-"
"Who's he?"
"England! He did this! He.... He...." and with that, the man's eyes glazed over, and he exhaled his last breath.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 15, 2012 18:52:28 GMT -5
Canada had heard the news and was fucking worried about America.
England soon had finished and he and his men set back to their own land.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 15, 2012 18:56:49 GMT -5
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 15, 2012 18:58:09 GMT -5
America was incredibly pissed at England. Why would he so that? A shipload of tea is worth hundreds of people's lives?
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 15, 2012 19:03:17 GMT -5
England went into his house and slammed the door. He slid down it, crumpling to the floor. His hands were over his eyes as he cried. "I overreacted... I'm a bloody muderer... BLOODY HELL!!!" he yelled.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 15, 2012 19:09:01 GMT -5
America paced around in his house. Why? The question echoed in his mind. Why didn't Canada choose to help me? Why did England kill those people? He tried to control his anger, but it was too much. "ARRRRGGGH!!!!" he screamed, frustrated. Why? Why can't England just leave me alone? Why don't I have answers? Why does my hand hurt? He looked up to discover that he punched a hole through his wall.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 15, 2012 19:10:44 GMT -5
Canada rushed to America's house. He knocked on the door.
England was still crying and yelling things about how bad of a person he was.
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