2England's POV
"America! I'm back!" I called as I walked into the den I shared with my little brother, on the occasions I was in the colonies. I looked around for the little puppy now, and was stunned when a full grown wolf bolted up to me.
"England, you're back! I missed you, sis!" he howled, nuzzling me. I jumped back, staring up at the wolf.
"A-America!?" I hissed. America grinned.
"Yeah, who else would run up to you like me and call you sis?" the wolf asked. I stared up at him, stunned that my little brother America had grown so much in the short time I was gone...
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"Jerk England! Come see! I'm a country now!" a voice called. I looked up to see a full grown blond wolf with a white belly and paws, blue eyes, and thick eyebrows.
"S-Sealand!?" I hissed. Sealand grinned and his voice sounded almost exactly like America's.
"Yeah, who else would run up to you and call you jerk England?" he asked. His voice seemed to echo and the world around me began to fall apart.
I was suddenly alone, in a dark and cold place.
I jerked away, breathing hard. "Just a dream...It was just a dream..." I whispered to myself. Except, it WASN'T a dream. Not the America part at least. America was an adult and a country now, rather than my colony.
I walked silently out of my private den into the main den. It was empty, of course, since I lived alone. I slowly walked out of the den and looked around. I needed to eat soon, I was starving.
"England, dude!" America's familiar voice called. I turned to see him in the entrance of my den, grinning like the idiot he is. I sighed.
"What are you doing here, America?" I asked, annoyed already by his presence. America grinned and padded into my den, without permission of course. America wagged his tail.
"Wanna hunt together!? I'm starvin', man!" he howled. I growled and rolled my eyes.
"Do I look like a man to you?" I demanded in annoyance.
"...Would it offend you if I said yes as a joke?" America asked, his voice sounding innocent.
"Yes."
"Then, nope! You totally look like a girl, dude...ette."
"Dude...ette?"
"For girl dudes!"
"You bloody git." I mumbled, shaking my head and walking past him to exit the den. America quickly caught up with me as I began to walk through the city of London. Wolves were everywhere, doing their jobs, begging, or playing with their pups. An almost peaceful day in the city. If only the annoying wanker beside me would leave.
"...McDonalds! Do you even have a McDonalds here, England?" America asked. I looked up at him and blinked. I had zoned out a little while ago, and now I had no idea what he was talking about.
"What about McDonalds?" I asked, my voice sounding a little dazed. America didn't seem to notice. Then again, what can you expect from that country?
"I said, do you have a McDonalds!?" America half-yelled. I growled, flattening my ears against my head to try and muffle the sound.
"You didn't need to yell! I just wasn't paying attention!" I snapped. America grinned, a big stupid grin.
"Don't hate on me! I just talk loud!" America teased. Then he smirked. "Besides, I am your fault!"
"D-Did you just say that you were my fault?" I asked, confused. America nodded, with that big stupid grin on his face.
"According to some random comedian who's name I don't remember-"
"Oh yes, America. Comedians are so wise and know everything!" I muttered sarcastically. America shushed me.
"The comedian said that I was your fault! And if you think about it, I-" America began.
"America, you should not think. For you, I believe it would be a dangerous activity."
"Shut up, England! I'm trying to tell you something really important!"
"How is what you heard from a comedian even remotely important?" I demanded. America pouted, looking really upset. So I sighed and nodded for him to continued, which lead to his big stupid grin again.
"Anyway, if you think about it, I am your fault since you brought me up! So when you say I'm annoying and...and...I forgot the other word..."
"Obnoxious?"
"Yeah, that one! When you say I'm that, then you have no one to blame but yourself!" he howled, looking proud of himself. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. America can blame me for whatever he wants.
"At least I'm not over 16 trillion dollars in debt!" I snapped. America flinched, then snapped his mouth shut. He was obviously not happy that I brought up the debt thing, but it's really not my problem.
"Shut up, man! I'll deal with it!"
"You know some of that money is owed to me, right? So I believe that I have the right to discuss it with you. Unless you want to leave, that-" I began. America was bolting off before I could even finish my sentance. I shook my head.
Americans.