100TC: 5.Play“Big brother, can you please play with me?”
England sighed, glancing from his paperwork over to the small child currently standing beside him. “I’m sorry, America, but I have work. I can’t play with you right now. Maybe when I’m done.”
The colony pouted, staring up at his brother with big, blue eyes. “You always say that. You never actually do.”
England sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache coming on, something that frequently happened when with his little brother. “America, please. I have to get this work done, or my boss will not be happy with me. And then I won’t be able to come over, and I won’t be able to spend time with you.”
“What’s the point? It’s not like you actually spend time with me! All you do is that stupid work!”
“America,” England said, warning entering into his tone.
“It’s just like as if you’re back at your pl
100TC: 4.RelationshipEngland had absolutely no idea what to do in this relationship.
Ok, scratch that. He really didn’t have any clue what to do in relationships in general, whether they were romantic or not.
He thought he’d understood the brother thing. Apparently he hadn’t, considering he’d ended up on a muddy battlefield, squaring off against his younger brother.
He really, really tried not to think about that.
But this? An actual, romantic relationship? Yup, no clue.
He had no idea how this was going to work out. And he would rather die than ask for help. Especially if said source of help was France. Yes, he’d definitely rather die than ask France for relationship advice.
Common sense dictated that he should just give up. Accept he was “forever alone”. Go back to isolation.
And yet… He wanted this. He wanted to be with her. He loved her too much to not get this to work.
So, as they walked along the shore on her nation’s beaches, he ad
100TC: 3.LifeBelarus did not expect her life to turn out like this.
She had expected that she would be by Big Brother’s side forever, that he’d give in to her pleas eventually and marry her, never parting from each other.
Life, however, threw her a curveball. A curveball named “the United States of America”.
She did not know how she fell for him. He was loud. He was obnoxious. He could not read the atmosphere to save his life.
And yet, it had happened.
It had started out simple enough. The American started pestering her after World Conferences, asking if he could take her out to lunch somewhere. Every time, Belarus would decline, stalking off to find her brother.
But then, one day, America invited her out to a lunch that his fellow members of the Allies would be at. Which meant Russia would be going.
Not about to pass up on an opportunity to be near Big Brother, Belarus had tagged along, expecting to just sit by Russia the whole time and ignore everyone else.
100TC: 2.HappyRomano wanted nothing more than to punch Spain.
He did not understand how one person could be so happy all the time. In fact, he could probably count on one hand how many times he’d seen the man without his cheerful grin.
It was annoying. Really, really annoying.
His stupid brother had that obnoxious habit, too. Why was he surrounded by so many smiling idiots? It really pissed him off.
“Aw, Roma, why are you so upset?”
“How many times do I have to tell you that this is my natural face, you idiot?!” Romano snapped back at the man, glaring at him at he sat down beside him on the couch. He wished Spain would spontaneously burst into flames. Now, that would bring a smile to Romano’s face.
“That’s really not good for you,” the Spaniard commented, picking up the TV remote, which Romano promptly took away. The last time Spain was allowed to do the channel surfing, they’d ended up watching Spanish soap operas. That was n
100TC: 1.ChoresOnce both North American brothers became part of England’s household, he discovered very quickly that Canada was nothing at all like his brother.
It especially became apparent the first time England assigned Canada chores.
England had expected it to be a hassle; for years, when he tried to get America to do chores, it was accompanied by whines of “Do I have to?” and saying that he “just didn’t feel like it”.
Of course, he finally figured out that all he needed to do was sigh dramatically and say, “Oh well. I was only trying to help you. I heard real heroes do their chores, but if you don’t want to do them…”
In about five seconds flat, America was in the kitchen, washing dishes.
Canada, however, was a whole different story.
“Canada?” England called out in the surprisingly quiet house. America was either napping or playing outside, it seemed. “Canada, lad, where are you?”
“Right here, Mr. En