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America was on her 200th push up. It was late at night and the chatter within the tents had fallen quiet. The moon was out, and she felt bored, and a little alone, so she decided to stop by her friend’s tent.
She ran through the sea of tents until she came upon a big one with three bunks. One on the left and right, and one in the back center.
“Hello, America,” England said without looking up from his book.
“Hi England!”
America bounced over to the bed and went up the ladder so just her head was peeking over.
“Whatcha reading?” America said, more playful than usual.
“Just the ‘Screwtape’.” England said, now peering over his book to look down at America’s characteristic, mischievous smile.
“What’s it about?”
“It’s about religion and theology,” he said, not looking up.
She suddenly grabbed it from his hands. “Hey! Give that back!” he said in a huff reaching forward.
“I’m just trying to figure out what so interesting about this book that your more interested in it and not your favorite country?” She said with a playful tone, looking up at him.
He quickly reached out attempting to grab it.
“Oh I didn’t know you were Canada,”
“What!” America said,
“Canada has helped me in this war without complaints, unlink someone,” England looked America in the eyes but had a smile on his face “Who took their grand time,”
America looked at him, in a pouting way and he used the opportunity to grab his book.
He realized he was smiling and quickly opened up his book to cover his face. When he heard silence, he looked down at her face, which was a mixture between a smile and a frown.
“Oh, I was only joking”
That smile was back as she held onto the bars and leaned back a bit, still keeping eye contact with the country.
“So I am you favorite,”
“I never said that,” England said, quickly covering his face again with the book.
“But you didn’t not say it,"
Before England could make a jaunty response, America blew out the light and grabbed the book, running out of the tent.
“America!” He shouted. “Come back here!”
He leaped off the bed and grabbed his umbrella on the way out. He followed her laughter until he came about to an empty area on a cliff overlooking the ocean. She stood with the book tucked in her side pocket of her war uniform. England found himself blushing a little as he saw her shape in the moonlight. No, bad thoughts. England quickly shooed away what he was thinking. She turned and they both stood there for a second, then she raised her fists. He laughed and pulled out his umbrella, sword still tucked away inside. Her mechanisms on the lower part of her arm were still turned off. In the blink of an eye, they were in front of each other, America throwing light punches and England blocking them in quick precise movements, both laughing.
England suddenly stopped, causing America to stop as well and give him a confused look.
“Did you hear that?”
“Hear wha-,”
Suddenly there was an explosion and the rock they were on crumbled beneath them. Falling down the side of the cliff, robots with black metal, resembling Samari, jumped off the cliff. England quickly used his power to use the rocks to jump off towards the Samari, pulling out his sword. He has had years, decades, centuries, millennia, of fighting. America, although tough and experienced, was still new. Spinning through the air, she grabbed onto the nearest rock and jumped up. A Samari jumped down and threw his sword at her. She was used to throwing punches, very strong ones at that, but she needed ground. She grabbed it in her hands, and it grabbed her wrist. They tumbled in the air. England noticed her struggling and used his power to create a circle “landing pad” and jump downwards to the struggling fighters. He slashed through, and America used the opportunity to kick the fighter. England looked up as another came down and he jumped out of the way, backstabbing the samurai as it went down. Suddenly, another came down and thrust America against the rock wall as she slid down. She used the opportunity of feet against rock to launch herself into the air, essentially flipping him around and sending him flying to the ground. England, above her just fought off another. He looked down to check on America and noticed below them, about 20 samurai had come out from beneath the cave. America, who had also noticed the turn in events, turned to look up at England. He looked down at her. He tucked away his sword and opened his umbrella. America gave him a understanding look and then turned back to the ground, knowing what she had to do. There were rocks stuck in open wounds on her back. England winced. Even though they had fought in two wars together, he still hated to see her hurt.
Using his power, he created a circle in the air and America took the three seconds before attacking to unlock her metal fighting bands along the lower arm. With a clicking sound, she moved her arm back and then thrust it forward hitting the middle of the circle. Stars spun around the edge, and then it shattered. Fire flew out from around the outside, swirling together to hit the ground. And the sand blew up. 15 samurai robots were destroyed. America landed feet first on the ground, although, a bit unsteady. England landed gracefully beside her. He put his hand on her shoulder as she leaned over. She didn’t usually get tired, in fact usually over exertion caused her to gain power, but in this instance, it felt like it had been drained. She gave him the thumbs up. He nodded his head and turned to the samurai. Pulling his sword out, he gracefully shot towards the enemy, slashing them with his sword.
America, now recovered, began fighting alongside England. She would throw a punch, light exploding from the bullet going off between the enemy and her fist. And England would flip over her back, aiming his sword straight for the enemy’s head. Focusing on the next samurai, he lined a power circle behind the fighters back and then created one around America’s fist. The circle pushed the samurai, through America’s fist, until the circle lined up, and America’s gun exploded inside, sending the samurai part’s flying. England rushed over and set another circle up right in front of America, she began punching the circle, fiery icicles hitting the last two samurai. America jumped over and smashed the flaming icicles, causing the samurai to explode.
England, who was trying to catch his breath, looked at America who was also breathing hard.
Before, when they practiced fighting when America first joined the war, their moves were unsure and did not align. England was used to America’s colony fighting style, and America did not have the light thin body she had before to do those moves, nor did she want too. America, feeling England staring, turned around and jump hugged England’s thin body. England at that moment realized how big and muscular America had gotten. As his hands wrapped around her, he felt her arm muscles flexing, and moving on to her back, he could feel the v going down to her waist. He wondered if her legs were just as muscular. No England, bad thoughts. He shooed them away as he felt America pull away from the hug. She looked down at him affectionately. England took the moment to pull the Screwtape book out of his pocket. America gasped
“What? When did you get that!”
“That’s a secret”