Where I went - Chapter 6

-The begining

The new found country ran quietly in the forest. Pitter ... Patter ...  Pitter ... Patter ... went his feet. The blonde hair, blue eyed boy looked to the distance. He saw a man that had long blonde hair that went passed his shoulders, and had medium blue eyes. He was agruing with another man that the American just noiticed. The other man had Blonde hair just like his and embraled (spw) green eyes. The American tilled his head to the side. He never saw them before or anyone that looked like them before. He was always with his tribe, they had dark skin and dark hair but the men in front of him where different. They dressed differently and looked differently. America began to walk towards the men, so they could see him but he was abit cought off guard when he heard yelling from them.

"You Wanker! He's my little brother. He looks just like me!" England stood with a smirk on his face.

"Can't you see the beatifulness the boy has from me? He's beatiful just like me!" France posed for england.

England just watched the perve make a fool out of himself. "The boy belongs to me!"

America was alittle scared from the yelling. He quietly turned around, he began to run to his people. Once again a quiet Pitter ... Patter ... was maded. The boy looked behind himself to see if the men were following him, even though they hadn't seen him. America ran into a pair of legs, he fell to his butt. "Ack!" he said quietly, he looked up to see another man. He was dressed in all white.

The man picked up America. "Hello, da! My name is Russia" Russia smiled and hugged the American. "Im your big brother"

America was alittle confussed. "A big b-brother?'' He questioned. He never had a big brother before.

Russia smiled sweetly. "Yes" Russia hugged the American tighter.

America liked the feeling he was getting. He hugged Russia back. "Big Brother." He said.

On that day on Russia took care of the American. As his older brother.



-Teen years

America just wanted to be free, Russia had no part in controling his country, anymore. He was now old enough to run his country. America loved his older brother, but it was time to be on his own. America peeked out from the wall, he watched the Russian Country pace back and forth, looking at the paper he was given. He mumbled softly to himself. America couldn't hear him but he knew it wasn't good.

"America!" Russia yelled, he was furious.

America slightly shaked as Russia yelled out. American than step out from his hiding place. "Y-yes Russia." America said as he looked at Russia.

"Why? Why would you do this to me?" Russia yelled this to the smaller American.

"I-I ..." America cleared his throut. "I just want to be Free, to be my own country" The next thing he knew it, he was on the floor. Russia lost it, he punched the little blue eyed boy, as hard as he could. America put his hand on his head, he felt warm blood running down his face. He looked up at Russia with a tear in his eye. This is the first time Russia ever hit him.

Russia's face went from total anger to a loving smile. "Well ...  Little America. You will lose this war then you won't ever leave me again." Russia than pointed to the door. "Now leave, I will see you on the battlefield." Russia then walked away.

America was alittle shock to watch Russia face expression change so quickly. He got up and left, he was heading to Frances house.



-The revolutionary war

Russia stared at his colony. Russia smirked while pulling out a gun, pointing it to America's head.

The American was on the ground, bloody, weak, full of pain. He just lost the war against Russia. The only war that America planned on winning. America thought he was a stronge country but he wasn't compared to Russia. 'Somebody save me.' America thought in his head as he watched the sliver gun shin in the sun light.

"You won't leave me again." Russia said in a rough voice. Russia then picked up the American. 'You won't ever try to leave me again." He now said this as a command.

America weakly nodded his bloodly head. America's heart broke from just slightly agreeing but what else was he suppose to do? He was too weak to fight back or even move alittle. Russia had completely distroyed him. America closed his eyes, for the way back to the horrible place he called home, ... Russia.



-A few months later

Russia looked out the window and signed. Once again America was climbing out his window and was trying to run away again. America has tried to run away several time since the revolutionary war. He hated staying in Russia, he want to be somewhere else, anywhere really. Russia got up from his chair and ran to the backyard, grabbing America by the legs, making him fall down to the snowy ground. "America!" Russia yelled with great anger.

America turned onto his back, facing the angry Russian, giving him an annoyed look.

"Your not leaving me!" Russia picked up America to his feet and started dragging him back to their house. "I'v had enough of you, pulling this."

America didnt say a word. He just tried to get out of Russia's hold, then gave up once they were inside.

Russia dropped him to the ground. "Go to your room! I'm busey here, later I'll talk with you" Russia began to walk away.

America stood up, "Your to busey running too many counties!" America really didn't know where he was going with that, but for some reason he said it.

Russia turned around at first glaring, then smiles. "Yes, Little America! Im running many countries. Including yours, da! So that means I own you. Now do what I say or you will regret it. Oh, you will certainly regret it" Russia walked away, going back to what he as doing.

America had a shocked expression on his face, he stood there for awhile till he heard footstep comming back to the room. America quietly headed to his room.



-Now

America sat in his chair, reading some papers that Russia gave to him. He read them carefully. He looked up at his 'brother'. "So ... Are you sure about this?"

Russia smiled and nodded to the new American.

America straightened his new white winter jacket, he stood up to face Russia. "We can take them down, one at a time." He smiled evily.

Its a smiled that Russia never seen before, he was alittle scared of the new personality that he made the American. But this will help him ... take over the world.



  
*Note: This is for betweem the Revolutionary war and now...in case you wanted to know what happened between Russia and America. ....America and Russia had a rocky relationship after the revolutionary war but they made up after a long time of healing. America doesn't mind of Russia being control of him, anymore. Him and Russia are the strongest countries in the world. He really didn't want anymore trouble. He gave up from wanting to be free.