Breaking Away-CountryHumans United Kingdom

The Battle Begins

This chapter and book is not meant to be offensive to anyone, I'm sorry if it comes off that way!

There is also a bit of violent talk, if that makes sense, just, not a nice friendly conversation. Lots of death threats.
And you know what that means, death threats mean bad language!
So yeah, be aware of that if ya don't like it.

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No Ones POV

The countries all glare at each other. Standing still. The atmosphere tense.
"Why." England says, more demanding than questioning.
"Who doesn't want to go down as the country who took down the remains of the biggest empire in history?" Turkey simply says.
"Our empire ended years ago." Scotland states coldly.
"It doesn't end till you're all dead." Turkey says in a cold tone with a death glare towards Scotland.
Scotland returns the glare, holding himself back from charging at the country.
"You're as dumb as you come off." England says in response to Turkey.
"I could say the same for you." Turkey replies in irritation to England. "But you know what a real smart thing for you to do would be?" Turkey continues. "Surrender... or just hand me the little dragon country and I'll continue my business later with you three."
"I'd rather cut aff yer heed." Scotland states, his words harshly cold.
Turkey stays silent staring at the country not sure how to act at the words. He decides to ignore it, he didn't quite understand the accent anyway.
"Maybe not that harsh," Says England glancing towards Scotland. "But I'm certainly not doing any of the things you said." He says, turning back to Turkey.
Turkey hums in response.
"Have it your way then." Turkey says.
He quickly lifts up his small gun,
(I don't really know what guns to give them so you can just imagine any gun.)
Which had been hidden to the other countries and fires.

The bullet flies towards Wales but before the bullet can hit Scotland pulls Wales out of the way, causing it to miss and glide further into the distance.
"Damn you." Turkey says and aims for Scotland next.
Scotland positions himself as Turkey pulls the trigger. A bullet yet again flies out the gun in the direction of Scotland. Scotland, however, moves the sword he holds with speed and precision and it takes the blow of the bullet, deflecting it.
"How...?" Turkey mutters.
"When ye hate guns with a passion because they're so damn hard ta use an a certain someone made fun of ye far it most of yer life ye develop the will power ta practice many days on parrying bullets. Yer gun is useless against ma sword." Scotland says with slight pride.
"That's not even your sword-"
"Wheesht!"
"Huh, well, maybe when I take your land I'll keep you alive and you can teach me how to do that." Turkey says.
"If I try ta teach yer dumbass how yer'll stab yerself in the foot an I will nae help." Scotland reply's.
"Hey, you didn't say no." Turkey says with a smug look and shrug of his shoulders.
Scotland glares at Turkey.
"Ahm done with ye."
Scotland lifts his swords and swings it down at Turkey. Turkey dodges it but as Scotland brings down the sword he curves it, now heading for Turkeys legs. Turkey just moves out the way in time to only receive a graze from the sword. Turkey lets out a sharp hiss and soon aims his gun at Scotland once again. Except, he isn't the first one to fire this time. The gunshot echos loudly as Turkeys gun is blown from his hand.
"Argh!" Turkey exclaims and brings his hand to his chest, clinging onto it.
He wasn't injured but his gun is another story. Turkey glares towards England who still points his gun at him.
"Nice move, but not nice enough." Turkey says.
He pulls out another gun the same as before and instantly fires at England.
The bullet hits his left arm.

"SHIT!" He yells and clenches onto his arm.
"Lloegr!" Wales hella and rushes over to him.
"It's always good to carry spares."
Turkey aims for england again but his leg is greeted by a sword.
Turkey bites his lip in attempt not to scream, drawing blood from it. He falls down, not able to deal with the pressure of standing on his injured leg. He looks at Scotland directly in the eyes who darkly stares back at him.
"You bitch." Scotland mutters.
He pushes the sword deeper into Turkeys leg. Turkey hisses in pain but looks up to Scotland.
"You idiot." He says with a smile.
Another gunshot echoes.
Scotland falls back and down on the ground. Catching himself with his hands. He looks at his bleeding leg, as if processing it. He then begins to chuckle which grows into a laugh. Every country looks at him in concern and fear except England. England has seen this little act enough to know but even then he can't deny its a little chilling.
It's an intimidating method. Scotland continues his partially fake laugh until tears begin to form but that's more so from the bullet wound than the laugh itself.
"Fucking psychopath..." mutters Turkey, who had finished bandaging his leg with his own shirt fabric.
Scotland slowly stops his laugh and looks towards Turkey.
"What? Ye scared noo?" He says intimidatingly.
Turkey says nothing and reaches for his gun that lays down next to him.