Meeting the 4th Player(Chapter 1)

Chapter 1: Meeting the British Empire


Kanada glared at the group but then spotted Britain walking out of the gate and closing it, but still didn't lower his gun. He stood in the middle of the clear yard, in front of the large mansion Britain owned.
"It seems the angry protective little sparrow has arrived. Matthew, I'd like you to meet--"
"The 1p's. I met the other you remember. It's either he's with a group of 3p's or with other 1p's. And since the short blonde over there has a gun with him and the red headed one is smoking. I'll guess that they are a group of 1p's." Kanada stated, lowering his gun and raised a hand to his mouth with a whistle in hand. He blew twice on the whistle and all the polar bears dispersed. All except for the largest one that sat next next to Kanada and the canadian pet him on the head.
"Wait, which country are you?" America asked, looking at the polar bear who growled lowly at him and then at the canadian who was glaring at him but softened when he saw America's face.
"I'm the British Colony of Kanada. And there is no longer any countries here. Only empires and colonies. And don't look down on me because I still wave my flag ,as well as the british flag, in pride and glory." Kanada stated looking down at his polar bear and whispering in a low voice. "Cumajiro, down boy. It's fine. He doesn't know better. If it was anybody else I would have sent you after them. But he's his other." Kanada was wearing his signiture red trimmed black unlatched jacket that had black fluff on the rim of the hood, black baggy jeans that had fake rips in it that had red cloth under the rips covering the canadian's skin, underneath his jacket he wore a red and black plaid shirt that had a black maple leaf where the canadian's heart was, black combat boots, black gloves, black squared glasses that had a gray tint to them and had his hair tied back into a ponytail.
Cumajiro just nodded and laid back down on the ground. The large white polar bear had a large dark scar on his left side as well as one on his right eye. "Understood. But if he disrespects you again. I'm chewing his head off." Cumajiro looked at the group and noticed Canada and nodded over at  him. "Hey, isn't that you."
"I wouldn't stop you.Wait... What?" Kanada looked at Canada and stepped closer to him. "Hey. What country are you?" Kanada stated when he was right in front of the shorter.
"C-Canada." Canada stuttered and tried to back away from Kanada, but the other grabbed onto his arm and looked at him right in the eye. "U-Um, please let me go." Canada whispered and Kanada let him go.
"If I were you. And I am you. I'd speak up and speak for myself. You won't get anywhere being that silent and awkward." Kanada stated glaring at him in the eye.
"Kanada."
Kanada walked back over to Cumajiro and Britain, who had walked over to pet the large polar bear. "Yes, Britain?"
"We should bring everyone in side." Kanada just nodded his response. "Now, If you would all follow me. I will bring you to the house." Britain stated standing up straight and motioning toward the house. He stopped and turned around a smile on his face. "And if you stray from the path I will personally shoot you down."
Everyone followed after the two men and the polar bear as they started to walk through the straight path leading to the manor. The large estate was surrounded by a sea of colorful flowers and had trees in a large grass area. There was two paths leading around the house presumably to the back of the estate or to side entrances. The whole house had rose bushes surrounding it, with other colourful flowers in the flower beds. The sky was a redish purple color as the sun was starting to set.
"Ne, so-a when do we get to meet the other us?" Italy asked jumping up and down, holding onto Germany's arm.
"Italy, be patient." Germany stated looking down at the other.
"Oh it is quite fine." Britain stated. "You'll get to meet your counterparts in due time. But as you can see, in this world it is nearing after hours. You all are welcomed to join us for dinner and then sleep in the guest rooms. In the morning you are welcome to explore our wor-"
A gunshot rang though the yard and Scotland fell to his knees clutching his head. "Cuntybuggeryfucktoleybumshite! What was that?!?!"
Britain's head had snapped toward the roof of his manor. Everybody looked at where Britain was looking and stared. A red-head slid off the roof and landed on his feet in front of Britain with a crazed grin. The man wore a gray hoodie, dark purple sunglasses, blue jeans that had rips like Kanada's but inside the rips were gray cloth, a plain black shirt under the jacket, black loafers, and had a revolver in his right hand that had a black gloves. The man only had one full arm, the other only being up to his elbow. The sleeve of the left arm was rolled up to the upper mid arm, showing the part where the apendage was cut. The man had a crazed grin on his face as he walked passed the group to the man he had shot.
"Ye, thought I cannae see yah. Aye? Ha. I'm a sniper, Laddie. Been though many a wars to get here. And I don' like little shites like you, paradin' around mah yard." The other stated looking down at Scotland.
"I din' do a thing, yah arse!" Scotland stated releasing his head and standing up.
"Din' do a thing, he says. Aye right. Yah--"
"He's telling the truth, Skottland. He's 1p not 10p." Another stated as everyone stared at the newcomer, who slid down the roof and landed kneeling at Britain. The newcomer was a tall brunette that had a scar on his left eye, and an eye patch over his right eye, a kind knowing smile on his face and his hair tied back into a ponytail much like Kanada. He wore a black sweater vest over a red long sleeve shirt, black slacks and loafers, and black gloves. "Britain, we've awaited your return. Would you like me to take our guest and our brother into the West wing?"
"Yes, and tell Liam to heal our guest hastily." Britain waved to his brother to go over to the two scotsmen. Kanada silently glared at Skottland and then turned away from him to look at Whales. Whales stood up straight and sped walked through the crowd to his brother and his alternate. "Oh and punish, our brother for disobeying my orders."
Whales froze and everyone watched as he slowly pulled out a silver pistol from the back of his pants. "Forgive me, Allistor." He remained smiling, but his eyes were empty.
"Tis okay. Ye cannae disobey Britain. An I don' expect anythin' less from yah. " Skottland smiled at his brother as the pistol was aimed at his forehead.
"One less distorted song the songbird sings." Whales stated lowly.
"And one less thorn in the wing to fly away from thy nest of blood red Roses."  Skottland responded back, frowning as he was shot straight through the back of the head. Many nations stared and some gasped as the scotsman fell forward. Whales's eyes widen a fraction at the canadian that shot the scotsman, but then caught the man that was shot.
"Thy nest of thorns is guarded by the angry sparrow that watches the bloodied sky, land and sea; following the songbird's songs of anger and angiush." Kanada growled, glaring at the two.
America looked at Kanada, "Why did you do that?!"
"He disobeyed an order. In this world, you listen to the leader or get punished. Getting shot by me is better than him getting shot by his brother. I wouldn't have shot my brother, even if I was ordered to. And I would not have it if someone else shot theirs." Kanada stated lowly, looking at the american.  
"My brother knew the consequences of his actions. He does this every bloody time. Each time he learns to listen to my orders." Britain deadpanned as Whales dragged Skottland to the right entrance with Scotland following him. "Now, if you would follow me." Britain walked up the steps to the double doors of the large house, with a smile.
The group walked into the livingroom, just as a crash was heard from up stairs.
"Amerika!" Britain yelled and ran up the stairs to the second floor.
"What's going on?" England asked out of curiosity.
"My brother." Kanada stated motioning everyone inside and closing the door after Cumajiro crawled in the doors. Kanada took the nations into the parlor and lit the fire place as the nations settled themselves in the room.
"So how did you join the British empire anyway?" England finally asked after the moment of silence. "Last time I was here you were one of the last countries."
Kanada sat in a recliner next to the fireplace with Cumajiro laying near his feet and the fire. "It's been centuries since you've been here. A lot has changed, I did what I had to help my Amerika. My Al has always been sick. I think it's because of the Devil's War. He just..." Kanada paused and took in unsteady breath. "He just fell apart. I tried to help, back when I was my own independant country. So when Britain asked me to I joined him as a colony, I decined the first time. But the pressure it took trying to support myself and Al was overwelming." He covered his face in disdaught at the memory. "We were almost invaded by Russia of the German empire from the west. When I heard of the plans from one of my spies, I panicked. Mexiko, Amerika, and I were the last countries to exsist. Mexiko helped me take care of Al, but when we heard the threat of an attack we resorted to looking for help."
"Wait. Russia is part of the German empire?" Prussia asked looking at the smiling silverette.
"Yes. I don't know how it happened. You might want to ask Gilbert or Ivan about that. If Ivan even chooses to talk." Kanada sat back in his chair and continued his explanation. "With the threat over our heads, I asked Britain to save my brother and my friend. I told him that if he saved them then he wouldn't have to support my country at all. As long as he kept them save from harm and never allowed them to get hurt, I would be fine." Kanada closed his eyes and took a long shuddered breath. "He just smiled and said. 'I will. Only if you become part of my empire and listen to every order or demand I make. No matter how viscious or cruel, make sure any order I make is obeyed. Even if you have to put your life on the line. Do that and I will keep them from harm. That I promise.' And I have since the day I've signed that contract. He's kept his part of the deal and I've kept mine. I will follow him until he breaks the contract or I die." Kanada glared at the flames in the fireplace, purple eyes reflected the crackling fire. "Mexiko and Al don't know about our contract and I want to keep it that way. So if any of you tell them, I will gut you alive and feed your remains to my polar bears."
"Calm.." Cumajiro looked at his master and the canadian calmed down.
"I know. Just got a bit frazzed okay. I'm not going dark." Kanada sighed and closed his eyes again.
"Best not turn dark, or I'd have to smack you on the back of the head,  Amigo." A small laugh was heard from one of the other doors leading into the hall way. In the doorway was a short brown haired, green eyed girl who wore a short black and red gothic dress that reached mid-thigh and puffed out, black fishnet stockings, a black pouch strapped to her left mid-thigh, black boots that covered her ankles, a fingerless black glove on her right hand, and a red glove that reached to her mid-bicep that only had holes for her pinkie, thumb and middle finger. She had her long brown hair tied and over her right shoulder, a red head band on her head that had a little skull on the left side and black ribbons on both sides of the band. "Whales told me that we had guests. So I brought snacks and drinks." She motioned to the cart in front of her, that was filled with sweets and drinks.
"I see." Kanada faced the fine and closed his eyes.
"Mexico?" Spain looked at the alternate version of his daughter and ran over and hugged her. "How are you, Hija?"
"I've been good." Mexiko smiled as she leaned down. She opened the pouch on her thigh and took out a dagger. "Who are you and what have you done with mi padre?" Holding the dagger to the back of Spain's neck.
"1p." Kanada deadpanned, not even opening his eyes to watch the girl hug the alternate version of her father crying a little.
"So....what's my other like?" America asked looking at the canadian, trying to change the subject.
"You'll have to see for yourself. You'll meet him some time if you stay in this house, maybe." Kanada stated opening his eyes and staring into the passionate pools of blue.
"What do you mean? I still exist in this world, right?" America asked frantically.
"Yes....But...barely." A soft low voice stated from the doorway leading to the foyer, some nations almost missed what the man stated because his voice was so soft.
Everyone turned around and saw the blonde blue eyed nation and gasped. He wore a plain white shirt and light blue pajama pants. His skin was paler than his counterpart and his blue eyes were light and duller as well. He walked into the room slowly and sat down on one of the unoccupied couches, he pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged one of the couch pillows. He looked at everyone and smiled a kind weak smile. "It's nice to see everyone agai- ack!" The american broke into a fit of coughs and Kanada ran to his side while Mexiko fixed a glass of water for him. "Ha...Ha.....I'm sorry. I'm kind o-of not feeling good. But I'm still g-glad that you all are h-here." Amerika stated between labored breaths as Kanada pat his back softly.
"-rika?! ALFRED?!" Britain ran into the room, slamming the door into the wall. He saw Amerika and frantically ran to the american's side. Kneeling on the couch, he patting the american's blonde hair, ignoring everyone else in the room. "Don't you ever scare me like that again. I thought that someone had captured you again. I would have never forgave myself if something happened to you." He hugged the american to his chest, closed his eyes, and steadied his breathing. Britain sighed and then sat back letting go of the american's head. "It's okay because your safe and sound." He brushed Amerika's bangs out of his face and smiled. "You'll always be safe as long as your here."  
"Hey, Al. How are you feeling?" Kanada took off his sunglasses and held onto his brother's hand.
Amerika smiled a small smile. "I'm..fine..." He still looked sickly, there was bags under his eyes and his voice sounded hoarse from the coughing.
Everyone stared at the american as if he was to die in a few moments, in pity and sadness.
"Alfred. How about I take you back to your room and then you can take a nap?" Britain asked still kneeling. "Does that sound good?"
Amerika shook his head. "I told you, I'm fine. I can stay down here f-for a bit longer." He sat back and hugged his right leg, leaning his head on his knee. His breathing was labored, but he kept a small smile on his face.
"What happened to you? How could war make you that sick?" America mumbled, but Kanada heard him.
Kanada sat back down in his recliner. "My brother has been fighting to survive since the Devil's War. His land was plagued by disease and poverty. He hasn't been getting better, his condition is getting worse actually. He used to wake up in the middle of the night and screaming his head off, but lately even his voice is failing. So he has to push something of the counter or throw something against the wall to get anyone's attention. Not to mention there is still some radiation from the war. And Britain's tried to help by colonizing Al again. But-"
"But ever since I ended the war, every other empire wants me dead. So they send suicide bombers, diseases, and other things to kill any and everyone who lives in my land. " Amerika ended Kanada's sentence and Mexiko gave him a glass of water. "Thank you." Mexiko nodded back to him but stayed silent. "Any country that survived the war all hate me because I started the war and cruelly ended it. Yes, I regret it. All of our economies are horrible because of it and I'm dying. I've destroyed, what I tried to save. Burned and killed countries. Killed millions of people. Most of them my own. Yes, I regret it. Do I think they have good reasons to kill me? Yes. Do I still want to save them? Yes? Can I? No." Everyone looked at Amerika in shock.
"What happened in that war?!" America screamed and stood up.
Kanada pet Cumajiro on the head, changing the subject suddenly to ignore America's question. "We've tried to stop the attacks by setting up a safe place where Al could live back in the states. But people still try to sneak in and kill him."
"Your ignoring my question!" America glared at the canadian.
"So I had brought him here." Britain sat down on the couch next to England, passing the other a cup of tea as well holding one for himself. America glared at the two who were ignoring him and sat back down.
"And where exactly is here?" Denmark asked looking around the room.
"In my house, in London." Britain replied, looking at the flowers outside the window. "Before I went to your meeting room, I was actually in Amerika's favorite house in Virginia. His land is so bleak and barren now. I had rebuilt New York, California, Washington, Florida, and Texas. But still the land is barren...And crime is so common everywhere. But it still is very nice to visit, once in a while." Britain looked at Amerika, and smiled as blue met green.
"Why was your land not affected by the radiation?" Switzerland asked glaring at the blonde empire.
"It was. But over time. The plants and the soil have grown and fertalized." Britain stated sipping at his tea. "The fairies and other mystical creatures have helped substantially."
"But, Angle- 'scuse moi. Britain, you know those things don't ex-" France was cut off by the feeling of tiny hands choking him.
"They don't what, Francis?" Britain stated smiling as the hands tightened. England's eyes widened when he saw fairies choking France but didn't say anything.
"-Ack. Nevermind!" The hands let go of him and he felt something kiss his cheek and pat his head before disappearing.  
Britain looked at the grandfather clock in the room and stood up. "Conner should be done with dinner by now. If you would all follow me to the dining room."
During dinner, they ate in silence. Whales, Scotland and Skottland were present as well, the last two been bandaged and the first not looking up from his plate as he ate. They were also joined by two orangettes.
The taller darker oranged haired one, wore a simple black button-up shirt, black slacks, black loafers, and black gloves. He had a sinthetic right leg and both of his arms were replaced by automail, as well as one of his eyes was hazed over and blind. He set the food infront of everyone and then sat down to enjoy his own meal, secretly glaring at Britain every change he got. The brit not caring one bit that he was glared at.
The younger had freckles scattered on his face. He wore a blue and black plaid shirt under a dark blue hoodie, black jeans, black gloves and black combat boots that had blue laces. He had a large vertical scar from the middle of his right cheek to the bottom of his chin. He had other scars on his neck, one particular was a large horizontal gash, that reached across the front of his neck. He had a fake smile on his face as he ate.
Everybody ate in peace, talking to the people that sat next to them or across from them at the long table. Except Britain, who sat at the end of the rectangular table and hadn't touched a thing on his plate, nor drank any of the water or wine that was put in front of him. Instead, he took pleasure in watching Amerika take small bites of his food and some times even reaching up with a napkin to wipe the other's face.
The two orangettes, Skottland, and Whales watched thier brother in thier own discreet ways. Taking a sip of water to look at the other over the cup. Pretending to look at the guests at the table. Openly looking at him while biting harshly on a piece of roast, the elder orangette had made.
"Britain, why don't you take a bite of food? You haven't touch a thing on your plate. You must be hungry from your trip." Said chef stated putting his utensils down.
"Now, isn't that what you want me to do, Aireland?" Britain folded his hands together over the table and looked at his brother from over his joined hands. "You all would go so low as to poison your own brother to get rid of him." He leaned his cheek on his open palm and circled the wine-glass with a finger from his free hand. "How disappointing." He tipped over the red wine onto the white tablecloth on accident, his eyes widening. "Ack! Whales!"
Whales already ran over and was dabbing the table with a cloth. After the spot was dry, Whales went into the kitchen and put the cloth in the sink.
Everyone stopped conversing when Britain yelled. But turned away when the brit looked up.
When Whales returned he sat back in his seat and sighed to himself.
Britain looked at his brothers and pushed his plate of to the side. "So whose idea was it?" He looked straight at each of his brothers, green met green.
Beside Mexiko and England, Northern Aireland's eyes narrowed slightly in anger and he opened his mouth slightly, but closed his mouth when Whales stood up, eyes widening at the eldest. Mexiko saw that North was going to say something, but leaned over to him and whispered, "Britain has not seen you. Let not Kanada see your anger, North. Lest Whale's sacrifice will not suffice Britain's anger." North's eyes widdened but he nodded.  
"It was me. I was the one who tried to poison you." Whales looked at Skottland and Aireland. "I'm the one who should be punished, not anybody else." He stood straight and looked Britain straight in the eye with confidence, who just stared back boredly.
"You know, I don't take kindly to lying, Red Kite." Britain stated glaring at the welsh man.
"I'm not lying. I was the one who put the cyanide in your wine and your food." Whales took a vile out of his pocket and held it up. "This is all the evidence I need." Whales didn't flinch when he saw the brit stand up and aim his pitol at his face.
Whales closed his eyes calmly and a shot was fired. He opened his eyes when he noticed he didn't feel any pain. He looked up and saw the american standing in front of him and the other one who had pushed Britain's arm. He looked back and saw that the bullet had hit a near by wall.
The two americans looked at each other. And then Britain.