Breaking Away-CountryHumans United Kingdom

Surrender

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As per usual.
It's just this time I have nothing to say before the chapter starts so now it's just this.

Argentina's POV

I make sure Turkey is okay. He fell from quite high up and I wouldn't be surprised if he fractured something but, fortunately, that seems to not be the case, he's just going to be in a lot of pain for the most part.
"That... little bitch." He mutters as I help him stand up.
"Maybe you should think more about tactic than just attacking at any given chance." I mumble.
"Hey! You just got here. You can't say I'm fighting wrong when you've been here for only a small amount of time in which the fights have actually been going on." Turkey angrily yells.
"Just saying." I say, and put up my hands defensively.
Turkey just rolls his eyes at me.
"Should of made the other one sign a contract as well." Turkey mumbles as he dusts himself down. "Excuse maker 'oh, I can't fight because then it'll be obvious somethings happening,' 'oh, I can't fight because I've got this problem in my country.' Yeah right." He says in a mocking tone.
"Maybe I just shouldn't of signed the contract and never bothered to show up if you're just gonna be unappreciative about it." I mumble in response.
"Oh, shut up and let's just get on with this. It should be easy now." Turkey says as he picks up a gun off the floor that wasn't too far away from him that I assume he had previously dropped.
"Yeah..." I mutter and pull my sword out it's sheath.
"Hm, if you're using a sword, take on the blue one that almost kissed you but ended up practically breaking your nose."
"There's only one blue country over there. You didn't need to add that on." I say annoyed.
Turkey shrugs.
"I felt like it was needed." He says with a smug smile.
I curse him under my breath before turning to the four enemy countries. They're preparing their weapons like we had just done.
Here we go.

No Ones POV

Scotland had got his sword back and was leaning on it as he waited. England had just finished reloading his gun which he had reunited himself with when a gunshot echoed through the air to be greeted by a short scream of pain.
"My wing! My wing!" Wales shouts in pain.
She kneels down on the ground and brings her wing round to look at the hole in it.
"No..." She cries.
England and Northern Ireland instantly go to retaliate against Turkey who had fired his gun and shot Wales's wing in revenge for her dropping him. Scotland would love to join the two in attacking Turkey for that but he is pretty much the second medic on this 'battlefield' and so goes to help Wales. He takes off his normal hoodie to use his shirt in the case of having no bandages. Wales looks away as Scotland very swiftly takes off his shirt to put his hoodie back on in almost world record speed.
"You could of just used the hoodie." Wales says to Scotland.
"I ken, but I like it too much." Scotland says with a slight shrug and goes to use the shirt as a bandage for Wales's wing.
Before he can, he's tackled to the side with a sword pushed against his throat.
"Yr Alban!" Wales shouts as she goes to help.
"If you come near me and interfere I will slit his throat." Argentina says harshly and Wales stops in her tracks.
"Move back." Argentina says.
He looks behind him towards Wales who seems quite distraught in the situation.

Wales doesn't move an inch. Argentina responds by pushing the sword harder against Scotland's throat. Scotland takes in a sharp breath at the pressure but it doesn't draw blood. Wales instantly moves back and away from the two.
"Stay away and he lives for now." Argentina says to Wales before turning back to Scotland.
"You're going to be stuck here for a while, so let's have some fun."
Argentina raises his fist and punches Scotland in the nose. Scotland clenches his fists hard in pain.
"Not nice, is it?" Argentina says spitefully. "You hit me once, I'll hit you twice."
Argentina raises his fist again. Scotland prepares for the impact and calmly takes in a breath just as Argentina brings his fist down hitting Scotland in the nose again. Scotland clenches his fists harder and his nails dig into his skin, but it just seems to soothe the pain he feels at his nose.
"Hm, quiet one, aren't you?" Argentina says, feeling though his revenge wasn't satisfied with this almost blank reaction. Although he can clearly see the blood coming from Scotland's nose, he wanted a good reaction from it.
"Can nae exactly speak well with a sword against ma throat, can I?" Scotland struggles to say but manages to get the words out.
"Don't be smart with me—"
"Oh, ye sound like every single parent ever, and Ahm meant tae be older than you." Scotland mocks, realising it actually isn't that hard to speak.
"At least I can speak in proper English. I can barely understand you." Argentina says in annoyance.
Scotland stares hardly at Argentina. Argentina can't deny this look makes him feel uncomfortable.
"You've done it noo." Scotland whispers coldly.
Scotland brings his hands up and grabs Argentina's sword and pushes it away from his neck. The blade digs into his hands but it doesn't feel like too much added pain as the blade sits where Scotland already dug his nails into.
Argentina is understandably surprised and it takes a toll in him being pushed far back at this sudden retaliation from Scotland. Scotland continues to overpower Argentina and slowly pushes him back, Argentina being super confused on how that is possible. He soon finds himself in the exact position he just had Scotland.
"How the tables have turned." Scotland says. "Yer going tae be here far a while, so lets 'ave some fun."