CHAPTER 1: CAPTURED?
The American asshole made his way up, and touched the sleek Eagle 40 that the British wanted so fucking badly! He, gawkily picked up the fine shootery, and decided he'd use the prize possession to wipe out the talented British. What a dumbass! Why didn't he just give up now? There was no way those fuckers could win this battle. The British rules all!
"Fucker, put the gun down!" A Brit yelled, "We want the Eagle, and will not let you have it for any longer. British will rule!"
"Damn," The American said, "Steve, back me up!"
Steve walked up, sided by a British man.
"I am Roy Parkers," The other Brit said.
"You... You captured my friend?" The American asked, "I'll surrender if you give him back! No, I won't. I'll kill you!"
CHAPTER 2: TRUTH
"Don't you dare," Roy said, "This war cannot be won by a filthy American like you. Do you know who Steve is?"
"Yes," The American named Dan said, "He's my best friend."
"No, you whore!" Roy yelled, "He is a British man! He's been masking his accent for years, not even traced by a dumbass like you."
"STEVE?" Dan asked, "Is that true? I won't believe it!"
Steve let his accent out.
"It's true, Dan," Steve replied, "I've learned all the arts Americans do, and I'll tell you what. Americans are dumbasses! They know nothing. British are the best. One day I was betting with Roy that British may not be so great. But he was right. Americans know nothing. Have no talent, either. Give up, Dan. You can't win."
"All that we've put in together, Steve!" Dan cried, "You can't be a Brit! Don't let go of me! Tell me this was a joke. Tell me they've just held you captive."
"I can tell you it," Steve said, "But it won't be true, my fake fine friend!"
CHAPTER 3: DECISION
"Take him back to the cellar," Roy said to the other British man, "We'll choose what to do with him when we get there. I'll take the Eagle, you get Dan to the cellar, hut!"
"Sir, yes, sir." The other British man said.
Dan was pushed in to the cellar and the British man took him there. Steve guided Dan there, too. Meanwhile, Commander Roy touched the Eagle now, without a clumsy movement. He smiled, touching this weapon. After years and years of research on Americans, Roy and his troops had finally put hands on it! This was an accomplishment for the British troops.
Roy walked to the cellar with the Eagle in his hand.
"Shit..." Dan sighed, "The British have it now."
"That's right, asshole," Roy said, "Now we must decide what to do with a slobby American like you."
"Roy, you give yourself a break," Steve said, "I will handle the decision making. Watch me do it right, sir."
"Come on, Steve!" Dan exclaimed, "We've been buddies for a long time. Just because your British doesn't mean you can't give perks to an American friend!"
"Not in your life," Steve said, "I'm following my boss' orders. I will let you decide your punishment, though."
"Really?" Dan smiled.
"Yes." Steve said.
"FUCK!" Roy yelled, "Steve! What are you doing? He's an American! Are you fucking stupid or something, Steve?"
"No, sir," Steve said, "Trust me, it's a choice of a ninny's sake. Either way, he'll be penalized with death. I promise, sir!"
"Alright, I trust you as my general, Steve," Roy sighed, "But I'm watching you! One slick movement and I turn this Eagle against you and shoot the guts out of you worse than the Americans will suffer! Got that, Steve?"
"Yes, I got it, sir." Steve said, "Little American man! Here are your options. You must pick from the two, or my boss will kill you on the spot."
"Crap..." Dan sighed, "I hope these aren't too crazy... Go on, Steve."
"You will either fight with the British team or we shall hold you captive and you will surrender the entire American team and all your weapons," Steve said, "But don't think fighting for the British will save your life. I will give you one extra week to live. If you try to escape if you fight for our team, then I will blow a bomb on the country of America!"
"Steve, I never knew you were such a motherfucker." Dan said.
"I am?" Steve asked, "That's some talk from an ass like you. We are ruling you right now."
"I... I shall fight for the British," Dan said, "I want to at least say goodbye to my wife if I will be dead soon."
"Smart choice, Dan," Steve smiled, "Roy, you heard it?"
"Ah..." Roy smiled, "The help of a dumbass American!"
TO BE CONTINUED :) I know it's genius
