Authors note: i fail big time at beginnings so please bear with me... oh and i spelled anything wrong please tell me.

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England woke up with his head pounding. He look at his surroundings. How the bloody hell did i get here? England thought. He was in a type of canyon. The sun was burning down on him. He slowly got up, and brushed dust of his shoulders. Well I'm not going to find out just siting here. He walked off.
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   It was midday and the sun got even more brighter. The air around England became to hot to breath. His mouth going dry, he felt has if his tongue was going to crumple into dust. He had his military jacket slung over his shoulders, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his gloves in his pockets. If i don't find water fast, I might die. He fell on his hands and knees. I've been wondering for hours and not one sign of civilization.
  "Were the bloody hell am I!" He screamed hoping someone or something would hear him. After a couple of minutes of siting there, he gets back up and wipes the sweat off his forehead. He starts to walk again.
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Bang! Bang!
"AH! Help me!" A voice cried out followed by more Bangs.
England looked behind him. Four men on horses came ridding towards him, they were carelessly shooting their guns in the air. Rope was tied to each horses neck, each rope was connected to a young mans limp that they've been dragging around. He jumped out of the way before the men could run over him. He looked at the men ridding off in confusion.
Is that some sort of punishment here? He was just ready to continue walking he hear a familiar 'Yyyeeehhhooo!' coming from where the men from before came from. He heard horse gallops from a distance. He stood still wide eyed as the young man on a horse came passing right behind him.
A-america? England turned back watching the guy on horse back pull out a gun and chase the the men from before. England rubs his eyes then a couple of minutes slaps his face. No it couldn't be America, I'm just hallucinating because I'm thirsty that's all. He goes walking in the direction the men came from.
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After hours of walking he finally came to a little town. Everything looked old fashioned, it looked like one of those cowboy movies. He started to look around. Everybody gave him strange looks. He tried to ignore the looks the towns people were giving him.

"Arther?" A familiar voice said. England turned around to find America in a cowboy outfit getting off a horse.
"Is that really you?" America asked, walking close to England.
"Alfred?" England looked at America puzzled, but was glad to see him. "Where am I?"
"You're at Deadwood. I Haven't seen you in forever. You look horrible." America started to walk forward. "Come with me."
England looked at himself and he did look horrible. He ran following America.
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England was now in a room with a desk in the middle of it. America went to the desk, opened a drawer and pulled out some clothes and handed them to England.
"Here change into this. There's a room over there that you could change into." America pointed to a room on his left. England walked into the room, it was a bedroom. England began to change.
Why is America dressed like that? England looked at the outfit America had given him and sighed What did he me that he didn't see him in ages? England looked down at himself seeing the outfit that America had given him on himself, he was wearing a cowboy outfit. Wait! What time period am I even in? England stood there thinking for a moment. He grabbed his old clothes and went out the door to find America sitting at the desk.
"America What's the year?" England demanded.
"Well it's 1850, England shouldn't you know that?" America said putting England's old clothes in the drawer.
"What no bloody way it can't be the 19th century, it's impossible!" England was shocked.
"Well it is.... Wait I think it is..... Yep it is." America flashed his goofy grin at England.
He had to think about it!!
"So England how've you been? I mean i haven't seen you since the Revolution!" America got up and stood in front of England.
"America, you have to listen to me, lad! I don't belong here!" England grabbed America's shoulders.
"I'm at sea here." America tilted his head.
"Wait what?! look when I went to bed last night it was 21st century, and now it's suddenly 1850!" England shook America.
"I don't believe this bosh." America took England's hands of him.
What the bloody hell is a bosh?
"Look America believe me, i don't belong in this time period." England said with a sigh.
"England you're shootin' your mouth off."
"I don't know what that bloody means! Why don't you believe me?" England asked.
"It's impossible! I thought thoroughbreds like you didn't lie!"
"America! Yesterday I saw you, you were eating McDonald's like there was no tomorrow, freaking out over some lame, not so scary movie you saw the other night!"
"What's McDonald's?"
"Did you just seriously say that?!" England was shocked that he heard America say that.
Bang! bang!
shots were heard in the following distance.
"What was that?" America ran out the door to see what it was. England went and followed him. Outside men and women were screaming coming out of the tavern. England lost sight of America through the crowed. England heard more shots coming from the tavern. He ran towards it and opened the door. He saw America holding a old pistol in front of two men. the looked like the one's from before.
"Lookie here, see i told you if we made a lot of ruckus the Sheriff would come out." one of the men said, he was tall and mean looking, he had dark black hair and chocolate brown eyes.
"You didn't tell me anything it was my idea!" The second man yelled at the taller man, the second one was short and he looked young and looked like the taller one.
They pointed their guns at America and England.
"Get down!" America yelled pushing England, and himself, out of the way as the two men pulled the trigger.
"Damn it!" The taller man pointed the gun at America's forehead. "I wont miss this time." America jumped out the way as the taller man pulled the trigger.
America grabbed a table and flipped it over as a cover. England ran over to America dodging a bullet the younger man shot at him.
"Here take this and shot them!" America handed England a gun. England took the gun and flinching when a bullet hit the table.
"Come on, don't hide that'll just ruin the fun!" The taller man laughed. America pried over the table and shot his pistol at the taller man. The taller man countered it with one of his bullets. The younger man been shooting aimlessly at the table.
England moved a little to the side of the table to be able to see. The younger man saw England's face and aim towards it, his gun making a clicking noise.
Perfect.
The younger man was out of bullets. England aimed his pistol in the middle of the younger mans forehead and pulled the trigger. The younger man fell down instantly. The taller man watched wide eyed as the younger man fell down. America took this moment to pull the trigger on the taller man. The taller man took the shot not even knowing what hit him.
"Well my work is down." America stood up and brushed off imaginary dust off his pants and shoulders.
"Who were those guys?" England got up and handed the pistol back to America.
America took it back and putted it in a holster. "They were part of some bandit group, i killed the leader just a couple of minutes before i saw you in town." America walked out of the tavern, England fallowed. "They been harassing the townsfolk for many years and I came down here to try to clear them up, i thought it was going to be easy, but there's way to many of them so I've been down here longer than i planed."
"And so they made you Sheriff and now you're like a hero." England moved out of the way as two children ran past them.
"Yeah i guess you can say that." America walked in front of the building they were in before.
"Typical." England muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" America asked walking in the door.
"Nothing." England gave America a fake smile.
"Oh by the way you could use that room to sleep in no one's using it, this place is just my office i don't live here." America pointed to the room on his left.
"Oh thanks." England said watching as America left. England walked in the bedroom and went to sleep.
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ok this is really the end