(You’re America)

You woke up in the middle of a forest clearing, You’re companion eagle, George, perched beside you, batting you with his wing

“Okay, okay, i’m up” you sit up and look around “where are we bud?”

just after you say that you hear horse’s galloping, getting closer and closer. A small boy, Thirteen Colonies, on a brown horse gallops into the clearing, getting backed into a corner by an older man, Great Britain, on a grey horse

“AHA! I’ve got you now Yankee!” Britain says before the smile on his face drops and they both look down at you.

“Who are you!” He asks