EnglandxReader X-box Live part1

     England sighed. America had won a bet, so now England had to play Halo Reach and some other various games on X-box Live. America made him start off with Halo Reach. America wanted to see him be humiliated for being a noob. Meanwhile, you were about to turn on Halo Reach. You played ALL the time! You only ever played as an elite though, because aliens are awesome!
     You wanted to level up some more, so that you had more than the flaming helmet to show off your stuff. Your favorite weapons, were the Energy sword, the rocket launcher, the fuel-rod gun, and a few other pyrotechnical weapons(plasma grenades and other explosive stuff). You entered *the matchmaking lobby. You got a person with the file name Arthur111, on your team. "Not a very inspired file name." you thought, noticing he had not yet earned any ranks. The person had a mic in, but wasn't talking with the jumble of trolls on the rest of the team.
     England looked at the rest of his team. "Lets see who I got. . . Fat123moose, cheesyturds143, 1egacy0fth3gr3at, 101master, *THECHOSENONE, trollfac3, and allforanime24(insert your file name here)." You got the elite team first. "O.K., Fat-Moose, go get that gun. cheeseyturds, go get that-" one of the voices began to take control of everyone. You were annoyed because it wasn't just a command, this guy was forcing you to do it or h would kill you so your team would lose points. "HEY! trollface, SHUT THE F**K UP!!!" you shouted, loosing your temper.
     There was a silence. "Thank god, I thought he'd never shut up!" England said. It was the first time he had ever spoken that game. "Hey, noob! Shut up or I gonna' hack you!" trollface said, using the common gaming threat. "Yeah right, as if you actually can. Your obviously just talking so big because your weenie is so small. " you said, trying to sound like a smart-alec. "What he said." added England.
     "Actually, it's "she"" you said more quietly. This mistake came up so often it almost seemed pointless to say so. "Oh what!?! Your a chick!? Well screw this, I'm not playing with some girl!", trollface stated before leaving. "Thank god he's gone!" England said. You just realized an enemy on your radar. You spun around and shot him with your fuel-rod gun.
     "WHOA!!" England wasn't paying attention. While you were getting rid of trollfac3, the other team had made it to the last capture point(your playing on spire so it was on the VERY top of the tower). You got to the top of the tower, you had noticed an enemy piloting a falcon flying past you, about a quarter down the tower. You pulled out your energy sword and jumped. You somehow managed to land on the top of the enemy falcon. You hijacked it and landed so the enemies would get out of the rest of the vehicle.
     They got out, then you promptly pulled the falcon back up and let it go back down on top of them, so that they were squished. England was amazed by the female player with the flaming helmet. The enemy team barely lost. After that the enemy team left the game so the game was dropped before you could play as the spartans. "Well that's just crap!" you said as the game ended. "That Arthur111 guy wasn't half bad" you thought to yourself as you sent him a party/game invite.
     "Hmm, whats this?" he questioned as he pressed "accept". "Hello, want to join a custom games match?" you questioned, as soon as he joined. "Um, sure." he said, slightly confused. "Your new to X-box live, aren't you?", you said with a slight giggle. "Y-yeah, but anyway, sorry about the "he/she" confusion earlier.", he said, as you selected a map. "It's okay, it happens all of the time." you said, now setting the game mode.
     "GAME, START." the game narrated. "What exactly do we do in this?" England asked. "We basically just get into our vehicle of choice, and try to push each-other's vehicles into that big fiery ball in the center." As soon as the match started, you both got into warthogs. You immediately pushed him off of the platform. Once the next round began he managed to push you into the death-ball after a bit off pushing and shoving.
     And after a few rounds of going back-and-forth like this you managed to tie. "Good game!" you said, surprised he almost beat you at your best game. "You too." he said, amazed he even tied with you. "Well, GTG" you said. "What?" England said, not used to gaming language. "It means "Got-To-Go"" you said, almost laughing at his lack of gaming knowledge.
     You sent him a friend request and left with a simple "Bye." England's heart was pounding, but he wasn't sure why. He was also blushing a bit. America, who was stalking him while he played, began to annoy him with stuff like "YOU LIKE HER!", over and over again. England sighed, hoping you'd be back online again tomorrow.

____________To Be Continued__________________