A/n: For my best friend Kylie (aka Miss Jenethia). I love this girl to death, okay? I also had to get revenge on her for drawing a UsUk!Revolutionary War drawing a few weeks back, but since drawing isn't my greatest forte I thought 'Kill her with words!'. Yeah, that's how the saying goes. I'm turning into John Green…

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia UsUk would be canon.

Betrayal. That was the one word that came to my mind. He had left. His damn charisma and will to be independent. It had torn us apart. HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY LITTLE BROTHER, DAMMIT! Brothers fight, sure, but no suitable brothers point guns in each other's faces. He had lied. We were supposed to be one. I was his caretaker. I sought to his every need and made sure he wasn't corrupted by that prat, France who he later brought in to fight with him.

It was common for children to have a rebellious streak, that much I knew. I had to put in regulation after regulation to keep him in line. None of them worked. He only got more and more people of his colony, which is now an independent country, to support him. He had his army of blue soldiers behind him while my flock of red coasted men had deteriorated. Maybe he had a bit of truth to his words when he said I used to be great. What kind of bloody idiot would lose to their child brother? Though, admittedly, he wasn't much of a child anymore. Nor was he my brother. He had gowns away from that.

I remember that night, yes. I doubt I'll ever forget that faithful night where he won. The muzzle of his gun to my forehead. Rain pouring. Mud. Yes, lots of mud. It was too damn pathetic. It seemed like one of those big battle scenes in novels or plays. It really was, for that matter. But the at least the day couldn't have been so dramatic and cliché. And the rain-that damn rain. That just added to the cliché of it all. It was raining then. Both figuratively and literally. And, from the looks of it, it was raining again.