A/N: SO, sorry about my mistakes with the anthem the first time around I posted this ^^ I'm really sorry about that lol I fixed all of it so thank you guys very much for pointing out my mistakes. If I make any more please do let me know I'm open to critiques ^^ hey guys I am back sorry I took so long and not only that but I'm not even writing what I really should be writing T^T but you guys will forgive me just this once right? I hope you like this it's going to be a drabble series so don't be so harsh on me I think it will be better this way. This is a revolutionary war fic.

Summary: His cheeks flushed bright as his hands feverishly pumped the toy into himself. Tears welled in his eyes as his embarrassed voice moaned loudly: "America..." He cursed the multi-colored fireworks that could be seen from across the sea, because after all, today was the fourth of July.

WARNINGS: I don't own characters, rated m, masturbation, yaoi.

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His cheeks flushed bright as his hands feverishly pumped the toy into himself. Tears welled in his eyes as his embarrassed voice moaned loudly

"America..." He cursed the multi-colored fireworks that could be seen from across the sea, because after all, today was the Fourth of July. That damned brats birthday, that self absorbed annoying wanker, his thoughts trailed off topic as his hand gave a sharp thrust the toy pushing its way in and out of England's unprepared entrance. Panting audibly his back arched off his silk sheets, hair clung to his damp forehead as he moaned his throat raw. The firework finale was going off in the background, echoing through england's kitchen and reverberating up the stairs and into his bedroom.

This was all France's fault England decided, if that frog face had never given it to him he wouldn't be in this bloody mess now. The gag gift he received from the blond on his birthday was shut away immediately, swallowed by the darkness under England's bed, until he needed the American boy, which just so happened to be today, England's one day of every year he broke down. Drank more than usual, lazed around more than usual, ignoring a certain blue eyed blond more than usual. Not that any one seemed to notice. They all had their own problems to take care of. His pain was more than any one figured it would be, or possibly even realized it was. His heart ached around Alfred, America, the free country that no longer depended on him.

His last thought did it for him he couldn't hold it in any more, so he sobbed at his thoughts and own pitiful actions as that sinful-not-America-toy penetrated his prostate, bringing the sobbing nation closer, closer to his release. It felt good no he wouldn't deny that, but what hurt the most was that it just wasn't America. And England himself even realized, it never would be.

God saves the queen, no scratch that, an American anthem began blasting its way across the ocean, and to England muddled mind it sounded like god saves the queen. So humming he started doing as perspiration beads rolled down his skin and onto the sheets dampening them. Just as limbo was in reach England's humming ceased and was replaced with his own ear deafening moan, ejaculate ran down England's milky thighs as he sobbed and curled into a ball on his bed. Member quivering as it released, and England felt the pleasure, but soon it was drowned with his own heart ache. And with that self administered orgasm all that came with it was the pain and the loneliness. His ears now aware of the tune his incorrect humming belonged to

My country tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrim's pride!
From every mountain side,
Let freedom ring!

My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love.
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills;
My heart with rapture fills
Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song.
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Our father's God to, Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King!

It echoed and bounced around his head, as he fully absorbed the lyrics, his tears ceased for the moment being. That bloody Wanker! England hissed to himself. How dare that bloody fool steal the tune for God Save the Queen. Pondering to himself England decided that he was to pissed off to let this slide. Never before had he listened so closely to the tune of the American's anthem. England flushed as he looked down at himself, he would shower and then he would immediately confront America about the anthem. He didn't care what day it was any more. If he couldn't have his Alfred back then he was going to end it. Sever all ties off with the blond, by hurting him. He would make sure to end it, so that there was no more pain. Wiping his eyes England stood up, scowling at his soiled sheets and made his way over into the bathroom to wash himself.

A/N: yeah guys these chapters are going to be about this long. That why whenever I am bored I can make drabbles and keep this updated. So tell me what you all think and if I should continue this or not. Reviews are appreciated ^^ Sorry again lol for any mistakes ^^

P.s: yes this is not going to be a pretty fic ^^ it will be filled with angst 8D 'Cause I'm awesome. -Prussia moment- O_O