Hello, everyone! This was written for the LiveJournal community HetaChallenge monthly challenge theme. Since this is a companion fic to Just a Voice in the Rain, I decided to go for a T rate, since I have a colorful vocabulary. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy!


Title: His Tears Mingled with the Rain
Characters: America, Engaland/Britain, mentions of France
Challenge: Prompt: Freedom
Bonus Words: hope, future, depart
Word Count: 298

Rating: T
Summary: America's memory about his independence isn't so great.
A/N / Warnings: Spoilers from America's cleaning of the storage. A companion to Just a Voice in the Rain.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the characters. I just play Barbies with the countries!

America gazed at Lady Liberty with dancing eyes. How long had it been since he felt so free? Two centuries? Two and a half? And to top it off, France gave him the statue as a gift. America knew France did that to piss off Britain over the loss of his colony. But France and Britain had always tried to punch each other in the balls, so it really didn't make a difference, and America had learnt that when France visited, and when he offered the rebellious growing nation help to fight against his 'older brother'.

America never lost hope, and even though the revolution risked so many lives, especially those that had the courage to sign the DoI, his future brightened when the Treaty of Paris of 1783 was signed and sealed. Now, he had tastier food (which was a thousand times better than Britain's idea of food!), and do whatever the hell he wanted as long as justice and equality were present in his country.

However, he couldn't help but remember Britain's face when he told him he was independent while they fought in the rain. Britain looked so hurt, but America hadn't cared and wanted to show the bastard who was boss and who would get to keep the colonies. America would not cede just because Britain became angry. However, instead of shooting him, he just cried, and it made America wonder what had happened to his magnificent older brother, the one that had taught him so much and raised him to believe in etiquette and all that fancy crap.

I remember when you were great, he had said as his older brother shed the tears that admitted his defeat and his definite departure.

America shrugged it off. "Burgers beat fish and chips any day."


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