A/N: Well, this is based off a rp with a friedn though the beginign I did all my own so enjoy! Whhop! On a roll three fics in two days!

Prologue:
America stood there looking at England, his eyes hard, yet soft with pity for what he was about to say to his once older brother. The rain made him wet, and everything seemed to stick to his body, he waited for a moment before he spoke. When he did speak, his voice was hard, showing he wouldn't back down from this decision.
"Hey Britain, I chose freedom. From this moment on, I'm no longer a kid, nor your little brother. Form this day on, consider me independent from you!" America stood there, just looking at his once older brother, trying to remember this moment. The other nation shook, and rushed towards Alfred, his gun pointed to shoot him. "Aaah!" America gasped slightly taking a small step backwards as the musket pointed directly in his face. The gun shook, and the young man's heart sped up sending adrenaline through his body as his own soldiers poised their guns, ready to defend their leader.
"I won't allow it!" Arthur shouted, pushing the gun into Alfred's chest. The young nation stood there, looking at the gun that he was sure would end his life. Britain shoved the gun into the others chest, causing Alfred to stumble slightly." Go on, tell me this is all a joke, and we can go home." America stared at the Britain, who had lowered his gun at this point. America's eyes hardened, showing he wouldn't back down, and it wasn't a joke. Once Arthur, realized that Alfred, for once, was serious, he raised the gun again. With shaky hands he pointed the gun at Alfred, his fingers rested nervously on the trigger. America looked up at Arthur a moment, not believing he was actually going to shoot him. When the gun didn't lower, America's blue eyes drifted down to the gun. He looked into the barrel of the musket he was sure would end his life. Suddenly, America's whole life up until that moment, flashed through his mind, sending images before him. He tried to remember every single moment; for surely this would be the day that America would die...