American Heart
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
Well I'm finally doing an US/UK or UK/US depending on the chapter. However it's a Fem!America. I'm not going to jump around too much since I want to explore and use my creativity to write how America would react to certain historical events like the Revolutionary War, Civil War, WW1, WW2, the Cold War, and all the other well known events. There might be romance between America and England but it won't be for a while. As for those who are reading the Historian pieces don't worry I am working on them still but I would like to work on something different for a while if you know what I mean.
So enjoy!
Chapter One: Becoming Independent
April 1775
"We can't keep letting them do this to us!"
"It's treason!"
America quietly listened to the Congress argue amongst each other. She ran a hand through her shoulder length wheat colored hair while closing her sky blue eyes in irritation in hopes to prevent the oncoming headache to stop from forming. However, since majority of the people were calling for succession from Great Britain while others wanted to try to patch things up between the colonies and the mother land, her headache kept building.
To say America had conflicted feelings was saying that the sky wasn't blue.
"What do you think America?"
America opened her eyes seeing George Washington looking at her with curiosity along with several other Congressmen that have gotten tired of the constant arguing. Closing her eyes she listened. There were many people that she couldn't yet hear or feel but there was a message loud and clear. People wanted freedom from Great Britain and they wanted it now.
Opening her eyes for a second time America faintly noticed that the rest of the men were looking at their young nation expectedly "They like the idea of freedom. They don't want to be under the rule of a man who's on the other side of the world."
"Well then gentlemen, I believe you have your answer." Washington said.
"There were people in Parliament that had your support but after this I'm afraid that they will no longer support you America."
America still felt a chill going down her spine when Britain's voice whispered through her mind.
*Six and a half years later…
It wasn't the smell of gun smoke and the sound of her men screaming as they died that scared America the most during this last deciding battle. It was the fine mist of blood that would coat itself inside her nose forcing her to smell a surprisingly sweet smell of what was supposed to smell like copper. Not that she was the only one suffering, her people, the very humans that want freedom just as much as she did was dying left and right as she struggled against the Empire that she once fondly called her big brother.
America couldn't imagine how Britain reacted once he read the letter that was sent to basically say that she rejected the king and is becoming her own nation. The nation that's was once her big brother had a nasty temper though she only heard about it from France and Spain since Britain treated her and her twin Canada with nothing but kid gloved and kind words. However, after this was said and done with and America was her own country she feared that Britain would treat her with the same content that he would treat France or Spain when the two nations came to visit.
"America!" his voice carried across the battlefield like a crack of thunder that was rumbling across the sky. Turning around she saw Britain standing in the middle of the field holding a musket in his hands loosely while the people fought around him. Taking a breath America jumped over a fence and walked towards the older nation stopping several feet away holding her own musket.
"Britain." America acknowledges holding her musket tensely in her own hands.
Britain sighed heavily "Is it worth it?"
"I stand for what the people who call themselves American stand for and if they want freedom who am I to deny what they want?" America responded "Their happiness is worth the world to me."
Britain stared at America with an unreadable expression to the outside world, but America knew that he didn't like that answer. She found herself not carrying what he was thought was right and wrong. She had a country to look after. "It's over Britain; your people are surrendering as we speak." The Red Coats around them were either holding their hands up in defeat or retreating.
There, Britain clenched his musket tighter green eyes bright with anger. America was pushing his buttons and she knew it, but both nations need this to be pushed over the edge and realize that it's time to let go and start a new chapter on their lives.
"You bloody fool!" Britain yelled charging at America who didn't expect him to do such a thing. Raising her own gun America caught the bayonet from the other weapon the force of the attack loosening her grip and sending the weapon flying. She stared at her former big brother in shock while Britain breathed in deeply before yelling "You're just a child America! How can you even know what's it like out there in the unforgiving world?"
"How can I know if I'm ready or not if I don't try?" America retorted "I can be your little sister forever Britain. I need to be my own nation if I want to succeed in my dream."
"You don't mean that."
"I do mean what I said Britain and there's nothing you can do about it." America said.
The next thing America knew Britain was on his knees crying. It was a shock to her because she only knew him as the Great Britain who sailed the seas going on adventures and looked after her and her twin. "Oh Britain." America whispered her voice drowned by the rain and the thunder. She never expected to see him in this kind of situation, but she couldn't take everything back she had made her choice and will reap what she sowed even if it left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Turning around America slowly walked back to her soldiers one handed her a pole with a red and white striped flag with a section in blue with thirteen white stars in a circle, tattered, bloody and dirty but still whole and still represented who she was.
She was a free nation.
*America was her own country.
*Starting from the Battle of Lexington and the Battle of Concord in 1775 to the Treaty of Paris in 1783, the American Revolution lasted eight years. However, the British military campaigns effectively ended with the surrender at Yorktown on October 19, 1781, the actual war lasted around six and a half years so it makes sense to do this time skip.
*I was planning on writing a part where the Treaty of Paris was being signed but going through it I think it's a good place to stop.