A/N:

So, here is my one shot that is dedicated to the Fourth of July. It isn't that good, but I'm happy with it. I hope you all like it.

Also, I do not own and of the countries mentioned, nor do I own the charaters.

He could feel it. He could feel the freedom as soon as the first signiture, a signiture written by a young man named John Hancock, was written on hie Declaration of Independence, the thing that made it possiable for the young personification of America, Alfred F. Jones, to break away from his guardian and "older brother", Arthur Kirkland, personification of England.

Alfred was standing behind one of the people in charge of this Declaration, a old fellow named Thomas Jefferson, when he felt this change.

Small tears built up in the corners of his eyes as he softly tapped Jefferson on the shoulder. "Can I step outside for a moment, Sir?" He asked him quietly and politly. Jefferson just nodded his head with a small smile on his lips at the young nation.

With a large grin, on his faceand eyes sparkling, Alfred walked around all of the delagates in the room and walked out of the building.

It was the second of July and his leaders said that the Declaration wouldn't go out into the public until the fourth, which was still two days away. Despite this, he could tell by the way that he was feeling that his people were ready for freedom, ready to break away.

Starting out at a slow jog, Alfred soon began running full speed down the hard, dirt road that lay beneith his feet and down to the riverside, a place that he went when he had things to think about or things that he was upset about were getting to hard and he needed a place to vent his feelings. Once he got there, he stopped and just stood still for a few moments before he started to laugh. And cry. And most importantly, to celebrate.

Days later, he stood in a square in Pennsilvnia with his soperiers as they annonced that they were now part of a free country. The dheering and celebrating didn't stop until late into the night.

This is July 4th, 1776. And as of this day, The United States of America is it's own, free, country.

When word of the rebellion and of the Declaration got to Great Britian, the personification of England was heart broken. His little brother, his little colony, had left him.

Standing behind his king, tears of sorrow began to flow out of his eyes and down his cheeks. He only had to tap onto his king's shoulder to get the nod of his head that he needed to be dismissed and to leave the room.

With a small bow, Arthur turned and walked out of the llarge hall quickly.

As he walked to his own room and entered the room that was in his king's palace that he claimed as his own when he had first gotten a king. England walked in with no clear emotion on his face untill he turned and shut the door behind him. And then the tears came and rolled down his face as a fast pace.

All but running to his bed, he jumped onto it and buried his head deep down into the pillows that were present.

Hours later, when all the tears, all the screams and all the emotions had finally left him, Arthur stood and walked to the mirror that was in his room.

One thought and one thought only went though his mind as he looked into his own blood shot eyes with little to no emotion in them:

Get his Alfred Back.