"They say..."
"England could only stare up at his ceiling. Buried in his covers, he replayed the events of the past few days in his head. Gunshots, yelling, so many screams… and America
"The price of my war is not a price that they are willing to pay. Insane!"
Sitting up in rage, he shouted, "How dare him! Did I not give him everything he needed, tried to raise him to be a perfect gentleman? And he goes and does this!"
"You cheat with the French. Now I am fighting with France and with Spain. I am so blue. I thought that we made an arrangement when you went away. You were mine to subdue"
"And to ally with France of all people! My sworn enemy! I can almost see the smug look on that Frogs face after what occurred at Yorktown. And to think he could get so worked up over a few small tax raises. They weren't THAT bad!"
"When even despite our estrangement, I got a small query for yooouu."
England jumped out of bed, heading for his dresser. Resting on the top was a small photo frame. The picture inside was of himself and America. The latter was still a small child then, looking up at his older brother like he was the most amazing person in the world. England picked up the frame, giving a small smile at the moment in the photo. Quick as it came, the countries gaze hardened. He looked down at the picture in disgust. He began to shake with rage.
"What comes next? You've been freed. Do you know how hard it is to lead? You're on your own Awesome...wow! Do you have a clue what happens now?"
The country looked down at the photo again. America's smiling face was looking up at him, almost gloating, "I'm independent now. I don't need you, stupid eyebrows."
"Oceans rise, Empires fall. It's much harder when it's all your call"
"YOU WANT TO BE YOUR OWN COUNTRY? YOU WANT FREEDOM? FINE, THEN YOU CAN HAVE IT!" Spinning on his heel, England threw the picture frame as hard as he could with a loud scream. The frame hit the wall and shattered into tiny sharp pieces.
"All alone, Cross the sea."
Breathing heavily England dropped to his knees, not caring about the glass cutting into his knees. He picked up the now tattered photograph with his finger tips. A single tear drop fell as he whispered,
"When your people say they hate you, Don't come crawling back to me."
"Da da da da da, Da da dada daye da, Da da da da daye da"
"Stroking the edges of the photograph, more tears began to form in England's eyes. Looking directly at it, he stated to the young American in the photo,
"You're on your own."
Hugging the photo tight to his chest, the country began to sobb.
A/N: So I've been addicted to the Broadway show Hamilton for months now. Look it up, it's amazing. In the song I used in the fic, America has just won the American Revolution and King George is singing to the newly formed country basically saying I'm not helping you when you crash and burn. The entire time I listened to it, I can only imagine England singing it. I can picture him being furious and angry with America, but at the same time his heart is breaking over losing his little brother. It was just too perfect not to write. Please review and tell me what you think!
~Jessica