A/N: Hello, all! Dietcokemaniac has come back with a couple of new stories! This one is about America and England basically reminiscing about what was their relationship. It is set during the revolutionary war. ENJOY! Hetalia is so cool…OK, I'm done now. Seriously. Right now.

Big Brother!

America loved how his big brothers' baritone voice lulled him to sleep. Curled up in his elder's lap, America knew that he would fall asleep to the sound of the tales of Peter Pan tonight. The crickets outside formed a choir amongst the twinkling lights of fireflies. It was like a salute to the summer skies above.

Inside their grand home of marble and stone, England and the small child America were under the covers of England's bed. The nightly ritual of bed time stories had begun.

"And so, Wendy looked after the lost boys as she would her own children, cleaning them, clothing them, and singing them lullabies,"

England read softly, smiling as America curled up and closed his eyes.

"England?"

America interrupted the reading, not much to England's surprise.

"Oh, what is it?"

England asked, brushing the wild, dirty blonde strands out of America's sleepy eyes.

"Do you think that one day, I could live like the lost boys? Live outside, I mean. It's just so…vast out there. I want to explore new places and expand my world. I know that if you think I'm grown up enough, you'll let me!"

"Shhh…no more of that."

England shushed America after a while, holding his much prized younger brother to his breast.

"America, don't speak so rashly. I know that you are quite the ruffian already. You romp through the gardens as though they are your own forest. I couldn't imagine you living on your own, though, being so small…now, to bed with you, you are very tired,"

England lectured quietly. America put the usual pout on his face but didn't protest as England turned off the lamp next to their bed and fell asleep. America stayed awake for just a while longer, listening to the crickets and imagining just what lay beyond the gates surrounding the estate of England.

Into the night, America dreamt of building his own home in the wilderness, hunting for beasts and swimming in the cool oceans of the world.


England beamed upon America as he eagerly tore the shining wrapping paper off of his Christmas present. He knew that after all of his hard work in hand-making every piece in the set, America would appreciate his elder brother's gift of a toy-soldier army.

"WOW! I can keep this?"

America beamed, picking up each piece and examining it closely.

"Yes, remember, I did make this just for you. I also got quite a few splinters..."

England laughed lightheartedly as America hugged him tightly, thanking him profusely.

"The soldiers are all different! This is so cool! Let's play with them!"

England chuckled and nodded, sitting next to America on the oriental carpet by the large Christmas lined up half of the soldiers on his side and America put his soldiers in a square-with every soldier on the outermost edge facing out.

"Why that's very clever, America. You've adapted the Infantry Square formation of ancient Rome!"

"I'll win for sure now!"

America beamed, his blue eyes sparkling. As the brothers passed the morning playing with the soldier set, a pretty sight of a white Christmas swirled outside, blanketing the earth with snow. England saw his little brother growing, and he knew that the age old question would come again some day.

For now, though, England took pride in watching little America learning so rapidly, expanding his horizons by the day. England truly adored America, and he would stop at nothing to satisfy his younger brother's wishes. In the years to come, however, those wishes would become unbearable.