A/n: Sooooooo yeah. This is my first story. I just randomly had the urge to write an Independence Day fic. In October. I may continue this, probably depending on whether I get some reviews or not. But there is a plan for more chapters, I just want to know if I should bother with it. Anyways, here goes.
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Title: Freedom Is Never Free
Chapter: 1- Firecracker
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"Bloody hell!"
Arthur Kirkland jumped awake, hair disheveled from a distressing and uncomfortable night. Needless to say, he was not ecstatic about being woken up by a firecracker first thing in the morning.
"Alfred, it's seven in the morning, you arse." Arthur grumbled in disdain. The grumpy Brit knew the American would wake up at the crack of dawn to celebrate his birthday, but this was just rude. Alfred probably dragged his poor brother out of bed to party with him as well. Arthur reluctantly crawled out of bed, knowing it was useless to try getting any more sleep with Alfred being who he was. He walked out to the kitchen and habitually started making a pot of tea when the phone rang.
"Hello?" Arthur answered.
"IGGY!!!" Bloody hell, it was Alfred. "Good yer awake now hey hey I got these awesome fireworks yesterday come out and celebrate with me please Iggy it'll be a lot of fun and..." He just went on.
"Alfred, it's too early to be doing this...." Arthur heard a certain Canadian say in the background. Sometimes he hated being right. He hung up leaving his America on the other end. His America? No, he used to be his America. Arthur hated July Fourth. And he thought he taught the boy better manners.
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The phone rang again. I cannot just enjoy a simple cup of tea, can I? Arthur thought as he hesitated for the phone.
"Hello?" He sighed.
"Iggy! Is everything okay I mean you disappeared the call must have been lost or something hahaha darn phone must've lost signal cuz I know you wouldn't hang up on me right? Haha." The American had to breathe sometime...Arthur heard France in the background, along with Germany scolding Italy Veneciano for setting off some of the fireworks, the crackling followed.
"Yes, I did hang up on you, you git." Alfred went quiet.
"B-but why?" Alfred sounded sad and childish, as if he was a kid denied a favorite toy. "I...wanted you to celebrate with us. Is it because Francis is here? But I want you to be here too, it's my birthday after all."
"What a better reason for me not to be there, idiot?!?" This set off his temper. "Why on earth would I be happy about the day that you left? Left me, after making you who you are. The day you came at me with a rifle."
"Arthur," Alfred's tone changed, "I already said that I'm sorry. Maybe it's your turn now." Alfred hung up.
"Alfred!!" Arthur's voice cracked.
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end. to be continued? yes? Russia-san is merciful to reviewers =3 kolkolkol