Hey, this is my first fanfic ever :) but I hope it will be great. Enjoy America and England and maybe some other countries thrown in for variety but mainly the great blonde guys.
'No" was my first thought as I opened my eyes on what I thought was the worst day of the year. The Fourth of July. The day my beloved colony America left me for his independence. I sighed already thinking of all the horrible memories of the revolutionary war.
Flash back to revolutionary war
"You can't hold on to me forever" America yelled across the battlefield. His voice loud even over the rain and wind.
"I won't be your little colony need freedom" he said in a softer less aggressive tone.
I watched almost in slow motion as he brought up the gun and with devastating effectiveness took out almost all of my backup troops. Leaving me standing alone in the muddy battlefield. With a sense of loss a slowly raised my hands over my head. To give America the freedom he clearly desired.
End of flashback
With a shudder I pulled myself back into reality. Rubbing my eyes I slid out of bed. Gently I untangled myself from the UK flag blanket. I didn't really understand Americas instance that i use it but it had been a gift. And it really was very soft. My hardwood floor is already starting to heat up under my feet and I prepared for anger hot 4th.
After I'd finally dragged myself to the bathroom and gotten ready I was really starting to feel the effects of Americas birthday. A deep sadness seemed to have pierced me and for that one day a year I longed for the little boy who used to depend on me.
"Stop" I told myself out loud. Getting lost in the memories would just lead to more trouble. I excited the bathroom wearing a pale green shirt matching my eyes and I pair of older blue jeans. Well they were on the whiter side now but I wasn't planning on having anyone see me. Fixing the cuffs on my shirt I walked down the stairs deciding a cup of morning tea with toast would be nice.
I strolled through my living room. The hardwood creaked gently under my weight but gave way to tile as I got the kitchen. Everything was neat just as I expected it to be. Toaster sitting on the back counter. Tea bags in the cupboard. Silverware sitting waiting for me to take out a knife and spoon. Finally I took out two pieces of bread and popped them into the toaster while setting it up to cook for two minutes.
Carefully I then began to make my tea. I reached into a different drawer to pull out a small pot. Setting the stove on to low heat and filling up the pot with water. I waited for it to boil.
I could jus picture the smaller version of America jumping up and down with his blonde hair bouncing. Asking "is it ready yet?"
'No' I pushed painful memories out of my mind as soon as the toast popped up. The cooked bread was golden brown and smelled amazing. I spread butter over it and watched as the golden substance sank into the wheat. Next was the tea. I turned the burner on the stove off and poured a bit of the now steaming water into my cup. Reaching back over to retrieve my box of tea bags i debated each one. Earl gray was nice but maybe to sweet. Lavender had such a strong smell it would be all over the house. Chamomile, Americas favorite. I wasn't going to think about that right now. I choose a combination of honey and apricot. It was a little strange but seemed like a good choice on a hot morning.
Carefully I pulled the bag with its little tag out of the box and into my cup of water. I thought about cleaning up while it was seeping but decided giants that. My toast would get cold and soggy. With my decision made I carried my plate of toast and tea over to the table.
With gentle fingers I picked up my teacup to take the first sip. Only to hear a loud pounding echoing through the building accompanied by I set my tea down. Only one person knocked like that.
First chapter is done. Sorry for any stupid errors but I hope you liked it. R and R if you want. As I new writer i appreciate them but if its to much work thats fine too. I'll be back with another chapter soon. :)