A/N: Hey everybody! I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters, and I don't own any of the dialogue the dialogue for this chapter. It all comes from Hetalia Axis Powers. This is a three shot song fic about America during the Revolutionary War. Chapter 1, based on 'Numb' be Linkin Park, is about what happens during the war, chapter 2 is about his thoughts years later, and chapter 3 is about him visiting England on the Fourth of July. A companion to this set in England's POV will be released when this is done. If you want to review, I don't care if you don't like the fic, but if you do, then tell me why so I can make the next chapter better. If you're just going to say "ur fic sux," then don't bother. Again, I own nothing, the lyrics belong to Linkin Park. Enjoy! (^^)
"Hey, what's with the suit? It looks expensive. Too bad. I'll never wear it."
"You should. Dressing Like a pauper isn't in fashion. I refuse to be seen with you if you're not dressed properly."
"What's the matter? I think the way I dress is perfectly acceptable!"
"See? Dressed like that, it's hard to believe you're the same person!"
"Sure, but this isn't comfortable! I guess I'll just wear it on special occasions, then."
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I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
Lost under the surface
The rain was pouring over the battle field.
The war had been harsh. Many a good soldier had fallen, and America was growing tired. After all that, though, it was finally coming to an end.
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure
Of walking in your shoes
"Hey, England! All I want is my freedom!" Each word hurt as he said them, but it had to be done. He couldn't let this go on any longer. "I'm no longer a child, nor your little brother. From now on, consider me independent!"
England grit his teeth, steeling himself. Then, he charged, bayonet aimed for his brother's face in a last attempt to restrain him.
His musket was blocked by America's, but he sent it flying, leaving America defenseless. England just stood there, though, breathing heavily. "I won't allow it! You idiot! Why can't you follow anything through to the end?"
Every step that I take
Is another mistake to you
The soldiers behind America took aim, prepared to defend their leader, but England stood alone. The outcome was clear.
The war was over.
Mixed emotions swirled inside America as England realized this and lowered his gun. "There's no way I can shoot you," he said, "I can't." His gun fell, hitting the muddy earth. Then he too hit the ground, head in his hands.
I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
This hadn't been what America wanted. He hadn't meant for this to happen, hadn't meant to cause such turmoil. All he'd wanted was his freedom.
He hadn't known how much that meant to England.
I've become so tired
So much more aware
It had to be done, though. He couldn't go on living by his brother's rules.
I'm becoming this
All I want to do
England hadn't understood. Rules dragged him down. He had to break away in order to grow as a nation.
Is be more like me
And be less like you
"Why? Damnit, why? It's not fair!"
Can't you see that you're smothering me?
Holding to tightly
Afraid to lose control
America stood still, not allowing himself to show any emotion as he gazed down at England. "You know why," he said. "What happened?" he asked, sorrow coloring his voice. "I remember when you were great."
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart
Right in front of you
America could still remember that day. England had looked so big back then. The hand that reached toward him had promised that he'd be safe. His green eyes swore that he'd be loved.
Every step that I take
Is another mistake to you
"Let's go home."
And every second I waste
Is more than I can take
"Okay!"
I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
"Then I'll call you big brother!
I've become so tired
So much more aware
"England is fine. That would be good enough."
I'm becoming this
All I want to do
America had never wanted anyone to get hurt.
Is be more like me
And be less like you
But it was for the greater good.
And I know
I might end up failing too
But what he wanted to know…
But I know
That you were just like me
With someone disappointed in you
…was why it caused so much pain.
I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
But as America stood there, he knew he couldn't allow himself to regret anything. He had to look toward the future, not back at the past.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
So he walked away and didn't look back.
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