A/N: Yay! Another Hetalia fic! I was thinking of uploading it on Independence Day but eh... It's still dedicated to America for his birthday! *love*

America/Alfred Jones and England/Arthur Kirkland are © to Himaruya Hidekazu's Hetalia: Axis Powers; Story is © to moi~

"I love my freedom; I love my America." - Jessi Lane Adams

Today was America's birthday, the Fourth of July, or Independence Day in the United States. None of his friends knew how old he was, nor did they want to know. The number would be much too high to comprehend, even though he was young compared to the older nations.

America had invited the nations to come to his house for a birthday extravaganza. He was known for those wild parties he loved to throw, full of junk food and loud music. England, America's older brother, usually complained about the craziness and the "disgusting food" that he cooked but he let it slide for this occasion.

Nations such as France and Germany, Italy and Japan, and many others arrived at America's house to join him in the festivities. England was the first to arrive, inwardly scolding the others for arriving late.

He was slightly excited, hated to admit it, about America's birthday party. In the invitation, America had gone on and on about a huge surprise, so he was itching to see what he had planned.

The door flung open and America grinned happily, wearing a red, white, and blue apron that said "Kiss the cook" on the chest area. "Hey, everybody! Glad to see you could make it to my heroic birthday party! Follow me and we'll celebrate!"

He led them outside where it was decorated in stars and stripes. The grill was covered with meat and the picnic tables were lined with hot dog and hamburger buns as well as chips, liter-sized bottles of Coca-Cola, apple and cherry pies, fries, and other American junk food. England almost puked from the smell of grease and salt.

France sniggered and nudged him in the shoulder haughtily. "Unlike you, imbecile, I can handle America's food. Ha! I even taught him how to cook~"

"Don't get full of yourself, wanker!" England argued. "All your food is nothing but gar-"

"Arf! Arf!"

The sound of barking reached England's ears and he looked back to see a growling poodle in a red ribbon. He gritted his teeth while America put his hand on his shoulder.

"This is Hamburger II, England! France gave him to me yesterday and I couldn't wait to show you! I know you guys could be best of friends since you and Hamburger I always fought."

England could hear France laughing behind them. "I can't wait to see this~" Then he saw England clear his throat and shove his present into America's hands.

He smiled creepily, "I'm sure you'll love this gift. I picked it out myself."

Opening it impatiently, America raised an eyebrow when he saw the gift basket of oddities. A cookbook of British dishes, boxes upon boxes of tea, classical music CDs and a needle. America took out the needle and held it up curiously.

"What's this for?"

The green-eyed nation pointed at Hamburger II who was now chomping on his leg. "Quite simple, really. It would bring us both true freedom. Me from this mutt and you from my hands that wish to strangle you."