"O-oh...haha! England! You're back early!" America was certain his laughter was less than convincing as he set down his firewood for that nights snow storm that he was certain England shouldn't have been able to get by.

"Indeed I am, though, you sound less than enthralled. It wouldn't have to do anything with this interesting choice of literature, would it?" The colony's face went white as John Locke's Two Treatises of Government was tossed carelessly at his own feet by his motherland. England had yet to actually look at him, staying with his back turned in the rocking chair he had once told America stories on.

He didn't know what to say; his tongue was tied in sheer fear at England's findings. "How...h-how did that get there? It must ha-have been the colonists. I'll talk to them in the morning..."

England was having none of it. "Really now? Because it seems as though the book has been written and circled in with what appears to be your writing. How could that be, America?"

"Who knows? I-I don't-"

"Lie? Is that what you were going to say? You should know by now, after all the time I've taken to raise and care for you, that those who lie are to be punished severely as lying is against God's command. You are still-" England sat up from the wood chair and began walking, ever so slowly, towards the colony. "-Catholic, aren't you America? Or..." The novel was kicked into the roaring fire and set ablaze instantly, throwing most of the room in shadow and darkening England's face. "...is that rubbish giving you silly thoughts? Thoughts of anarchy? Because if so, I'd like to know what you plan on doing with such thoughts. America."

Back against the door, America looked up into the apathetic eyes of his caretaker only to look back down. He was worse at lying when looking at someone directly. "Nothing...I was just reading it."

BAM! The door shook with he force of England's closed hand. "DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME, AMERICA! IF YOU THINK YOU CAN STAND AGAINST ME ON YOUR OWN THEN YOU ARE SADLY MISTAKEN BECUASE-I! WON'T! LET YOU!" The superpower highlighted each syllable with a slam of his fist against the door, far too close to America's head.

The small colony had tears in his eyes and was shivering, not from the cold. "I'm sorry..."

Breathing heavily, England seemed to find himself once again and straightened up, fixed his coat and gently moved the boy out of the way of the door. "I forbid you to read such things again, America. Do you understand me?"

America nodded quickly and England was gone.

Each of his citizens had their own copies anyways.

A/N: Based of a picture done by sully-s on tumblr

Simple little oneshot