I don't own Hetalia
"Really lad? Do you honestly wish to defy me?" England questioned darkly as he approached his cornered colony. "What would the point be? You can't win."
America watched his guardian approach in fear before straightening as he remembered the treatment of his people.
"Please just listen. You're not treating us fairly, I wouldn't fight you otherwise."
"You are my colony America, I will do as I please." The Empire snapped green eyes flashing as he looked over the youth and went to grab his arm. "Did you really think my protection from France would be free? Now why don't you be a good lad and-" He was cut off as America ducked under his outstretched arm and ran off into the night.