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America The Bold, Beautiful, Brave, And Independent
What if America was a Female instead of a Male? America gains her freedom and independence from England. She is declared Independent and America goes on to shock the other Nations.
"England, I have had enough of your controlling actions." America said to him and her fists were loosely clenched as she stared into those green eyes that seemed to be confused.
"What do you mean?" England asked her and America chuckled slightly at him for that question was pretty funny to her.
"Trying to make me keep my hair long." America replied lightly and she smiled faintly at England's annoyed expression.
"It did not work in the end." England muttered quietly and he looked away for a moment.
"That is not the point." She stated flatly and that was when America decided to grab England's chin so that he was looking at her instead of at the distance.
"You cut your hair off with a knife." England said to her and he glared at America, but she just smiled brightly at him and did not move her strong hand.
"When you took away my scissors." America commented causally and she smirked at England's expression. Her hand let go of his face and England looked at America.
"You ripped your own hair out." He told her and America just smirked at him.
"When you decided to hide all of the knives." America said lightly and then she loudly yawned for that always annoyed the heck out of England.
"You used a bloody tree to pull your hair out." England stated in a tense voice and he remembered running towards her in a panic.
"When you tied my hands behind my back." America commented teasingly and she forgot about being angry with England at least for a few minutes.
"You broke free out of that rope easily." England told her in an annoyed voice and he raised an eyebrow at America.
"So I wanted to prove a point by having a mere tree rip out my hair." America said to him happily and she smiled faintly at England.
"Why on earth would a fema—" England started to say, but then his face paled for America's expression went blank and he had a feeling she was really going to punch him in the face.
"England, I'm America and I want my damn freedom from you." America said coldly and no longer in a good mood for England always had to spoil it.
"What?" England asked quietly and his heart clenched for he knew that she was being serious no more smiles.
"Taxing my people and all of those intolerable acts. I have had enough." America told him firmly and her blue eyes were blazing for she was no longer distracted by making England annoyed.
"I—" England started to say, but America glared at him viciously and he felt as if his throat closed up. His skin had goose bumps and he could only look at her.
"I will have my freedom, my liberty, and my independent. England, Give me liberty or give me death." America said to him calmly and her eyes were cold as ice.
"Why America?" England asked quietly, but then he remembered everything and his heart clenched in pain for he really did screw up royally.
"Because you hold onto me too tightly and I feel as if I'm suffocating. I gave you chance after chance and I refuse to let this go on any longer." America stated bluntly and her fists were clenched tightly. Her short fingernails were digging into her palms and she did not flinch from the rather slight pain for compared to everything it was completely minor.
"Do you really want to go against me. My-" England managed to say and he had forced his mind to go blank.
"I have no other choice. Your King refuses to listen and my people are suffering. I will not allow this to go on any longer, England." America said to him loudly and her blue eyes were blazing with emotion, but there was no tears in those eyes and she refused to give England another chance for he had been given one too many already.
"Fine. I will not show you any mercy." England forced himself to say these words to America and he noticed her smirk.
"I do not need or want any mercy from you. I would rather be dea—" America commented mockingly and she stopped for a moment because those green eyes were starting to fill up with tears.
"America please do not say that." England said to her in a somewhat pleading voice and he bit down on his lip.
'I have to be harsh and make him hate me completely so he shall not be sad.' America determinedly thought to herself and she smirked boldly at England.
"Bye, England. I will have my freedom and impendence." America said coldly and she laughed loudly at England.
"Wait, What if—" England started to ask, but then America coughed loudly and she looked at him with seemly merciless eyes.
"It is too late and don't cry for I would no longer burden you. I know I'm difficult for refusing to grow out my hair and not wearing any of those dresses. Plus for not acting or dressing like a so called lady, but I'm not sorry at all." America commented in a careless and off hand manner while grinning at him.
"You are not a burden. I should not have tried to change you." England said to her quietly and he forced himself to look at America rather than looking down at the ground.
"Heh, really funny England. I'm one and nothing you say will change the facts." America said to him mockingly and her heart clenched in pain at England's expression of sheer sorrow it was painful.
"America." England muttered quietly and he did not look away from her.
"England, I will not change my mind." America commented firmly and she bit her lip down hard because hurting him was rather difficult. England reminded her a lot of a little sister and she always wanted to protect him, but more than that America wanted her freedom and to show England that he did not need her to be with him in order for him to be relaxed or calm.
'I will also be setting England free too and one day he will thank me, but I doubt it. I hate doing this because England is like a sister to me and no one really wants to hurt their sister.' America thought bitterly and she smiled tensely at him trying to ignore those tears.
"America, Please don't do this." England told her in a pleading voice and those tears fell down his cheeks.
"Heh, silly I never listen to you. I'll see you on the battle field and wipe away those tears from your eyes." America said calmly to him and she wiped away his tears roughly before smirking at him. England was speechless and he couldn't say a word to her, but could only look at America with his watery green eyes. "You always did cry a lot, England."
" In the end you will be happy to be free from me and no longer having to worry about me, but most of all I will have my freedom and I unlike others do not mind being alone. I'm damn well use to being alone." America firmly told England and he could only watched as she proudly walked away from him.
'America, I understand why you are doing this to yourself and me. Yet I can't help myself from feeling depressed, betrayed, hurt, and there is no one who will comfort me or be able to make me feel relaxed just by smiling.' England silently thought to himself and he fell to his knees. Tears were falling down his pale cheeks and it was silent without any sound. America did not ever look back and she knew England was crying, but there was no other way and felt it was better this way.
"Jeez, England maybe if I was not around you would not cry as much." America said quietly to herself and sighed heavily. "I doubt it. You might cry even more and all by yourself."
America noticed that she was pretty far away and that was those tears started silently falling down her cheeks for everything seemed to be falling apart. Her hands gripped the blue pants she wore and ripped from the knee area downward. America smiled faintly at what she had torn off and then she calmly tore them apart with her bare hands while tears rolled down quietly.
"I have to be strong and no more crying until this is all over. I can't show England any kind of mercy and I have to win otherwise this would all be for nothing." America stated firmly to herself and she fiercely wiped away her tears. She walked away proudly and not caring that her pants were ripped. That no longer did she have anything covering her knee's or ankles, but then again America never really cared much about clothing.
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