Ugh, this is painful for my brain. Nowhere near as good as it could be. Also, there is an OC in this For Massachusetts. His name is Patrick O'... Hope you enjoy.
AN: I do not own hetalia. Not even a little. But, I do own the OC, he's mine.
The country's sat at their meeting, discussing whatever Germany had brought up. America didn't quite know what it was, he had been distracted.
"America-san?" Japan mumbled to his right.
"Uh?"
"You seemed… distracted… More so than usual. Are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah! I'm fine!" Alfred beamed at the nation beside him. It would have been a convincing lie, if France hadn't been shaking his head from across the table, looking between the American and the sulking Brit in towards the front on the room.
"Alfred, wha-?"
"- It's just that April 19th is an important date in my history, and I don't want to spend it stuck in here." Especially not with England. Kiku dropped his question, and turned back towards the shouting german.
"I'll tell you about it, if you want." America said. Japan nodded, thanked him, and Alfred started his tale.
Rebels. Arthur's king had labeled them as rebels. Alfred and Patrick didn't like that name much.
They preferred Patriots instead.
Both were rooming at an inn in the town of Concord, Massachusetts, discussing the weapons they had stored, going over documents, when they heard shouts form outside.
"The Regulars are coming!"
Patrick's head shot up from the paper he was read. "Ya hear that, Al? Ahthuh's sending in the troops."
"I thought he would, our little weapons stash wouldn't go unnoticed by England for long." America stood up, sighing.
"Ah we getting the Minutemen?" Massachusetts stood with his friend, a questioning expression on his face.
"Yeah."
There they had gathered, in the town green at Concord, prepared as best they could.
Except for Alfred. As he saw the Regulars coming, he knew he could have never been prepared for this. For facing HIM, of all people.
Because instead of a general, Arthur was marching in front of his troops.
Massachusetts sighed, shaking his head. "Was this really needed?"
Alfred turned to the Colony. "I don't know, Pat." He shook his head. "I don't know."
As they approached the green, America and Massachusetts watch England's expression change from serious, to confused, to surprised, to hurt, to worried. By the time the soldiers had reached their rag-tag militia, he was angry.
"Drop your arms, and you shall come to no harm." His voice was strong, confident that they would obey, but still holding the challenge for them not to. Alfred watched men falter with their muskets, beginning to put them on the ground.
But he raised his, made sure his brother noticed, and fired one single shot.
He swore the whole world heard it.