A/N: Happy Independence Day/Fourth of July/America's B-Day. I figured I'd do a few Hetalia fanfics with America for the occasion. This one is something I just finished at about one today. Hope you enjoy and watch for some other stories to be uploaded today in America's honor, most will be little America or teen America, maybe a smut or two somewhere. This is however purely innocent so not to worry you may read this with your two year old cousin on your shoulder.

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia…..I'd own the world and turn everyone into an Hetalia and make every country cosplay as their country and since you don't see Frances running around in Paris, or Englands in London, or Americas running around in New York, I don't own Hetalia.

Alfred can Skate All By Himself

It was an early Saturday morning and Author woke up to possibly the most adorable sight on earth. A small four year old sitting on his chest grinning happily as he bounced up and down, speaking at about a million miles an hour happily trying to get the British man up and out of bed.

"Come on you promised first thing in the morning, you said you'd take me skating. Please big brother get up, wake up," the little country whined.

"Well, good morning to you too America….skating, of course. I did promise you so let's get washed and dress and then we can both go skating, alright?"

"Alright, but big brother I already got washed and dress."

"Well then, wait for me to get done getting ready and play with some of your toys, okay?"

"Okay," America said excitedly and bounced off of England and ran down stairs with a big bounce in each step. Author shook his head at the American before slowly climbing out of bed and going into the bathing room to get ready for the day. He could easily hear Alfred running around the house.

England soon went downstairs and decided since it was such a special day he'd make Alfred his favorite breakfast, scones and fruit. Author knew this was his favorite because he ate it all right up so fast Author couldn't even see him eating it. Little did Author know although Alfred surprisingly at most of the fruit, but each scone was tossed away.

The younger country was soon dragging England out the door with knee pads, elbow pads, a helmet, padded gloves, and a pair of skates in one hand, Author's hand in the other. He sang a song he'd made up as he walked to the small park that was just outside so he could go skating for the first time.

As they reached the park Author had Alfred sit on a bench so he could be properly prepared for skating. America whined about so much stuff that he'd had to wear saying he wouldn't fall and he didn't really need them but England had insisted.

They had finished doing just that and getting America into his skates after about half an hour later. It was now time for England to let America try out the sport for himself.

"You ready, America?" Author asked lifting the boy up to his feet so he could get a good start.

Alfred nodded happily, "yep, just watch me bro, I'll be the best skater ever."

"Alright then 3, 2, 1," England let go of America's hands and without even moving America fell, straight away.

"Oh, America, are quite alright?"

America mumbled a bit as he attempted to stand back up, only to fall again. England was just about help him up but America jerked away.

"No, I can do it myself, I don't need anyone's help, I can do it," the small boy insisted.

"Okay, take your time and just say the word if you want help."

America said nothing as he struggled to stand up. He eventually got up by crawling over to the bench and using that to hold himself up.

"S- see I…I can do it myself," America said slightly out of breath from the long struggle in the heat.

England chuckled and nodded, "I see that, are you ready skate now?"

"Mhm," America said as he reached out for England's waiting hand. England held America's one hand and placed his other hand on the boys back so he wouldn't fall.

England walked with him for a while before America became anxious, "I want to do I by myself."

"Are you sure, you've only just begun an-"

"I can do it myself Britain."

"Oh. Okay then America," England sighed already being able to see where this would go and America almost stood straight before falling again. Of course he kept trying, he tried for almost three hours before he reached for England's hand with tear filled eyes, he was trying to hold back his tears but he was just beyond frustrated.

"I….I want to go home," America said his voice nearly breaking.

"Oh America," England picked up the boy and carried him to the bench and sat down as America softly sobbed into Brit's shirt.

"Hush now, come on, how about we take it slow okay, and I can help you, alright? What do you think about that?"

"Okay," America said wiping his face and letting England pick him up.

"Hold my hands and I promise you won't fall."

America held both of England's hands with both of his small ones as the Englishman slowly raised him up so he'd be standing straight.

"There, now don't move at all just stay like that," England slowly took his hands away and there he was. Little America was standing up on his skates not falling or anything just perfectly still.

England nodded as he took a step back and put his arms out, "okay now America just skate to me."

America did so and reached England just before he fell into his brother's arms, they did this until the sun was nearly setting and Alfred was exhausted.

England held America in his arms as they walked back home," you did a great job today America."

"Thanks, hey England?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"One day I'll be able to do everything all by myself."

"Of course you will but you'll never have to I'll always be there to help you."

"Yes, but one day I don't want to need your help, but I won't mind if you help sometimes just not too often."

England smiled as America's words trailed off and slurred as he fell asleep in his arm. He just hoped America was wrong, he never wanted to see the day when America no longer needed him, he promised himself he'd do anything to keep him never hurt him.

"I love you, America."