Drabble
By: Asagi Tsuki
Pairing: USxUK
Warning: some of these are canon, some are AU. I will put up the tags to indicate whether this is a canon fic or an AU fic, in the case of canon whether it's before the Revolutionary War of after, and last, whether England is a female or not (I love fem!England, so sue me -____-;;;). I also included the British Isles, and do forgive me if they're behaving the way you don't expect them to, and please excuse my terrible English, and there would be no historical reference because my history sucks…
Disclaimer: I don't own Axis Powers Hetalia
A/N: this is a collection of drabble based on the drabble prompts I got from LJ a long time ago. In total, there are about 570 prompts, and I've only gotten up to 100 something. Most are short, and even the longest one doesn't exceed a page of MS Word (I believe drabbles shouldn't be longer than a page, because then it would become a short fic instead). I shall try to update this regularly. And anyway, enjoy~
Prompt One – Beginnings (canon, post-RW)
In his old storeroom, Arthur had an album titled "Beginnings". It was a leather-bound photo album where he kept a lot of pictures. As expected from a neat-freak like him, everything he had was sorted.
The album hosted all pictures of him in beginning of things. It started when he had just become a nation, to the time he first became a pirate, when he first sank an armada (which happened to be Spain's), when he first became a punk, when he first fought with France...
Then, it changed to the pictures of when he first met Alfred, the little boy. There was also a picture of when he first started living at Alfred's house. A picture of when Alfred grew big on such a short time span, and a hand-painted portrait of the American Revolutionary War.
He had painted it after he came back from the War. He put it there because it signified the beginning of America's freedom. His independence.
That day, he was flipping through the album as he sipped a cup of Earl Grey tea, a fond smile gracing his lips as he saw his glorious days as the British Empire.
He had to admit that he still resented America for breaking the ties with him, but memories are memories, no matter good or bad.
That was why he still kept everything that reminded him of the beginning of his freedom.
Because, after all, America was the land of the free.