Disclaimer: As per usual, the series I'm writing for does not belong to me. Macbeth belongs to William Shakespeare—not me.
This is nothing more than a series of drabbles and vignettes I'm writing to fill a hundred theme challenge of deviantart. (PM me if you want the link to it to do it yourself). There aren't any real warnings worth putting here other than shota and incest if you consider England & America really being like brothers or a father and son. And naturally, drabbles mean each chapter will be rather short.
God Bless America
Beginnings
There is nothing but the plains, the sky --bright, clear blue like his eyes-- and the both seem to go on forever. He doesn't know where he is, who is, but that's alright with him. As soon as his tiny eyes opened, he knew it was all his. From the mountains, to the prairies, and to the ocean, white with foam. It was his. It was his home and it was entirely perfect.