England's bright green eyes locked with America's sky blue ones. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. Despite what everyone though he cared about his little brother, and whether or not America would admit it he was still only a young-un.
The blond before him, who was wearing slacks and a wrinkled shirt, nodded. "Yeah, I'm going to be my own country, were everyone will have independence. And all of you old stick in the mud countries will see how much of a hero I am."
Arthur sighed thinking of the past. It hurt. It hurt so god dammed, bloody much. He couldn't help but admit that his once little colony had succeed. Alfred might be an idiot, he might be blunt, and he was diffidently disrespectful, of well everyone. Did he even know what the word tact meant? I mean hero complex, come on, but despite all of that he had succeed in what everyone, well maybe it was just him, had thought impossible. He had declared independence from the greatest empire in the world, and then proceeded to defeat them in a war.
War seemed to be one of the few things Alfred was good at, that and eating, spending money, and techno gadgets. Progressively smaller computers were going to be the end of he one day he just knew it. But that was beside the point.
The war of 1812, he could remember the pain, oh there was so much pain, but he could never remember why he had done it. What had possessed him to order timed little Matthew to attack his brother. He supposed it was that day part of his second so broke, Françis's and his son he reminded himself, or maybe that part of Matthew had always been there, bottled up waiting to surface. He didn't know. His once shy quiet, invisible colony, now stood like a veteran solider, determined, fierce, and a little bit trigger happy. Determined to smash Alfred into a pulp. When Alfred had seized his capital, Matthew had seemed ready to rip out Alfred's throat, and the cold indifference in his eyes when he had burn down Alfred's own capital had reminded England scarily of Prussia. It had pained him so much to see the twins fighting each other like that. He regretted it, he really did. But then again all of the nations had things they regretted, because despite being countries they were really just as human as their citizens.
A/N My first Hetalia fic. Yay. Tell me what you think of it, because the blue button down there could use a bit more love. :)
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