England was tired of trying to blame America for the Revolution. It was all his fault. And he needed America to know that.
America heard a knock on his door.
"Come in!" yelled America.
It was England.
"What are you doing here, bro?" he asked.
"America... I'm so sorry," he muttered. "For the Revolution, the Massacre, everything." He broke down.
"Aw dude," he said, going to pull England into a hug, "It's not your fault, you just thought you were doing what was right."
"Th-thank you America," sobbed England, "I don't deserve to have a brother like you..."
"England, it's gonna be alright."
And it was.
