This is my first serious Hetalia story. I am a Revolutionary War nerd, have been since before Hetalia. Naturally, I choose to put some of that knowledge into writing this. This is the first of a series I am doing about the Revolutionary War. Please read and review!

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Britain gently picked up his cup and saucer and walked lazily over to the window. It was early morning and this was his first cup of tea of the day. The morning, especially early morning, was his favorite time of the whole day. Everything was peaceful and quiet, Britain just beginning to come out his sleepy stupor. He knew as the day wore on, the manic pace from yesterday would pick back up and he would get frazzled. Unfortunately, he also knew he was likely to lose his cool, more than once, in fact probably more then he would care to admit. For now, however, Britain wasn't going to allow anything to break this peace. He wanted to savor this moment of tranquility.

He stared out of his window at his garden, his pride and joy. He spent many hours of his free time working on it, digging up the ground, planting the flowers and arranging them just so. It was one of those British quirks he had laughed at when he was younger, and now found himself doing for stress relief. Currently, he was a bit worried about his garden, there was a drought happening and his flowers badly needed some rain. He looked up at the sky and breathed a sigh of relief, the clouds were dark and ominous. If that was any indication, his garden would definitely get some much needed moisture today.

Britain wouldn't have minded if rained all day and into tomorrow. It was the middle of summer and the precipitation would help cool everything off. The rain would even help him cool off every now and then. He had such a terrible temper and sometimes he would feel quite bad for lashing out at someone. If it happening to be raining when that happened, he would go out and stand in the rain, allowing himself to get soaked. Another one of his silly rituals, but it was cathartic all the same.

He had just taken his first sip of the tea and was relishing the feel of the hot liquid flowing down his throat, when his assistant walked in. Britain had told him not to bother him in the morning unless it was very important. He turned and stared at him with mild annoyance.

"I am sorry for the interruption sir, but this was specified as urgent." He said in a stifled British way. He held up a letter and Britain set his cup down. He walked calmly across the room, reaching out for the letter.

"Urgent?" he repeated, "Urgent from whom?"

"Master America." The assistant replied finally handing Britain the letter. Britain breathed another sigh of relief. He had thought it had been serious for a moment but America always did things "urgently". He chuckled softly.

"He probably just wants to tell me about some awesome thing he may have done in the past week." Britain said smiling. He looked down at the letter and his smile faltered a bit. He noticed that America's usually hasty scribble had been written even more hastily on the outside of the note. He ripped it open and shook out the letter.

He immediately knew wasn't a routine correspondence. America usually began his letters with "S'up awesome British dude?" or at the very least "Hey Brit-tan!" This letter just started with "Britain,". That could not be a good sign, the Englishman thought vaguely. He began to read the note without further thought.

Britain,

This is bad, really bad! My bosses are super pissed at your bosses. I'm not exactly sure why, but I know it has something to do with you restricting my people moving west and I think something about taxes going up. Some crazy shit like that, point is there is talk of war here! My bosses definitely mentioned going to war with you!

I just overheard them saying that they were going to send a letter to your head boss, listing all the bad things you have done to us. I think they may have sent it earlier today, I didn't get to read it but I know they said something about independence. Fighting for it, settings injustices right, finally governing themselves without your help. They think we don't need you telling us how to do things anymore! I'm sending this letter to you in hopes that you get it before your boss gets his. This is a warning.

You know what this means, I don't have to spell out for you. You know we don't have a choice, if the bosses want to fight, we are forced too. Regardless of how we feel, dude this is way stressful! I'm not sure what to do.

Look, point is, I don't want to fight you. That is the worst option I could think of. I don't want to see you get hurt and I hope that you feel the same about me.

That being said, the only option I see left is for you to give me my independence. Truthfully, I want it. I want the chance to grow into a big strong nation, to be my own country. That is my biggest dream right now Britain. I don't want to be your little brother anymore, I want you to see me as your equal, a fellow nation.

You have been a great role model for me. You have taught me so much over these past years. I want the chance to put those things into practice. I need to show you I can be the great nation you told me I had the possibility to be.

Please Britain, let's avoid war. We both knew you couldn't keep me as your little brother forever. You had to have known this day was coming. Maybe it came sooner then you expected but it's a now or never kind of time.

-America

Britain read and reread the letter several times. He turned it over and over in his hands, trying to take in the words as best he could. He felt blindsided, his head was spinning out of his control and it was making him slightly dizzy. He set the letter down on the table and with his shaky hands, picked his tea up again. The china rattled together as he tried to steady his hands with no luck. He took a little sip of the now luke warm liquid and closed his eyes.

Of course he should have seen this coming. America had been talking about getting his independence for years now. Each time he brought it up, Britain had quickly changed the subject. He had avoided and skirted the issue for years and now it was here. Now it had to be addressed and the subject couldn't be changed as easily. Like America, he wasn't quite sure what he should do.

He didn't want to fight America either, he knew he didn't stand a chance against Britain. America was still a young colony, with nothing to protect him but a few drunken townspeople with muskets. He had no real military power, and the few officers he did have were unskilled and rather inexperienced. Britain had the entire British navy, and an unstoppable British army. America was likely to get seriously hurt, and Britain certainly did not want to see that happen.

However, Britain wasn't about to just roll over and give him his independence because he had asked for it. He wasn't going to make it that easy for him. America would have to work for it and most likely pay for it. Not through war, but perhaps a series of tests Britain could come up with to see if he was truly ready. Not war, that was the last thing he wanted.

Maybe this was joke, America did enjoy pulling practical jokes on Britain. The "Boston Tea Party" incident a few months before had made that clear to Britain. The young colony didn't take anything seriously. Perhaps he had just sent this to see how riled up he could make his big brother. Maybe he just wanted to see what Britain did with the knowledge and then laugh his head off when he told Britain it was all a joke.

He slowly opened his eyes again and looked down at the letter. He grabbed it and crumpled it up in his free hand. Britain then took a moment to glance out of the window and smiled.

"It's finally arrived." He said softly as the long awaited rain pounded against the glass.