My first story on FanFiction! (I've already published this on Wattpad under the same username). It's really short, sorry.
CRASH!
Another object down.
England angrily wiped at the tears streaming down his face, not caring about whether it was dignified or not. He just…He couldn't believe the nerve of the idiotic American!
A sob escaped his lips.
After all he had done for him, the bloody American left him! On top of that, the whole world was celebrating his 'independence' with him!
England looked around for another object to throw, when something caught his eye.
Eyes wide, he picked it up, turning it around and inspecting it. It was a wooden toy soldier, complete with a redcoat uniform. This was one the first toys he had made for America. England smiled fondly as old memories came rushing back to him. He remembered America's joyful face; with his twinkling blue eyes and mega-watt grin when he had given him the toy…he shook his head. No. America hated England. That's why America left him.
England growled and dropped the wooden figurine, before finding solace on the couch. He was definitely in the mood for some rum.
That's how it was at England's house every Fourth of July. And every Fourth of July, England wondered…
Did America have no regrets?
America grinned at Prussia as he handed him a beer. All the countries were at his house; except for one…he lightly shook his head. He had promised himself that he wouldn't think about England…he had no choice but to think about him every other day.Iggy…
He groaned in frustration. Why did those gorgeous green eyes have to appear every time he blinked? Couldn't he just leave America alone?
'Maybe some fresh air would do me some good…'
America dodged various nations as he fled to the door. "I'll be back in a few bro!" He called to a random confused nation, before stepping outside. The change in the atmosphere was apparent, he decided, as he took in a deep breath, relishing the fresh air. It was really stuffy inside (it was suffocating the blue-eyed nation, which was strange since he should've been used to it) whereas outside, the breeze was cool, and the surroundings were mostly peaceful. Wait…he groaned. He was starting to sound like England!
Hi blue eyes darkened in sorrow at the thought of the blonde nation. He knew exactly what England's tradition was each year. His brothers: Scotland, Ireland and Wales, had told him. Secretly, America cared for England, deep down. He just hid it behind his 'hero' facade.
America had started off the revolution because he had wanted to be a great power like England, though, his original thought had been that England was too stuffy and overbearing, with his taxes and all.
…In the end, though, he just wanted to be recognized as England's equal…