A/N: Ok, so i was in French 1 and i got bored so I ended up writing this fanfic :) i might start doing more APH fanfics later.

A house rested in a city in England, sunlight shining down for once, instead of the usual rain. A man was siting at a table inside, his head resting on his hand as his glazed over eyes stared straight ahead.

Tears were dripping from his green eyes, and dark circles underlined them gloomily. He brought a bottle of whiskey up to his lips and took a swig, a small trail of the alcohol dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The 4th of July never went well with him, and with good reason. Obviously, if you havent realized it, the man was England. And if it werent for the fact that it was America's birthday, he'd be sober.

He remembered that dreaded day. Hell, he remembered all of it. And that's why he drank. Especially today. Any other day he could shove the memories out of his mind, focus on the events of that day, Anything that would take his focus off that time.

But he couldnt do that today. England only had to wake up in the morning and know what day it was. and then the memories would come rushing back.

So he would drink. He had to or the pain would be too much. He forgot to drink once, and the pain sent him to a state of unconciousness.

So for his own sake, he'd get the strongest of alcohols. Once, when it was the exact same day of the week the actual event took place on, he drank Vodka. Normaly he'd want nothing that was in any way related to the violet-eyed man who insisted everyone become one with him, but he felt that he needed the strongest of any alcohol that day.

England seemed to stare ahead, no real target, lost in a memory.

"England! You can't do this! My people are suffering from all these taxes! You might as well put a tax on air for every breath we breathe with how much your making us pay!"

"Watch it, lad! I saved you from France and this is the thanks i get! Don't be such a bloody git! There are consequences for war, and since i was saving you - Without your help, i'd like to add- you can at least help me regain my lost money from the debt, without being a selfish brat!"

America glared." I didn't even want anything to do with your stupid war with France. If you want to fight all the time, don't bring me in it. My people won't stand for this, and neither will I."

America started to walk away. "Dont turn your back on me, young man!" England shouted. America kept walking, as if he hadn't heard. England gave a weary sigh and rubbed his temples, a headache forming.

England gave a groan of pain. Somehow a memory managed to get through his drunken barrier. He got up to go take a nap, completely ignoring the party invite right next to the bottle of whiskey.

A/N: ok, so im sorry that its so short, but like i said, i wrote it in 5 minutes.

Any constructive critisicm would be appreciated, and flames will be used to roast the allies' marshmellows.

By the way, im thinking of doing another chapter from America's side, which would include a memory from the boston tea party, which happens to be one of my favorite events leading up to the revolution. But that all depends on how many reviews i get. so lemme know what you think, okay?
~Satrika