Disclaimers: Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Underlined parts represent England's past dialogue.
"It's never too late"
Yes. Never too late to fight for myself and my people.
"You still have time"
Time for what? To do as you say and be the picture-perfect country you want me to be? No. I'm done. Those people you have called spontaneous brutes? They reflect me and all that I stand for. My lands are changing, my people are changing, and so am I.
Tears and blood were shed upon the last encounter, on the very brink of liberty and independence and at the end of war and turmoil. "How could you do this to me ?
It's not that I wanted to do it, but I had to. Your people have tested my people's temper far enough and conflicts are inevitable. My people know an injustice when they see one. They wanted to be equal, not subordinate. They fought and, so did I.
"Where did I go wrong?"
...You never went wrong; I simply grew up.
Author note (Jess): How was it? This is my first Hetalia fanfic, and an angsty one at that. I don't know whether to consider it UsUk though...
Should I expand on it or perhaps dive more into the fandom? Tell me your thoughts in a review, it would truly make my day.
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