A/N. Hey guys! Here's a story I've been working on, actually I've been working on this before "Stubborn Acceptance" ( which will get updated soon), and it's a pretty long story. I'll try and shorten it as I edit. I don't know much about places outside of Asia and America, so tips on Europe will be awesome! This is another Fem!England story (and I'am story about that), and it will have a lot of England pairings. Please excuse my horrible grammar, and reviews are welcome! I'm so sorry for any OOC. I will tweak the revolution scene a bit ( I'm so sorry)

summary: England begins to dream about her past and it begins to affect her and the way she acts. Her siblings, France and Spain noticed that she is acting the same way she was acting around 1763. they don't know if they can help her, so can the 'hero' help her? (sucky summary I know. I'M SO SORRY! DDx)

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-Hetalia Axis Power- does not and will never belong to me.-

Bright, sunlight hits her face as the sun rises from it slumber. At this an ash blonde haired girl turned around, looking for something to cover her closed eyelids from the bright sun. She turns around to find someone who was already facing her, embracing her by the waist, his arm as a head pillow. She opens her eyes to see a blonde haired boy, whose hair is far more golden than her ashy ones, sleeping. She looks up at him and smiles as she remembered how she got into this predicament.

' Hey England, I watched this scary movie while I was waiting for you at the airport..' he said.,

"I thought you grew up?" she asked. At this America shook his head.

"I DID! I'm just scared that the monster will get you!" he exclaimed. England shook her head knowing that she was going to lose the argument.

"Fine, only tonight though you git" she said as she walked out of the airport.

England smiled knowing that when the boy wakes up, he would be hyper, loud, annoying, and a bit insulting. She moves closer to him as she snuggles closer, trying to keep warm, her head underneath his, her right arm around his waist, hugging him close. Her left acting as her pillow. She dozes off to sleep again, it's only 6 in the morning after all, they wouldn't have a meeting until 10.

She stood there, wearing a red army uniform. She knew what was going on, it was a war, and it was about to end, with her losing. She looks across the battlefield, there she saw four people, her own kind, going against her. She looked at the sea of people wearing blue, and one face got her full attention. There a man stood, rifle in hand, with a bayonet attached, 'is he going to charge?' she thought. She stares at him, no rather stares up at him. The boy was taller than her, now. She looks at him and realizes that she had her own trusty rifle on hand, with a bloody bayonet attached to it.

"I want freedom after all" the blonde haired boy said, breaking the deadly silence. She looked up at him, his blue eyes, as blue as the sky, looked cold and demanding. She just stood there, staring at him, as it what the boy said was said in a different language.

"Did you hear me? I said I want freedom aft-"

"I heard you the first time" she finally said. She analyzed his tone; cold, demanding, harsh. Then she looked at his face-emotionless, stern.

" I heard you the first time, I don't you to repeat yourself, America" after hearing her say the word "America" his blues eyes widened, but then returned to the cold, demanding look.

"…but I won't let that happen" she finished, at this the blue eyed man's eyebrows furrowed, confused at the girl just said. " if you didn't hear me, I'll say it again, I won't let that happen" the girl said heartlessly. At this she charged, bayonet pointing towards him, only to be blocked by his rifle. With enough force, she was able to make him lose his rifle. A loud splash rang in the air as the his rifle met the muddy ground. The generals behind him, with a sudden shout, said "fire!", but none of the soldiers dared to shoot the girl. She was there, in front of him, rifle in hand, pointing straight at him, point blank. Yet, she couldn't find the strength to shoot him. Her finger, trembling, threatening to pull the trigger any moment, eased and moved away from the trigger. The girl took a couple of steps back, face down, rifle in hand. Slowly she raised her head, eyes closed, and a smile.

"I can't shoot you." and said, trying to ignore the lump in her throat " Congratulations America, you win. You're free.."

The girl forcefully opened her eyes. She knew that she was dreaming, but she couldn't snap out of the horrible dream. 'It was a dream of the past', she thought to herself 'nothing more'. at this she closed her eyes, removing her right arm from the man's waist, both left and right hand meeting her eyelids, scratching them. She slowly moved her hands away form her face, she looks up at the man next to her. To much of her surprised, the man was awake. His blue eyes, blue as the sky outside, was looking at her, staring at her, his eyebrows furrowed, face full of question and worries. She felt his left arm move from her waist to her face. Gently caressing it, her right hand involuntarily followed it and put her hand over his.

" Are you okay?" he asked, tone still sleepy, but filled with doubt and worry. As he asked her the question, she closed her eyes, trying to see if the images from her dream were haunting her eyes. He watched her close her eyes, and waited for her reply.

"yeah I'm fine" she said eyes still closed.

"Bull shit" He said, odd the way he said was soft, and in a "worrisome" way. She couldn't help but open her eyes. The boy from her dreams was the very boy here with her, wondering and worrying about her.

" I'm fine, it was just a dream" she said trying to reassure him of her condition.

" a dream that was able to make you cry" he stated. She looked at him, he continued "when I woke up, you were cold and crying." she couldn't say anything to that, true the setting of her dream was a rather upsetting and a cold place, but for her to cry, was different. She knows that she did not cry during a surrender. Suddenly the warm hand that was pressing against her cheek moved, as she was pushed towards him. Whatever gaps existed between them disappeared. Her head was on his left shoulder, his face underneath hers, his left hand on the back of her head, keeping her head on his shoulder. His right arm snaked around her waist holding her close to him.

"Did you dream about it again?" he asked in a husk whisper. She shivered as the hot air landed on her ear. Her right arm found it's way around his torso, her hand landing on his shoulder blade. She hugged him closer to her.

"dreamt about what?" she asked, not in whisper, but it was still low. It was some moments before the man could've answered. She could tell that he was looking for the right words, words that won't scar her. The thing with what he's talking about is that it didn't have any other words to describe it, to call it, even address it. She waited for him to muster up the courage to say the words, she made sure her mind and ears were ready to hear them. She heard the birds chirp, sing in pairs outside, in contrast to the silent room. She felt his grip tighten around her, signaling that he was going to say what he was thinking of. ' I won't run away' she thought, she smiled at that, who knows, maybe she would've run as soon as he told her.

"about the revolution…the American Revolution" he said in hurried whisper. He didn't want to say it, he knew the name, and the subject itself was a burden for her. But it wasn't like he could've called it by any other name, he had to say it. ' she has to get over it' he thought to himself.

She closed her eyes, and tightened her grip on him, a lump on her throat made itself noticeable to her. "yeah" she began, trying her best to make sure her voice didn't crack. " Yeah I dreamt of it"

" This isn't the first time in this month huh?" he questioned her. 'It's only June' he thought. He heard her sigh, as she loosened her grip on him, he felt the girl pull herself away from him. He let her, just made sure his grip on her waist was stable, in case she was planning to run. 'weird' he though 'she would usually be calling me names by now, insulting me in any way.. His train of thought was broken as he felt a hand brush against his face. He looked down to the girl with ash blonde hair. " No" she clearly said " don't worry about it I'll be fine."

"When did you start dreaming about it? It's not even July, hell the first week of June isn't even over yet."

" I don't know when they started," she started, she slowly sat up, going towards the edge of the bed, suddenly she was brought down. She completely forgot that his arms were wrapped around her waist. She falls, landing on him, her back on his chest.

"No no no no no!" he yelled, "I don't wanna get up yet! It's too early!"

" For the love of- America let me go!" she yelled back, arms flailing " and what do you mean 'early' you git? It's already 8, we have a world meeting at 10, and two hours would not be enough to get ready and go there!"

" but I'm still tired" he protested.

"So am I" she said finally calming down, " You're not the one who has to get use to this time difference" she muttered.

" Yeah well I had to deal with that every time I go to Europe" he said cheerfully "Plus, you weren't the one who was waiting on the airport"

" I told you, I just could've went to the hotel and check in, no big deal."

" That's a very big deal" he said, sounding very childish

" How is that so?"

" France is there. Only God knows what he could do to you if he found out where you were staying."

" Where are you going with this Alfred?

" I'm just saying, that I saved you from something that could've been a very unfortunate night by letting you stay with me.." he broke off his sentence, "like the hero I am" she smiled as she heard him say 'hero'.

"Okay hero," she started, her hand grabbing his, slowly tearing them apart so that his arms would let her go "I say we get up, get ready for the meeting and go hm?" she looked at him as he pouted, "fine" he finally said.

"Go take a shower first okay? I'll go downstairs and heat up some water to make tea…and coffee."

"okay" at this they parted, she made her way to the kitchen, while he made his way to the bathroom.

She walks down the stairs, one hand on the railing, holding it loosely. For some reason she felt that she needed assistance to walk down the stairs. "Bloody jet lags" she muttered to herself. As soon as she entered the kitchen, the rays of light blinded her, she shaded her eyes with her left hand. America's weather is so different from England. In England, it was full of rain, not that she didn't mind. In America the sunlight was not shy to show how bright it was. She walked over to the window adjust the blinds. She smiled to herself as a pleasant memory replayed in her mind. 'I remember when I was in Spain….' she stopped herself, she was thinking about Spain. Spain of all things! Her enemy in the expansion and colonial times. She shook her head, trying to put the memory back where it belonged. She went through the cupboard and, trying to find a tea pot and some cups. As soon as she found one, she filled it with water, and put it over the stove. Then again, she went through cupboards, looking for the coffee and tea. She considered herself to be lucky, Alfred had tea. A few seconds after finding the tea and coffee, the tea pot began to whistle. She turns the stove off and lets the tea pot stay where it is. After a minute or so, she grabbed a cup on the counter and slowly filled it with the hot water, she did the same to the other cup. As she began to take a tea bag out of the box, her head started to throb. She drops the tea bag, landing without a sound on the floor. Her hands slowly made its way to the temples of her head, slowly massaging it. She closed her eyes, and yet again she sees a blue eyed boy looking down on her. Slowly he turned away, leaving her in the rain.

She was suddenly snapped out of her trance, as she felt a hand placed on her right shoulder. Her eyes suddenly opened, and she found that she was still in the kitchen. Her hands were still on the temples of her head, still massaging it. Suddenly a voice was heard.

" Are you okay?, are you sick? Is it the jetlag?" the source of the voice was behind her. His hand griping her shoulder.

"I'm fine" she started as she set the cup down. " just a head ache is all"

" if you don't feel so well you should stay here, I mean there is a meeting tomorrow"

" no I'm fine, I think if I drink some tea, and take a shower or something I'll be fine."

"but-"

" America please, I'm fine I just had a small headache I'm fine"

"but Ali-"

"America" she finally said " you're not really helping me here, please be quiet" at this he let her shoulder go and went through the fridge. He turned around, slowly eyeing her make his coffee. He noticed the tea bag by her foot. " uhm, England," he started, she turned to face him, mixing the coffee.

"hm?' she asked looking up at him.

"there's a tea bag by your foot"

"oh.." at this she set his cup of coffee on the counter, and grabbed the tea bag on the floor. "I forgot that I dropped it" she said, eyes closed, smiling 'please don't sense anything Al, please don't' she thought. He walked towards her and hugs her.

" Why don't you leave me here, in charge of the kitchen while you take a shower hm?, you should just calm down for now. And when you're done, I'll have tea ready for you" she squirmed as soon as he embraced her. The man, was always childish and immature, but then again he did grow up, maybe.

"what do you want for breakfast?" he asked before letting her go.

" Anything but hamburgers and fries" she said as she goes towards the stairs.

" fine" he pouted as he looked into the fridge. Slowly he heard her footsteps get weaker and weaker, and finally he couldn't hear it at all. He closed the fridge, and looked at the directions of the stairs. 'something bothering her.' he thought ' I think it's about the revolution…but why now? My birthday is a month away…..well less than a month away….I may have to call Wales for more information, knowing Alice, she wouldn't say a thing to me….'

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And I think I made America here a little bit too caring. I'm so sorry guys.