American Revolution

I don't know why, but eight o' clock in the morning, America had come knocking on my door.

"A-America, what are you doing here?" I asked, starting to wonder why he looked so distressed…

"England… I'm sorry… I'm-I'm so, so sorry… I'm sorry for what I did, I didn't know that-" America tried to talk in between sobs, and near the end of his sentence, started crying.

"America, what the bloody hell do you mean?" I asked, leading him into the living room, closing the door behind me.

I sat next to America, holding him close, trying to calm him down.

It was at least ten minutes later that he had finally stopped crying. "America, what is it? Why were you crying?" I asked in a soothing voice.

He drew in a deep breath before saying, "E-England… I'm so, so sorry…"

"America, I still don't get what you are apologizing for. What happened?" I asked quietly.

"The Revolutionary War England… I'm so sorry… I never thought that it had…that it would-"

The war? Now this concerned me. America and I had rarely talked about this. Self-consciously we both knew it was a sensitive subject for the other, so we never talked about it. So what suddenly made the lad think about the war now?

"What suddenly made you think of this, America?"

I felt him trembling under my arms, this was not good. Nothing had ever scared him this much. "I…I had a dream about it." America admitted. "It went through that day…"

"A dream about it, hmm?" I said thoughtfully, "Now what were you trying to say earlier?"

America waited a few more moments until he was calm enough to explain. "I…I never thought that it had done so much damage to you England. That it would cause you so many years of sadness…"

I tensed for a second, thinking of what America said. It was the truth. It had taken me years to get over the fact that America had gone against me, it was even hard to look at him in the face the later years.

"Please America…" I said in a shaky voice, "Please don't bring this up…" I wiped my eyes.

"England, I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do – who to talk to – I just, I don't know!"

I suddenly started to feel dizzy, and every time he tried to talk, I couldn't hear anything, just his lips moving, and no sound.

Looking around, I suddenly fainted.

I opened my eyes again, and I saw America and I.

The Revolutionary War…

A dream! America said he had had a dream about the war! Is this what he had been talking about?

"Hey Britain, all I want is my freedom!" You could easily hear America yell. "I'm no longer a child, nor your little brothers from now on, consider me independent!"

Independence. Freedom. Those are both things America had always strived for.

I continued watching the scene in front of me, as America pointed his musket at me.

They stared at each other, America's filled with anger, mine with disbelief.

I've always wondered how he raised that musket at me, how he held it there. And the anger that blinded his eyes. Even if this was a dream, the anger in his eyes still made me tremble.

It was quiet. The rain kept on coming down. Until I had run towards America, my musket raised to his face. If he hadn't blocked it with his own, he could've died.

I was glad that he had blocked that attack. If it would hit him, I would've never forgiven myself.

Silence passed through the air, besides the quiet pitter-patter of the rain when it hit the ground. I stood watching, my hands were in fists and my face was burning with anger. America, why did he have to hurt me so much, just to get freedom? Why had he not realized that this event was like him shooting me in the heart?

My younger-self panted before yelling, "I won't allow it! You idiot why can't you follow anything through to the end?"

"Ready! Aim!"

He lowered his musket, not able to shoot him. I couldn't shoot him at the time. He had meant so much to me… "There's no way I can shoot you, I can't." he dropped to his knees, starting to cry, "Why? Damn it why? It's not fair." He choked out.

It all made sense. Why America had suddenly shown up at his doorstep. Why he constantly apologized. It all made sense now. But why did it take seeing this to know?

"You know why." America explained sadly. "What happened? I remember when you were great."

And then, I was suddenly awake again. America was sitting beside me on a chair, his head resting in his lap.

He must've been worried about me… I thought, sitting up quietly. "Hey…" was all I could manage, and I watched as America looked up at me.

A/N I never would've thought this would be so easy to write, but it was.

I wouldn't have written this unless DbzAphluver, Ireland-EliyOHara and OreoF T Cookie suggested it. So, if you are reading this, I give you a big thank you~

It's a possibility I'll write more, but again, if you want~