A/N: Wuzzup everyone? How's it going~? I'm back and ready to go! So, this is like chapter one, but from America's point of view. And you all know the inside stuff, so you get more information with this view! Next chapter will most likely be the last chapter.


America fidgeted, staring at the large ranch towering above him. He could hear his colonies walk along the giant expanse of land towards him above the hiss of the rain falling. He bit his lip and his mind raced with the possibilities of the very near future. Would the kids remember everything? Would England find out first? Would all of this really go according to plan?

"It's all settled then", he asked. "Everyone knows what their doing?"

"Everyone knows", Pennsylvania answered for the group. "I'm giving the signal and the others know the key word. All we need to do is go inside."

America released a long breath through his nose. "Alright." He stepped inside.


He gave each colony a pat on the head as they marched through the door. He watched each of the thirteen pass beneath the frame, feeling his heart clench as the numbers dwindled until it was only him left in the narrow hallway.

What had he just sent these kids into? They could die! And it was his fault!

No.

It was all because of England. England had caused these measures. England wanted them all gone. And they were proving to him that they weren't ready to go just yet.

The thought gave him a small beam of satisfaction.

God. England wanted the colonies gone. He wanted America gone. After everything the stuffy old man had put them through, he wanted them all gone!

America trudged into the room, the anger burning through him like acid. It tore through his heart, eating away at him, when he finally laid eyes on the Brit.

"Ameri-"

"What do you want", America hissed. He glanced at his colonies and his hands clenched. He was doing this for them. "What more could you possibly want?"

England frowned. America found it slightly cheering that it was caused because of him. "You know what I want. I'm sure they've already told you. After they handed them over."

America turned to look at the thirteen of them. Several were watching the carpet, the same ones who had similar looks on when America mentioned it. His eyes shot to the small movement from Pennsylvania. He followed her gaze to see Vermont nod back. With her same hair and eye color as most of her siblings, they all had hoped England wouldn't notice her disappearance.

America faced England again, every muscle coiled, waiting. He felt even more resolved than ever. "They have. And what right do you have to take them? They're mine!"

Stall, stall. Vermont needed to find the electrical paneling or whatever. Stupid electricity. It was such a pain.

"And you are mine."

It felt like a slap in the face. His eyes narrowed. "Not for much longer."

"I sincerely hope I did not hear what just spilled out of your disgusting mouth correctly America. I might just have to take you back home with me."

Terror shot through him like lightening. "You wouldn't dare", he growled. Like hell he'd be dragged back by this bastard to that God-forsaken place. His eyes widened and his pulse jumped, but he forced his fear down as England stepped around his desk to stand in front of Connecticut. America could swear he saw a bead of sweat roll down his face.

"Come now, hand it over", England held his palm out. "You are one of the few still holding onto their charters."

America's jaw tightened. This was it. He began to step back, motioning for the colonies to herd towards the door. He kept his eyes on the strawberry blond.

Connecticut was reaching out, a slim roll of paper in his hand.

"That's a good lad", England was saying, but the rest was drowned out by the pounding of blood in America's ears.

"…don't want the ink to stain the oak."

America spotted New Hampshire dart out the door. Hopefully he would find Vermont in time…

"That's fine, boy. Thank you-"

America flinched as the lights went out. He whirled, ushering the other ten colonies out of the room as quickly and quietly as possibly. Connecticut shot out last and he grinned when he found the charter back in his hands.

He followed the tide of pounding feet outside the house.

"Everyone stay put for a second." America ran to the back of the house, the rain already sticking his clothes to his skin. He wiped his face as he tried to get the droplets out of his eyes. He knocked on the rain-spattered window.

The utter surprise in England's eyes as they turned to him brought a smile to his face.

When he re-grouped with the colonies again, he couldn't help the laughter that bubbled in his chest.


"You shouldn't have done that", Rhode Island chided America as they headed down the muddy dirt road.

"But it was hilarious! You should have seen England's face", the blond laughed. His grin widened when the giggles of the other colonies reached his ears.

"We could've been caught", Pennsylvania told him sternly, frowning.

Virginia re-adjusted the bandana on her head, tsking with frustration when the rain still ran down her face. "Oh, let him have his fun, Pennsylvania. Eyebrows got what he deserved."

America snorted.

"Come on", Connecticut interjected. "We need to hide this – fast. Who knows when England will come after us."

"Eyebrows", North Carolina snickered, nudging Virginia with his elbow. She grinned back at him.


The rain had finally stopped, leaving the air humid and the ground sparkly with droplets unable to be soaked into the already saturated earth. The sun was struggling to break through the gray, overcast sky as the fourteen teenagers huddled under a large tree.

"Is this the one", America asked, tilting his head back to examine the height of the oak.

Connecticut nodded. He pointed to a notch in the tree halfway up the trunk. "We can put it up there."

"Alright", New York cheered. "Let's get her up there!" Connecticut let out a shriek (a manly one, mind you) as he felt arms wrap around his knees and he was suddenly four feet on the air. New York grinned up at him.

"Thanks", Connecticut shot at him before shoving the document into the hollow.

"What do we do now", Virginia asked.

"We make sure England doesn't find it."


A/N: MOAR HEAD CANON:

If you look up how Connecticut's charter was stolen, someone actually cut the lights before it could be handed over. So, that's why things happened as it did!