Chapter 3: The American Revolution

I wrote this chapter at around one in the morning so it might be kinda crappy, but I'll update it with changes to make it better soon. (But first I need my beauty sleep.;)

Eventually someone pressed play on the projector. There was a moment of silence before words appeared on the screen. 'The American Revolution'. Everyone looked over at England. He didn't say anything.

The first thing they saw was America about the age of six or seven outside a door. The door was slightly ajar and he was peering inside. Inside the door were France and England arguing.

Canada came up to America and asked,"Are they fighting again?" To which America nodded. "What is it about this time?"

"Probably something stupid,"America answered,"I tried to asks them, but England just shooed me away and told me it was big country stuff."

Canada rolled his eyes and said,"Honestly they should just make up and make out. It's annoying that they don't just kiss already."

America laughed and said,"Seriously."

Present day England and France looked at Canada. Canada looked back at them with a goofy grin. For a moment he was trying to hold back his laughter, but eventually it got the better of him and he burst out laughing.

Everyone's attention was turned back to the screen when past France yelled,"I didn't want this to happen, okay?! My people choose this decision against my judgement and I can't do anything to change their opinion!"

There was a pause where present day France muttered,"Oh, I remember this. But what does this have to do with the revolution?"

A few seconds passed where Canada and America peeked through the crack in the doorway.

"You do not know how much this breaks my heart," past France continued,"but I need you to take care of him. You'll do that for me right?"

Past England looked at him for a second before saying,"Alright. But it's your fault if he ends up traumati-" he was cut off by past France hugging him and thanking him. "Oh alright don't be all emotional."

"Aww they're in love!" past America said, to which past Canada laughed. But the laughter stopped when past France walked out of the room and saw Canada and America.

"Little spies. You should be in bed," he teased with a broken smile. He wished that they hadn't been awake. It would have been easier for all of them.

America and Canada giggled, but it didn't last long. France walked to the front door and Canada gave him a confused look. "Hey, where are you going?" When France had reached the door and he didn't get an answer he continued to trot after France and ask,"Why are you leaving? Hey. Hey come back!"

France opened the door, turned his head toward Canada and said,"Au revoir, Canada. J'espère te revoir un jour. (Goodbye, Canada. I hope to see you again one day.)"

At this a few tears ran down past Canada's face. America noticed this and turned hostile. France was just closing the door when he heard America yell,"Come back here you made him cry! Hey!" The door closed on the child's voice. America's face turned angry and he walked over to Canada, took his hand, and led him to the room France and England had just been in.

England looked a little surprised at seeing the two children walk into the room. He started saying, "Um. Aren't you supposed to be in b-"

He was interrupted by America saying,"What's happening? This makes no sense and you better tell me the truth or else." And with that he crossed his arms and looked at England.

"Or else what?" England asked jokingly.

America paused for a second before saying,"I-I don't know but something not too great." He felt very proud of how well he played of his situation.

Past England rolled his eyes and smiled. But the smile faded as soon as he realized what he needed to tell them. "Well you see. France is a little busy at the moment, so I'll be taking care of you for now."

"Is he coming back?" Canada asked.

England was caught off guard for a second before he answered saying,"Of coarse he is! We're countries so we live forever. So it's more than likely that you'll see him again." Canada looked a little reassured, but it wasn't exactly what he had wanted to hear.

He responded with a simple 'okay' before he left the room and went back to bed.

The screen faded out then it came back up. The image was America and Canada in a bedroom. They were each about twelve or so. Canada was sitting on the bed and America was pacing the room. "So." America started,"The plan is to get people to stop leaving. We ca-"

Canada cut him off saying,"America our friends that are human don't leave. They aren't like us they di-"

America cut him off saying,"No, Canada. Like England said they just went on a little vacation. Davie just went on a vacation okay?" He sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than convince Canada.

"America that was nearly five years ago. Davie is dead."

"No he's not! He was my friend, friends don't just leave like that so he's not dead. No one's dead. France left years ago and he's not dead, yeah?"

"Yeah but that's different he's a countr-"

"And England leaves sometimes to go back to his country, but he's not dead right?"

"Yeah, bu-"

"So that would mean that Davie, along with all of our other friends that left, aren't dead. They just left somewhere! And I think that they're all going to the same place. So we have to find out where everyone's going and get them back!" America concluded.

It was heartbreaking to watch this. He was so full of grief from the deaths of human friends that he needed to make something up to feel okay.

The screen cut to an image of fourteen year old America running into Canada's room. "Hey Canada I-!" He was cutoff at seeing that his room was empty. He hung his head and murmured,"Right. He left." America walked back to his room.

The screen cut to an image of fifteen year old America running through a field at night. He flopped onto the ground and looked up at all of the stars. There was a pause before America asked,"Why can't we just be like stars? Always close to each other but far enough to have space. And some stars are closer to other stars." There was another pause before America proclaimed,"One day I'm gonna be up there with the stars. I wish I was a star."

The screen faded black before the next image came up. Fifteen year old America was laying on his bed and thinking when he suddenly sat up at the knock of a door. He ran to the front door and opened it. There stood England. "Hello, America!" He said with a smile,"I finally got some time to come visit you."

"Cool! Do you have work to do?" America asked dreading the answer.

"Sadly yes. But I'll get it done quickly," was England's response.

America responded with,"'Kay." He dropped his smile when England closed the door to his room. America trudged back to his room and walked over to his desk. "Well, it's now or never. Maybe if I become my own country then I can visit anyone I want any time," he said hopefully.

Present day England put his hand over his mouth. He didn't know that that was all he had wanted.

America held his breath and walked into England's office. "Oh hello America. I'll be with you in a moment I just have to finish th-"

He was cutoff by America placing a piece of paper on his desk. England read over it quickly. It was a declaration of freedom. Almost like a warning that England should let America go. England set the paper aside and said,"That's very creative but right now-"

"We can either do this the easy way or the hard way,"America said. England looked up at him in disbelief then shook his head and looked back down at his work. America shrugged and said,"Fine. You always were prone to fighting."

England stood up, realizing he was serious, and said,"You aren't doing this."

America turned to him and shouted,"Everyone I have ever cared about has left me! First it was Native America, then it was France, then it was Canada, then friends started dying around me, then you started leaving too! And yeah you would come back now and again, but it wasn't for long! And sometimes I ask myself if it's something wrong with me that drives people away! Now it's my turn to leave!" At this America turned and left, slamming the door in the process. He left England there seething in rage.

The screen cut to a scene where America and a group other people in crazy getups raided a British ship. They grabbed the crates of tea and hurled them into the Boston Harbor. They cheered as each crate fell into the black water below.

America and the other men hurried off the boat before they could be caught by officers. One man clapped America on the back and said,"Wow, what a tea party!" To which America and a few other people in the vicinity laughed at.

The screen again cut to an image of shock. America was in his uniform and he was wielding a musket. He had an army behind him and there was an army behind England who was in front of him across the battlefield. England aimed his gun and said,"End this while you still can, America. You don't want to make me do something I'll regret."

America simply answered with,"You lead me down this dark path, but of course I'm the one you blame for the aftermath." At this shots filled the air and the first battle began.

It was a chaotic bloodbath. People yelling all around and there was blood. So much blood. The battle only ended when the American troops retreated. Many of them were either dead or injured along with America. He'd been shot in the arm.

Back at the camp it was dark outside and America was in a tent with other people. There were voices of important people talking, strategizing. America finished writing something and went to one of the men. America prodded him and handed him the letter. The man smiled at him and said,"I don't think I could've written it better myself."

America beamed at him with determination,"Thanks, Alexander."

Alexander pointed to someone else and said,"Make sure to give it to the general."

America nodded and went over to someone else. The man took the letter and nodded.

After this occurence America walked out of the tent. It was freezing. He could even see his breath. The ground was frosted over and it had started to snow as a bitter wind swept across the camp. The camp was practically empty, but as America reached a tent in the middle of the camp he heard screams of pain and agony. He walked into the tent and there were at least twenty injured men on cots. The frostbite wasn't helping anything.

America went over to an old nurse and asked if he could do anything to help. The nurse gave him a warm smile and said,"I would love that, but it's much too late at night for a young man like you to be awake. As a nurse I have to insist that you get some sleep." America smiled and thanked her and left.

The screen cut again to a scene at night where many soldiers were inboats crossing the Hudson River. It was cold enough to make small ice rafts in the water. Once they came ashore they marched into the British camp and the battle began. America checked every tent until he found England. He was dead asleep. America put his gun right next to England's ear and smiled as he pulled the trigger. A deafening shot ran through England's ear and he screamed. America ran out of the tent laughing.

Present day England commented,"I couldn't hear well out of that ear for two months after that."

Then the screen went black again then it started again. It was the battle in Fort Sumpter, South Carolina. There were rockets and bombs being blown into the sky. America had been pinned to the ground by England was standing over America. He had his boot pressed on America's neck and he was aiming his gun at America's forehead. America's gun had been kicked away. England gave a little laugh and said,"It's over for you now. We'll take this fort and end this bloody war."

America sneered and croaked out,"There's just one problem." He then lifted his leg and kicked England in the crotch. England fell over cursing. America grabbed England's gun and aimed it at England and said,"I think you've picked the wrong fight." Then he fired the gun and missed England by a few centimeters.

The countries watching looked over at England. "I think this is where the war started to go downhill for you,"Russia said.

They continued to watch as the screen flicked to a scene where America was pointing his gun at England who was out of breath and was hunched over with his musket. America was slightly out of breath too. "It's over England."

England looked up at him with questions in his eyes,"Why did you have to do this?"

America simply answered,"I'm not usually the type to hold a grudge, but you've affected me. And now, I'm nothing but rage."

At these words England shot up and ran at America. America didn't expect this and stood in shock. England used his gun like a bat to try to hit America over the head a few times, but America used his gun to block the blows. America kicked England a few times and hit him in the shoulder twice with his musket.

England sat on his knees with his gun held loosely in one hand while he held his shoulder with the other. America walked over and grabbed England's hair to make him face America. "Just let me go!" America yelled then stabbed England in the shoulder with the tip of his bayonet. England cried out in agony and America shot the gun which made England fall backward on the ground.

England stayed on the ground and cried. He had lost. Him, a mighty superpower, had lost to a simple colony. How? How could he have gone so low? He sat and pitied himself until the screen faded out.

"Geez you were a crybaby," France said looking over at England.

"Oh shut up!" Was his answer.

The screen came back up to America and Canada walking down a hallway. "I'm so excited but also super nervous," America said.

"Well, my first world meeting was fine. But there are some countries to look out for like England and Spain and Russia. They can be pretty scary if they try. There are other weirdo countries too, but I'm not one to gossip." Canada said.

America replied,"Oh I'm not worried about people trying to overtake me. If they aren't trying to hurt me then why be afraid? In all reality I would love to meet one of those countries (besides England cause I sorta just ended a war with him)! I think it would be cool to meet a really powerful empire or something."

Canada laughted and put his hand on the door handle, but before he walked inside he turned to America and said with a smile,"Oh, and when you become all famous and stuff don't forget about me."

"Why would I do that? Plus I'm not gonna be famous,"America said before Canada opened the door.

The countries that were watching laughted at America's last comment.

I knew that I needed to add this chapter, but I couldn't think of anything too feels without it being cliché. So, I sorta spared you guys with this chapter, but yea. Also, thank you guys somuch for all of your support for this fanfic! I love getting reviews and questions from you guys, so don't be afraid to talk to me. I might be writing about heart wrenching situations, but I don't bite! (I promise) See you bros in the next chapter!