A/N: Whoo! This is it guys! It's the last one! I hope you like it! I had a ton of fun coming up with these OC's, and it was really interesting to write this! I hope you all had a great time with this as well, and thanks for all the views!
Oh, I forgot to mention there will be an epilogue! ^^ That'll be out on Monday, I promise! So you won't have to wait long~!
"That went perfectly", America cheered. His words were met with a chorus of whoops and whistles. America took in the exhilarated faces of all his colonies squeezed into his living room. His grin widened so much his cheeks hurt, but he couldn't stop the joy swelling in his heart.
"That'll teach stupid England", South Carolina cried.
North Carolina ruffled his twin sister's light brown hair. "Eyebrows won't know what happened! I bet that he'll search and search and get so frustrated!"
"That was a pretty clever idea, Connecticut", Pennsylvania said, nodding at her brother. He smiled.
"I guess I will have to come up with a even more grand idea of my own soon", Massachusetts said, patting Connecticut's shoulder. "We can't have you receiving all the attention."
"Was something this extensive really necessary", Delaware sighed.
"Of course", Rhode Island shouted. "Anything to get back at England."
"Eyebrows", Virginia called out, giggling.
"But now he might be even more angry and treat us even worse", Delaware continued. "We should have just had Connecticut hand it over, like all the others."
"What does it matter", America asked, standing up. "We're telling England that we won't take it anymore!"
The hard glint in his eyes disappeared instantly at the sound of a knock.
"Could it be-"
He placed a finger against his lips to silence Vermont. A small girl with blonde hair that curled to her shoulders crawled into her lap. Vermont wrapped her arms around the small state of Maryland.
"America! Come out here at once!"
America took in a sharp breath of air. Maryland let out a small squeak and buried her face in Vermont's shoulder.
"America! I know that you're home! I will not call you out again!"
"Everyone to his or her room. But stay quiet!" America waited for the children to hurry up the stairs to their respective rooms, wincing at each creak or heavy footfall, before going to open the front door for England.
"Oh, good evening, Dad", he greeted, rolling his eyes at the red-faced Brit. His eyes were shiny with rage and his hair was in disarray. His clothes were wrinkled and stuck to his thin frame in places where the fabric hadn't dried completely.
"Don't start with me, boy", England snapped. He tried to step through the doorway, narrowing his eyes when America stayed where he was. "Where is it?"
"Where is what?"
"You bloody know what!" America could see the man shake with the poorly suppressed anger. "The charter!"
"Oh! That little paper thing, right?"
England pinched the bridge of his nose, "Yes. The paper. You have it. I need it."
"Oh. Well, I don't have it."
"What do you mean you don't have it", England screamed.
America flinched. "You don't have to yell", he told him, feeling uneasy. He resisted the urge to flick his gaze upwards. His colonies were probably fine – scared, but fine – and he couldn't risk England having an inkling to search upstairs.
"You have to have it." It sounded almost like a whine.
"But I don't."
"Let me in."
"Why?"
"Because I don't believe you."
America snorted. "When did you ever believe me…"
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Let me in."
"Invasion of privacy!"
England cursed under his breath and forced his way past America into the house. "You don't have that right."
"Welcome in", America hissed, slamming the door shut.
"Where in the bleeding blazes is it", England cried in frustration. America frowned as another pillow was tossed haphazardly across the room.
"Well, as you can tell, it isn't here. Can you stop ripping apart the furniture?"
England pulled the sofa away from the wall to check behind it. "Only after you tell me where you've put the document."
"I've already told you! I don't have it!"
"Oh, stop with that rubbish and just hand it over."
"Why do you assume I have it? This is Connecticut's charter."
"Because this was your plan, was it not? You're too dimwitted to conceive anything near constructive, so where else could it be but here at your house?"
America leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. England was suspecting them. This was bad. If he figured anything out…time to sound stupid. "If I'm dimwitted, how could I plan a plan?"
England, shaking his head, muttered another sentence under his breath and leaned over a writing desk. He began searching through a mess of papers. After a moment, he straightened. "Where is Connecticut?"
"He's your colony, not mine."
England rubbed his temples and sighed. "Where did I go wrong with raising you?"
America jumped to his feet, anger filling his stomach like burning pitch. "Get out."
"Excuse me?"
"I said get out. Now."
"America, I am trying to help you. It would all be made easier if you just-"
"Get out", the younger screamed.
"The charter, Ameri-"
"You will not get any damned charter! You will never get another charter so long as you live. And I will fight you with everything I have for every single one you took." He was close enough to England that he could feel the heat from the other's angry pants, see his reflection in his cold, hard, emerald eyes. "Leave now. Before I start the war right here, Daddy."