American Revolution

I sat on my bed glumly, staring blankly at the wall. Who would have thought that 2 hours to yourself, would give you so much time to think. And I was just mad at myself. When I told America to leave me alone, I had no reason to sound so upset. All he had done was be kind to me. But just talking about it, I had no idea what to think about it. My thoughts were all jumbled, and I couldn't even think straight. I've never been like this before.

If I was so upset about it, confused even, did I want to know what America was going to say?

Just like my thoughts, I wasn't sure. I mean, I want to know what he says, what he thinks, but then there is always the possibility I can end up crying. Like now.

A quiet knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts with a jolt. "England, are you alright?" A soft voice asked from the other side of the door.

"Y-yeah, 'm fine." I managed to say in-between sobs and hiccups. I wiped the tears that were streaming down my face, placing it on my knees.

There was long, pregnant pause, before he spoke up, "England, can you please let me in?" he asked in a voice so quiet, I nearly couldn't hear him.

I waited a few more seconds, before I slowly got up from my bed, and walked to the door. I took a long breath before I stubbornly said, "I'm not sure if I want to…"

"It is okay, England," said America softly, "you don't need to." I heard America sit down, leaning against the door.

I dropped to the ground, tears streaming down my face. Through my tears, I kept on repeating his name over and over.

"Shh, England, it's okay. I'll just wait."

America has never been this caring, it's nice. "Th-thank you America."

He sighed contently, choosing to remain quiet. He mumbled something, but I couldn't exactly hear what he said. "W-what did you say, America?"

"I-It's no problem." America replied in a shaky voice. Almost as if he had been crying earlier…

After a few more minutes, I finally started to calm down. I listened quietly, as I heard America's leveled breathing. I bit my lip, "America…" I mumbled, as I hugged my knees closely to my chest.

"Yes, what is it, England?" asked America.

I let out a sigh, before saying, "You can tell me your part of the story America…"

"Are…you sure?"

"Yes," I reassured him.

"All right, if you say so…" A shaky breath was heard, and then America said, "When I…when I declared the war, I-I didn't mean to hurt you so much." He said, his voice louder than before, yet still so insecure. "It hurt you, I understand that, but it did to me almost as much. It honestly did. I had to watch my people, die for what they believed in. That's nice that they stood for that, also through to the end, but it just hurt me so much." America said, nearly choking on tears at the end of the sentence.

I wanted to get up, to help him, but I…I just couldn't stand. My legs refused to let me. So I just sat there, staring blankly at the wall.

He cleared his throat, and continued, "And adding to the fact that I watched them die, I also – I also had to kill people. I wasn't too fond of the idea of taking another person's life. In fact, most days, I would cry myself to sleep."

"America, I'm terribly sorry to interrupt you, but, may I ask a question?"

"Yes, what is it, England?" He asked.

I drew in a deep breath, before saying. "I-is it true that you did that? Cried yourself to sleep, I mean?"

Silence pulsed through the air, and I heard America's leveled breathing. "Yes, that is true. I have no reason to lie to you, England. Every word I am saying is true. I wouldn't…I would never lie about things like this." He clarified.

"I'm sorry, I was just wondering. You may continue."

There were three deep breaths, and I heard him count to three in a nearly inaudible voice. "'Kay," he said aloud, "As the years went by, the war of course was still going on. Sometimes throughout the years, I had thoughts giving up the idea of liberty, but then again, that would let my people down."

I bit my lips, on the verge of crying again, but I held them back. Had he really thought that deeply? To be honest, that idea, those thoughts, almost made me.

America sighed loudly, and there was shuffling. "'Sorry England, to make you talk about it this, forcing you to listen to me. I don't see how any of this could work, how we dreamt about the same thing. I don't think there is an answer to this." He sighed again, I heard him stand. "I'll just leave; it's probably the best for now. Have a good day."

I blinked, remaining silent. It's not like I wanted to. I was taking in what he had said. Wait a minute – he was going to leave?! I scrambled to stand up, unlocked the door in a hurry, and flung it open. America had already walked half of the corridor.

"Don't go!" I exclaimed, as I ran to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Please don't go, America, please."

"Whoa, England, geez. To get me to stop, you could have simply asked me, but I suppose that works too." I felt his arms wrap around me. "It's alright. Just calm down." He said calmly, as he caressed my hair.

I pulled away, holding him at arm's length, and punched his chest lightly. "You can't expect me to simply tell you things that I haven't told a single soul and then leave half-way through yours!" I said sincerely.

America shook his head, "I'm sorry," apologized America, while closing his eyes tightly. "I just don't know what to think. Do you want me to finish telling ya?"

I nodded, "Yes, please." I agreed with America. I don't see how any of this would work. Or how there could be an answer, but I just couldn't leave it there.

"Okay then." uttered America, and for the first time since he arrived, he sounded like himself. Confident, and energetic. He grabbed my hand, pulling me along behind him. "I'll finish it, but let's go for a walk. We can use the fresh air, don't ya think so?"

I stumbled along, trying to keep up with his pace, and gripped his hand. "Sure, if you want to, America." I agreed quietly. I stopped, as did America. "B-but I'm a mess! I can't go out in public like this!"

Alfred turned toward me, frowning. "If ya want to clean yourself up before we go, you can. I'm not going to let you humiliate yourself." His thumb caressed my cheek, wiping away a tear that had trickled down. "'s not like I would get mad at you." He let go of my hand, and his hand gently pulled away from my cheek. "Take all the time you need." He grinned, ruffling my hair.

I nodded, and walked passed him. Gradually making my way to the bathroom, I thought of all the things he had told me.

As soon as I got to the bathroom, I turned on the faucet so that cold water ran out. I splashed the water onto my face, shivering as it made contact with my skin. I grabbed the hand towel, and started to dry my face. I held the towel in my hand, staring at my reflection. I frowned, trying to fix my tousled hair, of course, it hadn't worked.

I heard a quiet knock on the door, along with a chuckle. I looked over at the open door, wide-eyed, watching as America grinned. "What is it?" I asked.

A smile graced his lips while I finished talking. "Nothing really. Just funny how you can never really keep that hair in its place."

"Oh you shut it." I said, smiling back at him.

He laughed again. "Okay, okay, I will. Are ya ready to go? Or you still need time?"

"No-no, we could go." I said, maybe a bit too quickly.

America took my hand in his once again, tugging it lightly. "C'mon then!"

"Oi, there's no need for you to pull my hand to get me moving! You know I can walk."

"Yup, I know." America chirped happily, holding my hand as he walked beside me. I bit my lip, my eyes glancing up towards America. "Do you have any place in mind you want to go to?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Not at all. I just want to walk." America opened the door, and pulled me along.

I pulled my hand away from his, rather forcefully too. "What if people see us, America? They'll probably get the wrong idea of us..." I mumbled the last part of the sentence, looking down at the ground.

America ignored me, and grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently. "I don't care what they think, England. They don't know us, so they shouldn't even think of such thing. People really shouldn't judge others so quickly without actually knowing the person in the first place." He grinned down at me. "Besides, you always held mine when I was younger, am I right?"

"Yes, you're right about people being quick to judge others. But America, that was when we were younger! You were like a little brother!" I said, trying to take his hand away from mine.

He gripped my hand again; it was firm, but not tight. "So, what's the difference now?" asked America.

I blushed, avoiding all the weird looks that were set upon the both of us. I sighed, "America, you're older now, people will think we're seeing each other."

Alfred waved his hand. "As I stated, think what they might, I don't care. But, you wanted to hear the rest of it, right?"

"Yes, you can now."

"Alright then…" he paused, "That one day, when I had held that musket at you, I honestly didn't know what I was thinking. I didn't want to shoot you. Never, ever, would I be able to do that."

I shivered, being reminded of what he had looked like in the dream. I let out a whine, and held his hand tightly.

"You doin' fine, England?"

I jumped, loosening my grip, and let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. "I-I'm sorry, I was thinking." I closed my eyes tightly, "I remembered, that look in your eyes, it just scares me." I shivered, and let out a sigh.

"But out of those years, all of the misery I put myself into, the worse one for me was seeing you on the ground crying at my knees. Right then, I knew what pain you went through. You were betrayed. Those hurt me the most."

I looked up at America again. His eyes were distant, and he closed them. "America? America, are you listening to me?" I squeezed his hand.

"Y-yes, sorry." He apologized.

"Please stop with the apologies, America. I know, you are truly sorry, I know."

He nodded weakly, "Yeah, I know." America said quickly, "On that day, why I looked so hateful, was probably because I hadn't gotten much sleep. Every time when I closed my eyes, I would hear these screams of agony, yells for help. I was so horrifying that I couldn't sleep."

"America, listen to me. That was in the past. We can't change it. What has been done is done."

He brought a hand to his head, "I am quite aware of that," he sighed, "but at that age, it scared me so much. I didn't know what to do."

I stared into his sapphire-blue eyes, "You should have told me that sooner. I could have helped you, America."

"I-I know, England. I know I should have. I couldn't bring myself to though. But after that war, there…" he choked on his tears, "after it, I just wanted to see you so bad. I didn't know how much you meant to me. I missed you so, so much, E-England."

My eyes widened as he admitted that. I, evidently, missed him as well. But even seeing him, I would have to leave the room. People think having power over others would be amazing to have. It isn't what you think it is. All the countries that I had used to own, they had all broken away from me in some way. And having America do the same, I just couldn't help but feel like something was missing from my life.

"America, we should stop now. It just isn't helping us. It brings back too much bad memories for us to handle."

"I know, you're right. We can finish it in two days, when we go to the world meeting. W-who was hosting it this time?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

I paused, thinking. Me! It was me! How could I forget…? "It's me, America. I'm the host country." I mumbled.

He squeezed my hand, like he used to when he was a child. "Can I stay at your place, England? It would be easier than having to go back home and back here."

"Of course you can." I answered. "Come on; let's go back to my house."

A/N So sorry for not updating earlier. I just haven't had the inspiration to write this. But then it suddenly came to me! I was elated when I started to write this. It is very much different than the previous chapter. That was written so long ago o_o Not really.

Thank you to Ireland-EilyOHara who had reviewed~ It really makes me happy when I get feedback~

And yes, I am going to be making another chapter. Oh, and if you see any mistakes, please tell me. I write these in such early hours, I sometimes miss them.