Note: I don't own Hetalia.

How the hell did I end up in this situation? A man was standing between the two English born countries, America and England, and I just happened to be America, the idiotic hero that's gotten himself into something so bizarre that I don't think I'll ever act the same again.

It all started because of myself also. I feel like such a... What is it that England calls me all the time? Oh yeah. A git. Man. Just because of a stupid, wishful thought of mine. I shouldn't have thought of it; it just made things worse, especially since it relates back to the one time.

"That damn time of the revolution. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of gaining my independence from Iggy, but... He just wouldn't let it go; the past. He regrets everything, and always thinks about the past; I hate that. I just wish that he'd stop thinking about the past for once." I was rambling like I usually do when I'm with my brother, and Canada, being the quiet type, is great at listening to things.

He sighed one of the many sighs that I always seem to cause, and gave me a sympathetic look. Before saying anything to me though, he stood up, walking over to his pet polar bear Kumajiro, and fed him. While he was bent over to put some food in the bears mouth, he hummed. "You know as well as I do that he only thinks of the past because..." he sighed again, standing straight as he turned to look at me again, "well, because he feels like he'll..."

"I don't need to hear it." I covered my ears, trying to ignore what he was going to state. My eyes wandered from my brother to the floor as an unusual frown came onto my face. "I know why... I still wish that'd he stop it though." I crossed my arms, resting them on the back of the chair I was sitting backwards on, then resting my head on them. "Every now and then, he'll look at me with a saddened...almost regretful face." I closed my eyes and see his face once again. "I feel like that he sometimes wishes that his 'precious little colony' didn't grow up, so that he'd have something to look after still." I was the one sighing now. "He needs to know that he can't live in the past forever, and that I'll never be the kid he once loved."

"He still loves you." I scoffed, standing out of my chair to lay on my couch. I could just see Mattie shaking his head at me even though I'm not looking at him. "It's true, Al. He does, it's just... He doesn't love you the same way as back then."

"'Back then.'" I chuckled with a sarcastic happiness. "That's the only time when he loved me." I rolled over to face the back of the couch. "That stubborn Brit will never love me the same way again."

"That's because he can't." I hear a clang in the kitchen and hear a slight hum; a melody that he likes to sing once in a while. "You can't love some the same way when they used to be your brother, but then revolutionized against you to claim their freedom."

I moan out of annoyance. "I know that already."

"Do you?" My eyes blink as he asks me that. Do I? I was going to say something to him, and turned around, meeting a steaming hot coffee cup in front of my face. I blinked again and looked at him. He smiled. "I thought since we were going to be talking a while, I'd make some coffee and we'd later watch some TV?"

I smiled. "Thanks, bro." I took the cup and sat up so he could sit with me.

That was what happened before all this shit was placed on my shoulder, but it's important because of what I said; my wish. I said "I wish that he'd stop thinking of the past once in a while." and didn't realize that the opposite would happen. How could a wish have an opposite effect? Beats the hell out of me, but here's what happened.

Right after my brother left and I passed out on my couch, a man had visited; in my dreams. Yeah, it's a bit silly to say that, or so I think, but this guy was cool...at first anyway. We met in this world of pitch black, and all I could see were his eyes, hair, and nose; everything else was concealed by clothing, even his fingers. He was dressed in all black, making himself disguise with the background, but his eyes made it easier to see him; they were red.

"So you made a wish," I jumped at the sound of his deep voice, "and you want that to be true." I was confused at first, but after a bit, I remembered. "He will forget it, but he can only forget it if he thinks about it."

I just became even more confused. "What the hell does that mean and who the hell are you?" If his mouth wasn't covered, I bet he'd be smiling. That just irritates me for some reason. I was going to ask him again, but he disappeared with me waking up not long after.

Just as I woke up, I heard a knock. I groaned, looking at the time. "Who the heck would bother me at one in the morning?" Sluggishly getting out of my bed, I went to open the door. The person who was on the other side shocked me, so I was speechless. "...uh...Iggy!" The Englishman in front of me huffed as he crossed his arms. "What are you doing over here?"

His gaze snapped to look at one of my bushes as he shrugged. "I felt like visiting you. Why? Am I not able to visit?"

I was stunned at his blunt honesty, and gaped. "N-no! Of course not!" I stared into his face, catching a glimpse of a small pink color on his face. I released some air that I was holding in a smiled. "You're always welcome here."

His face went entirely red as I said that. "W-who says I'd want to be here, though?" I chuckled as he looked around my yard again. "I hate coming to this bloody place."

I froze as he said that. My heart felt a slight pain, but instead of calming down some of my anger I... "Then why the hell are you here?" His face then snapped to stare at me. He was hurt also, but not as angry. "If you don't like coming here then why do you bother visiting? It's not like anyone asks you to come, or wants you to show up." His face held his contorted feeling. I started to feel guilty and calmed myself down. I know that I say that, but it's a lie. My face forms into a bothered smile as the guilt wins over me. I always want him to come, but he never comes... Not even to my birthday parties.

"That's true..." England finally spoke again, gaining my full attention from my thoughts. "I know I didn't need to come, but...for some reason I just...came." He looked down as he held his arms.

I sighed. "England..."

"You're both here." I jumped as I heard the deep voice again; even Artie jumped a bit. I would've chuckled at that reaction, but I also did that and I was focused on the man. This time I was able to see his entire face, but his eyes; he was wearing a mask over them. "We can now start."

"Excuse me?" I glanced at Arthur as he took a step towards the man. "Who are you, and exactly what can we start?" The man merely smiled as he disappeared again, but this time, he brought us with him.

When we were able to see something again, we happened to see a place that held many memories. Most of those memories are the ones where England and I talked, played, or just did whatever. I'd never share the memories though; Arthur would get to happy and compare his memories with mine. He doesn't know that I remember everything... Well, mostly everything.

The place that we were in was a grassy field. I was stunned beyond comprehension, and couldn't speak, move, or think. "Great Scot." My entrancement broke once I heard Iggy's voice. I glanced at him as he took a step forward. "This place..." As he kept stepping forward, his clothes had changed.

They were his old clothes that he wore when he first found me. Well, technically Finland found me, but I was raised by England; who needs the details, anyways? I kept staring at him as more memories came back. I shook my head and decided to tell Artie that his clothes were different. "Hey Engwand." I blinked. Did I just say 'Engwand'? I haven't said that since I was a colony...

He turned around automatically and froze as he did his fair share of staring. "America?" I looked at my hands, seeing how small they were and catching a glimpse of the white robes I wore when I was younger. I felt my neck and caught the ribbon in my hand. That's still there, too? Just what the hell is going on? "What the bloody hell happened to you?"

I stared at my hands again, closing my eyes, rubbing them, then opening them; still small. "I...I don't know." Looking up into his face, I see Arthur's face; it was filled with joy. "Engw-" before I could say his name, he picked me up. "Hey, hey!" He was squeezing me in a tight hug, and I couldn't help but blush. "P-put me down, Engwand! Ugh! Put me down!" I started hitting him as best as I could, but it was useless.

He merely chuckled as he held my out in front of him a bit. "How can I put you down when I'm so happy to see you again, America?" Something clicked in my mind as I heard that. He's said that before, but... Does that mean that this is a memory?

"Correct." The man had appeared again, and Britain glared at him, holding me tightly against him again. The man was still wearing a mask, but this time a hat was added to the attire. "This is just a simple memory; one of many to be seen, but this one was shown first because this is where it all started."

"Who are you?" I glanced at England, who was still glaring, and say something I haven't seen in a while. He was holding a look in his eyes; a look that I knew very well. He was being an overprotective brother again. Some tears had come out and I tried to wipe them away, but couldn't since my arms were against a certain someone's chest, unable to move.

"I will answer all questions in due time." Was all he said as he faded away. I was starting to get pissed at how mysterious this was all turning out to be, mostly the guy, and wiggled in England's arms.

Just as Iggy had looked at me again, a face filled with loving care, the surrounding had changed, and he disappeared. I was back home, but still in a memory. How I knew? I was standing in front of a mirror, looking at my reflection as I saw another younger version of myself. I sighed as I saw the outfit I was wearing. A long-sleeved shirt with a vest over it, and some dark brown dress pants. I wore this a lot when... All of a sudden I hear a door open. "America! I'm back!"

My eyes lit up as I ran over to the only British country that I know. England chuckled as I jumped up for a hug. "England!" I couldn't believe how happy I was to see him even if it was a memory.

"Ow. Hehe." He kept laughing as he lightly pushed me off with his one free arm. "Careful there, mate, I've got an injured arm." I cocked my head and he just shook his. "No need to worry. I'm fine." I nodded, still worrying about. I always had worried about him when he came back with wounds. "Oh! Before I forget." He turned around and grabbed a certain box, handing it to me. "Here I made these for you."

The box was shaped like a castle, at least that's what it looked like to me, and there were soldiers in it. The soldiers. "Neat! They each have different faces!"

"I painted each of them differently so they wouldn't be the same."

"This is so cool!" He smiled some more as I kept praising his gift to me.

"Another affectionate memory to relive." We looked at the man again and I saw that he wasn't wearing anything new this time.

Arthur glared at him as he went in front of me. "Leave us alone!" I glanced up at him as he held a fierce stare. "I'm having fun reliving the past. Can't you just let me...us have some more time together like this?" The man just chuckled as a sly grin appeared on his face. He had disappeared again, and England's fist hit the wall next to him. "Damn it!"

Another memory had taken the spot of this one, and it was the time when I was obsessed with being a horseman; dressed up in the cowboy's gear. I remember this time. England came up to me in a suit and shook his head. This is where he asks me to wear more 'fitting' clothes like that tux he got for me. I looked at myself in the mirror, checking myself out in the new tux. "I guess I could wear this for formal gatherings." I turned around and saw Arthur's approval. I smiled, but it soon faded as the man appeared again. I groaned, glaring at the guy. "What the hell do you want?"

"Only to help you with your problem," he smiled as my hands turned into fists from annoyance, "or should I say, you're wish?"

"Wish?" Iggy looked between me and the masked man, confused. "What is he talking about, Alfred?"

I glanced at him as he called me by my name. "Nothing." The man chuckled. "You!" I said pointing at him. "Stop this now. There's no point in doing this anymore."

"Oh?" He turned around, peering over his shoulder. "But there's only one more memory left to see. Shouldn't you wait till it's actually over?" He chuckled again, changing the scenery as he teleported away.

"Damn him." My anger was rising as I kept thinking of the bastard, and didn't realize the rain falling around us. I was too deep in my thoughts to even hear England call my name. I heard his voice containing some shock in it, though, and soon looked at him. I noticed that we was back in the original outfit I saw him in before all of this started. I sighed, relieved that he looked normal, and saw that I was back to my usual self, too. As I checked him out, not in any kind of weird way, I saw how pale he was. "England?" He was staring at something behind me, and when I turned around, I understood why he was pale.

"England!" I was looking at another time containing myself in it. "This ends here! I can now claim my freedom, my independence!" The Revolution.

"This is where we had fought in the revolution." Scanning the grounds, I saw everything as it was back then. It was weird to see this again, and I knew that England probably didn't like it here one bit. Thinking of England, I glanced back at him and saw tears, rolling down his cheeks along with the rain drops.

"I won't allow it!" With this sudden shout, I glanced back at the scene. England had knocked my gun out of my hands, pointing his at me. He could've shot me, but he didn't. "I can't. I just bloody can't." He fell to the ground, crying, as he held his face. "I can't shoot you..."

I looked away, ignoring everything else, but saying along with my other, a line that had been a true fact about my former brother. "'You were once so big. What happened to you?'" Arthur had flinched when I said the words only said all those years ago.

I stared at him as he held himself, and felt all the feelings I felt during this time. "Why do we have to see this bloody memory?" I didn't know if he was talking to me, but I shrugged. "This...it all started because of your damn Declaration of Independence." He stared at the ground. "All your bloody fault."

Some old anger had risen inside of me, and I freely stated what I thought. "I only fought against you because of the people." His head moved slightly, but he didn't look at me. My eyebrows furrowed as my face showed the anger I felt. "The taxes you gave them were immense, and some weren't able to pay it. They were almost dying because of those stupid things and I know that I have to look out for my people, so I started to think." I looked away from him and recalled a reason I fought against him; the people's need for freedom. "I gave myself a reason to fight, and I fought for my people." Lies...well they're not all lies but...I truly fought against him because I wanted him to see that I can be just as strong as him and go into the world on my own. I wanted to surpass him; I wanted to become stronger than him...to protect him.

I sighed as I decided to share my thoughts. "I hate it when you think about my past self..." In the corner of my eye, I saw his head look up; he's staring at me now. "Sometimes I think that you'd prefer my younger self than my present self." He shook his head, and that just built up some more anger. "Do you know how much that hurts to even think about it?" I glanced at him, seeing him flinch. I shook my own head, and tried to calm down. I can't believe I'm going to say this. I sighed again, and stated the truth. "I wanted you to be proud of me." His eyes locked with mine as they still contained some tears. "I wanted you to praise me as I grew stronger, not reminiscence about the time when I was a colony." Some hurt had shown in his eyes, but I didn't know entirely why. I continued. "You'd never praise me and I felt...so much hatred towards that fact." I balled my hands into fist, but kept myself calm. "Can't you just be proud of me? Can't you just say a single praise of how I've come out to be?"

There was and elongated time of silence before he spoke. "It's not that I'm not proud of you, you twit." I stared him down as he started to share his own truths. "The revolution was my breaking point, it always will be, and I just found that thinking of the happy time in the past would be better than thinking of the sad times. That's why I think of your colonial self. That's not the only reason though." He smiled as he thought of the times we relived; I could just tell he was thinking of them. "They make me realize some things about you, but before I say anything about that... The Revolution..."

He looked away, at something I couldn't see, or wouldn't focus on right now. "That time was the moment I knew that our sibling relationship would end." A frown had shown on his face. "I didn't want to think or admit it at the time, but I knew that our relationship as brothers was at a loss." He glanced at me with a sadness I've never truly seen in his eyes; at least not in a while. "I lost a brother. You don't know how much that little fact had affected me." Blinking, I look at the ground. He never said anything, but... I could tell that the brothers he had in his life weren't really in his life, and having me as a brother that needed him... "After the revolution, I lost everything." I listened closely to the facts that I knew about him. "I became powerless, but strong enough to beat the frog's ass anytime." He chuckled dryly, and so did I, but only for a short second. He became sad again. "I had wallowed in so much sadness, never once thinking a negative thought about you." Another smile had been placed on his face as I blinked. He never thought anything negative? But...he had the right to...with what I did to him... "I never blamed you, but I always had thought that you made the wrong choice. And I...honestly, I had lost touch with everyone, isolating myself for a certain time. I needed to collect my thoughts and...other things. When I did my own share of thinking, I had thought of you." For no reason at all, I blushed as he chuckled, smiling at the simple sentence. "I thought about how strong you had gotten over the years, noticing how much I had missed when I was...busy." He shook his head. "I had chuckled to myself when I figured out something. You'd always be strong, becoming even stronger than most of the other countries. That's what I thought."

Arthur finally stared at me again, and I flinched. "The reason why I never praised you was because I didn't know what to say...I couldn't say anything. Words just couldn't form the feelings I felt towards you or the praises I wanted to say to you." His smile grew as he gazed at me. "But I can say this," I listened closely to what he was going to say, feeling myself flush from his smile. It was something I hadn't seen in a long time... "I am proud of you. You've become a powerful country, and that's a splendid thing to be." I blinked. Did...did he just... "I'm glad...that I was the one to raise you."

"Idiot..." This time I smiled as he gave me a look. I chuckled. "You just praised me...and," my smile turned warm and sincere as I stared at him, "I'm glad that you were the one to raise me, too." His face went entirely red, and I shook my head. "But still," he blinked, focusing on me again, "you're always going to think about my little colonial self, aren't you?"

"Of course I am, git." He shook his head, smiling. "Do you want me to forget the little colony that I raise to be a big, powerful country like you are now?"

My face was warm still as he praised me again even though he mentioned my past self, again. "En-England..."

He blushed a bit more and looked away. "I could never stop think about your younger self. I may miss those days, but that doesn't mean that I don't like the bloody idiot that you've become to be."

Catching what he just said, I pouted, crossing my arms. "Hey!"

He tried not to chuckle as he glanced at me. "Just take the bloody complement."

"That was a complement?" England lost his control, chuckling with me joining him. "Thanks Iggy."

"It's either England, or Arthur." He stated with his usual scowl, but that was soon replaced with another blush. "A-and…you're welcome."

"Problem solved." The deep voice boomed in the air again, making the two of us jump. We didn't see the guy anywhere, but found ourselves back at my porch. We scanned our surroundings and saw that we were back at my place, and I was happier than a pig in pie. I glanced back at England and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the man. "Your wish..." I glared at him and saw that he wasn't hiding his identity anymore. "I hope I helped you with the little problem. For some reason though," he smiled sheepishly, scratching his head, "I don't think it'll stay resolved for long." He chuckled a bit, but Arthur wasn't convinced.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" The Brit was majorly upset, and I didn't blame him, but... I'm still in shock of who the guy is...

I was about to say his name, but he glanced at me. "Sorry, but I can't tell you, or confirm anything that deals with my name." He smiled. "Just add that little bit to the list about my 'mysterious' self." I sighed as Arthur's anger was illuminating as a dark aura around him. "More anger anybody?" He chuckled again, and right before he disappeared, he winked at me. "See ya later, Al."

I blinked and started to think. "Did you know that bloody man?" Glancing at the blonde Englishman beside me, I shrugged.

I gazed at the dark sky and hummed. "Some one I know that disappears, reappears, and does tricks like showing someone their past memories..." My brain processed this information, and I started to freak. "No way...th-that was a ghost?" I whined.

"Bloody hell." England turned me around and pushed me into the house. "Stop you're freaking out and tell me just what the bloody hell happened." I just kept whining. I can't believe I chatted with a ghost...and he even did something so cool, yet freaky! My life just can't get any weirder. "Stop complaining!"

I'm never going to be the same after this...maybe I will, but...a ghost... I-if I look on the b-brighter side though... At least we got some things about the revolution resolved, but he was right. "Our problem's are never going to stay resolved." My proof? England is yelling at me right now about the memories from the revolution. Why me?

Note: I was daydreaming yesterday, and thought of the revolution scene. I was thinking about somethings and just came up with a bunch of dialogue, but no description. I bet it's choppy, but...I just hope you all like it. Like all the other shorts, this just came to me right on the spot.

If it isn't good...gomen (i'm sorry).

Thanks for reading, loves! R&R.