So I'm back, and this chapter will have an England POV flashback with the 13, as requested and I just wanted to do this. So here it is!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, it's chapter 9, you all should know that by now.
PLEASE READ THE BOTTOM AUTHOR NOTE! ITS IMPORTANT!
The French nation stared at the photo, the realization hitting him like a bullet and guilt filling his stomach. He didn't notice China announcing that America wasn't here, or the nations all leaving the room.
England walked over to him,"Oi, Frog! What are you doing? Everyone has already le-" he stopped himself short. The Brit noticed another fading photo. A 17 year old America, along with 13 children, all ranging from 12 to 8. He placed names with faces. America was holding New York and New Jersey, Delaware was at his legs, along with Pennsylvania, the Carolina twins and Connecticut. Massachusetts sat on his shoulders, a bandage wrapped around her arm and torso could be seen from under her shirt. The Brits face dropped when he realized what the bandage must be from. The Boston Massacre.
~~~England POV~~March 5, 1770~~Boston~~~
I glare at America, he was getting on my last nerves. He shouldn't be acting like this, why can't he just be a good little brother and pay his bloody taxes?
The younger personification watched me, his fists were clinched."You need to treat me and my people better, we're not just somebody you can push around, and if you don't realize that soon, things will change, England." He tells me.
I fell a flash of anger, who did he think he was," You are my colonies and you will follow my rules! This is all a bloody phase, as soon as you get what you want, you will realize you can't handle it and come running right back to me!" I shouted to him.
"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I CAN HANDLE, BECAUSE YOU WERE NEVER THERE!" He yells, an unusual emotion flashing in his eyes, sadness?
Another pang of anger, a thought crosses my mind. 'I should shoot him, put him in his place.'
'No! He's still my little brother, he's just being rebellious, it'll pass.'
'He deserves it. Do it.'
I raise my gun, barely realizing what I am doing, he looks confused," England? What are you doing?" He questioned, the fear was missing, just confusion in his question.
I put my finger on the trigger, when a child's voice sounds from behind me," Daddy? What going on?" She asks
Surprise and anger mix, I swing around as my finger presses down. The gunshot goes off, and time seems to slow down in the realization. The girl, no older than 5, had America's sandy hair, pulled into a neat bun, and blue eyes. Blood started to stain her white shirt. Her eyes widen and tears start to fall. America exclaimed something, blurred by my own thoughts, and rushed over to her. I stared, I just shot her. She's just a child, that wound was fatal for a child of her age and size, was she going to die? I've been in plenty of wars, and I've killed, but they were soldiers, not a child. A few other children showed up, I ignored the obvious questions of who they were, why they were in America's house, who she was calling daddy, and just stared, with this gut wrenching feeling.
~~~End England POV~~~
The nations had been wandering around the house for the last half hour, England ad France has been noticeably quiet. They were coming up on another room none of them had been in. Spain opened, just as he did there was a shout from inside.
"GOD DAMMIT, DAD!" New York shouted, throwing his arms up in the air.
The nations walked in, America was sitting on the couch with a smug little ok on his face, Massachusetts was watching New York, and the other state was glaring at America. On the TV was MarioKart 8 ending results.
New York pointed at America,"Where did you even get that blue shell?! I would have won!" He hissed.
"Obviously he's just a lot better than you, Apple." Mass commented, interrupting America.
"You're not allowed to call me that, only siblings I like can call me apple."He told her.
"Too bad, Apple." She crossed her arms. America glanced over at the nations, the two states seemed too busy fighting to notice.
"Masshole!"
"Yankee!"
"So hi." America said, watching the teo New England states throwing insults at each other.
"What were you three even doing-aru?" China asked, watching the two arguing teens.
"New York and I were having a MarioKart tournament and I won and Mass is rubbing it in his face because she's on the side of anyone who beat New York at anything." America said with a shrug,"What have you been doin'?"
"Indiana showed part of the house and then she left to go and cook for Illinois and some other states. We have been looking for me you since then." Germany explained
"Have you seen Russia?" Spain asked.
"Commie-bastard? Nope, but he's probably with Alaska and Juneau upstairs." He responded.
"Ve~ I didn't know you had a state named Juneau~!" Italy said with a puzzled look.
"I don't, Juneau is Alaska's snow dog. She named him after her capital." The American answered.
"Oh, that makes more sense." The Italian nation mumbled. The rest of nations just sighed in defeat, there was a smash.
They looked to see New York and Massachusetts had smashed a lamp and we're now arguing about who was going to tell America. Said nation was watching with a look of obvious disappointment.
Alrighty, so I didn't like this one as much, mostly a filler. No translations either! Plus unlike France, England knew what had happened to mass, but had chosen to ignore it. I did England for mostly a request and the Boston Massacre because I couldn't think of a better event.
SO I HAVE AN IMPORTANT QUESTION TO YOU ALL PLEASE TELL ME YOUR ANSWER: Do you want me to actually play out the rest of the week, or meet the rest of the states and wrap it up?
If I wrap it up I will be doing some one-shots staring the states and will also take some request, and also may start another story with a different idea after. If I continue with this story, I will not have very good chapters, because of writers block for this story and I started school so that will leave less time to brainstorm and chapter may be longer wait. PLEASE POST YOUR ANSWER I WANT YOUR OPINION! Bye!
