Hello there everyone~ :) Sorry I haven't updated in a while, that is completely my fault for trying to juggle multiple fics :/ Yes, I should be shot. Anywho, I'm on break at the moment so hopefully I can focus on keeping updates regular :) Anyways, enough of my babbling, let's carry on with the story :D
Disclaimer: Imma stop putting these, it's so painstakingly obvious that I do not own Hetalia or any historical events :P
Just To Say: History is totally interesting! I've done loads of research on what events happened when, so I knew when US and UK were in conflict or allies and such, and learned so much. I'm totally becoming a History teacher when I'm older :P Btw, I'll put a kinda history overview at the end of the chappy so you know what events I'm on about :)

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Chapter Nine- Over A Century Of Solidarity

-Entry 1914-

Expansion. Power. Strength.
These are all things that the American people wish for, and I guess I'm all for it as well. However, it's easy to say you want them but difficult to obtain them.
It's blatantly obvious that if we want to expand borders, we have to stay away from Europe. Staying away from Europe means staying away from England. Staying away from England means that I have absolutely no idea if and when I'll see him again.
I may have 'officially' won the war, but the truth is that I need to become much stronger.
I realised that day that, although I had made a lot of progress in terms of becoming England's equal, there was still a gap.
And so it looks like I'll just have to work hard and become even stronger than I am now.

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As a country, it is difficult to strike the perfect balance between what you want, and what the people want. We countries are here to serve as a sort of general consensus of the people, and we should work towards what their aims are, and working together with the monarchy or government in power is just one of many duties designated to us. Being a country is a difficult existence, because you are there from the very beginning until the very end. We have to endure the hardships of war, have to deal with economic crises, and try to stay strong no matter what obstacles are thrown in our way. However, being a country can also be extremely rewarding. When our motherland is prospering, we too prosper, whenever the public has a high morale, then our spirits are uplifted as well. We do not age in the way that humans do, yet we are capable of feeling human emotion- and that is just one of the problems of being a country.

I know full well that the people are determined to move on and just look to build an Empire elsewhere, I know full well that our current monarch, His Royal Highness King George III, is anxious to put the loss of the American colonies behind us. I, as a country, should heed what they want, and also move on.

But I am capable of feeling human emotion. I am not just an embodiment of my country, I have my own personality, and I have my own personal feelings. And so I cannot accept what the people want, because my own emotions which are much stronger within me refuse to let go. Honestly, I want to just waste away into nothingness, I want to forget everything. If only someone else could take my place... but that is not how it works. England is still a strong country, it still has other territories under its belt, it has an amazing economy... when times are like this, there is no chance of me disappearing.

And so here I am, sat on my sofa with a cup of tea, willing my existence away but being ignored. I cannot recall anything that has happened clearly anymore, even if it was something that just happened a few minutes ago, not that I know what minutes are any more. My perception of time has completely gone, I have no idea if I've been sat here for a few minutes, a few hours, or even a few days. It's as if time no longer exists as far as I'm concerned, which is ludicrous because all I have to do is glance out of the window to see that the world is still turning, and that life still goes on.

Sometimes, I envy people. They do not understand just how lucky they are, to not be bound to something for all eternity until it's eventual demise. They only have to worry about what they want, and because their existences are comparatively shorter than that of countries, they just go for it: they live life to the full. They know nothing of all the burdens countries carry, or of the things they have seen. For example, the people in this current time period will know nothing of the abject horror that was the Black Plague, yet I remember it clearly because I was there. As a country, you are constantly building relationships with others that are extremely ephemeral, because when they are all gone, you are still there.

Way back when, back when I was but a child, this always upset me. Whenever I made friends with animals or people, I was so happy. But then I was met with the concept of death, and I realised that no relationships that I formed would last. When the opportunity for me to make lasting relationships did arise when I finally came into contact with other countries that were just like me, all they did was attack me. And so for the majority of my entire existence that spans over several millennia, I just grew to accept the fact that I was to be alone. I didn't really feel upset about that, because you can't exactly miss the things that you never knew, but now... now that I know what it's like to have a close relationship with someone, it's hard for me to default back to how I'm so used to existing.

I take a sip of my tea... it's stone cold. I guess that means that the thought of me having been sat here for well in excess of an hour is extremely likely.
I sighed and got up, which in itself is such an effort at the moment. It's as though any energy, any vigour, and any hope I had are all gone. But I do not understand how I could have possibly ended up like this. When did my emotional ties to America become so deep? How could I not see that he was sick of me? How was I unable to hold onto the one thing that meant so much to me?

I make it into the kitchen at an extremely slow pace, initially forgetting why I even came in here in the first place, but then remembering that I'm here to make a fresh pot of tea.

I think that it is blatantly obvious for anyone to see that I've completely given up. A few lords and ladies have been to check in on me, all of them wearing grave expressions and trying to snap me out of my slump, but it was to no avail. Several members of my crew have also come to visit me. They are all extremely worried about me and want their Captain back, but I'm just not capable of returning to them at the moment. I'm not sure when my last visitor was, but it must have been quite a while ago.

Yet England continues to work and the Empire continues to expand.

As I go about making the tea, I take note of my attire: My blouse is all creased, my trousers are in a similar state, my hair is a complete and utter mess, and... I stink. From this, I have concluded that I must have been sat on that sofa for countless days, just staring into space and being of no use whatsoever to anyone.

Seriously, how have I let it get to this?

America hates me now; I know that. All I need to do is accept that, and accept the fact that I probably won't see him again (or at least make any conscious effort to see him again), and then I should be able to move on. If I can achieve the state I was in before I met him, go back to being in splendid isolation, then everything should just continue on in the way they should. Yes, that is how it should be. I have been alive for countless years; America was simply a small chapter in my life.

Yet, it is definitely a significant chapter.

Damn, this is enough. I'm sick of feeling so depressed all of the time; I need to sort myself out. For starters, I need a bath. From there... well, another cup of tea I guess. And once I have the basics sorted, I can begin to attempt to do my proper duties as a country instead of focusing solely on my own feelings.

Yes, I shall have to do that.

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-Entry 1992-

Wow... it really has been ages since I last wrote in this. I've been so busy with trying to get stronger, that I guess I've started to neglect other things.
Just the other day I thought to myself, "Why am I doing this again?"
To be completely honest, I think I've reached my limit. All I am doing is just getting bigger and bigger, it's starting to become unbearable.
I know that I am doing this so that one day I may be able to match England, but will I ever see him again? After everything that's happened... he probably wants nothing more to do with me.

My eyes widened slightly as the ink on the page began to smudge, courtesy of the tears that I hadn't realised were streaming down my cheeks. This is much harder than I thought it would be. I thought that if I could just become independent, then dealing with everything in my own way would be easy. I greatly misjudged everything. I guess I didn't really appreciate all the things that England did, just the small trivial things like meeting with the higher ups and trying to come up with the best ways and methods of keeping up the economy, or how much attention to divert to which aspects of the country. It's tiring, and came as a complete shock to me.

And what makes it worse is that I know there is no chance of England ever coming around to meet me.

That is the one thing I looked forward to the most back when I was little, but now it is gone, possibly forever. Whenever I try to recall my memories of England, they are all twisted. I don't know why, but I can no longer remember what his smiling face looked like. All I see when I try and remember, is his crying face as he told me goodbye... I wonder if I'll ever see him smiling again, or if indeed I'll see him again at all.

To be honest, I don't think England misses me that much at all. Whenever I'm outside helping with agriculture, or meeting with the higher ups, or just generally walking around, all I hear is talk about how the British Empire continues to expand and is stronger than ever before. I guess that makes sense, why would everything come to a halt just because I left? Thinking logically, I was just one of many countries in the Empire, so why would England miss me when he can quite easily gain land elsewhere? The thought hurts, makes me angry... but it's probably true.

I guess that it's all my fault that I've completely lost any hope of being with England, but I'll continue to get stronger, just in case there finally comes a day when we are reunited.

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"Your Highness," I said with as much politeness as I can manage, bowing.

"Hello England, you may rise," came the King's regal voice.

I did as I was told and rose, making sure to keep my posture perfect.

"You needn't be so stiff England," he said in an amused tone.

"Ah, I am sorry Your Highness."

He sighed, before looking at me more closely. "Are you quite alright? It has been a while since you were last here. I have received word of your... slight decline. Is everything better now?"

"Yes, I apologise for making you and the aristocracy worry about me. As I country, I should have remained objective instead of letting trivial feelings render me useless for so long."

"England... I know that losing America has taken a toll on you. For that, I am truly sorry. But your country needs you."

"Yes, and I am ready to perform my duties."
I really mean that. I am hardly back to how I used to be, but I realised that drowning in my own self pity is no way for a country to behave. The people wish to have an Empire, to be stronger, to reach a state where nothing and no one can touch us. And I want that as well, to be in some impenetrable bubble where nothing can get to me. And so I am ready to fight to obtain that, ready to fight for my King and country, and I am ready to put the past behind me. Whether or not I'll ever be able to completely recover from the America incident is currently unknown to me, but I can at least use what happened as a device to drive me to become stronger. Not once have I experienced such strong emotions like these, and I have taken the mind set that if I can overcome them then I will become stronger.

"England, at present the French are presenting a possible threat to us. I am sure that you are already aware of this, but I would like you to understand that we are to war with them. We cannot allow them to become any stronger, for they are just across the Channel and could prove extremely dangerous if we do not take action immediately."

Ah, of course. I knew that something like this was likely to happen. The beardy bastard has a new boss who goes by the name of Napoleon something or other. It's rather shocking at just how much stronger he has become, and people in my home country are beginning to worry.

And so it's time for things to go back to normal: me striving for an Empire and perfect isolation, fighting the stupid frog, and not allowing needless emotions to hurt me.

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"W-What?" I shook my head in disbelief, refusing to believe what I just heard.

"A war with England," the President repeated, "We have no choice."

"Y-You can't be serious... a war?" I was still having trouble getting my head around the idea.

"We have no choice America, the English are oppressing us and the people wish to go to war."

"But... but we can't!" I protested bitterly.
No! I don't want to war with England again; I don't want to be reunited in this way!

"America." President Madison looked at me seriously, "I know that you think highly of England despite everything, and that this must be difficult for you, but we have no choice. I am sorry to put you through something like this, but we simply have to go to war."

"I... I understand." I hung my head and exited the room as quickly as I could.
Once I had made it outside, I gritted my teeth and clenched a fist.

"Dammit!" I shouted, punching the wall of the building as hard as I possibly could. "Why does it have to be this way?"

Of course I know that relations with England have been depleting further and further, but I never actually thought that we'd end up going to war. The main cause of this is because of trade restrictions and British support of stopping American expansion. I don't know if I can handle warring with England again, whenever I replayed us meeting again in my head it was always in a way in which we were fighting together on the same side.

At this rate, it looks as though I'm going to become a permanent enemy against him, and that is that last thing I want.

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"Captain! Their land army has significantly increased! What are the strategies?"

"We needn't bother with land armies, they are superfluous. Listen up everyone: we block all trade routes! That bloody frog and that Napoleon bastard will be in total submission in no time if they cannot get any new resources into the country!"

"Which areas shall we put a blockade on?" someone asked.

I beckoned for a few of the higher ranking men who were currently with me to follow me, leading them into my cabin. I pulled out a large map and began to point out critical areas. "As you can see, if we simply commandeer these areas, France will soon be incapable of going at the rate they are going. Understood?"

"Yes Captain!"

They all cleared out, leaving me alone so that I could devise any more strategies should the need arise. I let out a long sigh. "Honestly, that damn Frenchy certainly isn't holding back," I muttered under my breath.

I went over to my bed and collapsed onto it, chuckling slightly. I can't help but find this situation amusing. Here I am, fighting France, and he's actually putting up a pretty decent fight. I don't think we've ever been this closely matched before. I guess I'm actually thankful for this current war; it has allowed me to get a sort of clear perspective on things.

As France is so close in relation to my country, this war has highlighted how important protecting the motherland is. I have to be completely focused on this war, so much so that everything else has to take a back seat for a while. I still have to juggle being at war with the usual duties of public opinion and economic policies, and I still have to contend with my own emotions, but for the most part: this war is serving as a decent distraction.

"Captain!" Without warning, the door to my cabin is flung open and a very worried looking man is standing before me.

"What is it?" I ask, pulling myself up off of the bed to give him my full attention.

"W-We're at war!" he said frantically.

I simply looked at him as if he was an idiot. "Well obviously," I said sarcastically, "We have been in this blasted war for nearly a decade, so I'm pretty sure that I've grasped the concept that we are actually at war."

The man shook his head vigorously and tried again, clearing his voice and saying shakily, "No... we're at war with... with..."

"With who?" I pressed. Who on earth could he be referring to? As far as I'm aware, France is the only country posing any threat to us at the moment.

"With America..."

I stood extremely still upon hearing that. "What?" I asked quietly.

"America have just declared war on us," he said, looking as if he was about to collapse from worry.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" I roared.

"N-No, we just got word from the King himself," he stuttered out. "His Majesty said that we were at war, but he wants you to focus your efforts on France for the time being. He said that you are to send over troops and fleets to deal with the American threat..." He held out a piece of paper to me and I snatched it up rapidly, perusing its contents.

I couldn't believe it, is this is really happening? We're at war again?

I took particular note of the last lines of the letter: Under no circumstances whatsoever are you to leave the effort in France. We may be at war with America, but the threat from France is far more important, and I do not think that you are ready to face a conflict with America. England, I know that even after all of this time you are still hurting, so please allow other troops to deal with America this time. I do not wish to cause any more unpleasant memories for you.

They can't be serious... they are going to fight the whole war without me? I know that I'm needed here, but to actually forbid me from going... although perhaps that is for the best. As part of my resolve to put the past behind me, I vowed not to see America again. I'm sure that the British forces are more than capable of handling things without me; I needn't concern myself with America anymore.

So then why has that sick feeling returned to me, and I feel like falling apart once more?

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"Damn, I don't get it! They were only being defensive up until now, what the hell's going on?"

Worried cries from my troops are heard all around, so much so that it was hard to make out exactly what each of them were saying. They are all words of worry, that much is obvious.
I had no choice but to go to war with England, my will doesn't really count for much. The people wanted war, the President wanted war, and so I have to comply. It's weird; I've never had to deal with the contrasting emotions of what I want and what the people want before. It makes me feel dizzy, light headed. And now this: we've been at war for a couple of years now, but I haven't seen England at all. I remember hearing something about England also being at war with France, so maybe he's there? At any rate, we've been faring rather well until now. However, without warning the British troops have started attacking full force, catching us off guard.

"Ready, aim... FIRE!" A commander gives the order and hundreds of bullets begin to hurtle towards the advancing British troops. They use the exact same tactics on us, and men from both sides begin to fall. We can't afford to lose this; we have to stay strong.

"AMERICA!" A man is currently running up to me, doing his best to stay out of the line of fire. I recognise him as Jackson, a man who is held in high regard in the military. I've never seen him look this worried before, but he looks as though he's seen a ghost as he comes closer to me.

"What is it?" I asked, keeping my eyes focused on the troops before me, musket at the ready should the need to use it present itself.

"Shit! They've captured Washington! What are we going to do?" he screamed frantically.

"They've done what?" I asked in disbelief, a shiver running down my spine. Losing Washington... that can't be good.

"You must come with me right away! We have to try and take it back!"

"Right!"

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-Entry 2031-

I have failed my people. As a country, I should have stayed strong and been able to diffuse any threats, but no. I foolishly let D.C get captured, and the British took advantage of that:
They burned it.
When I arrived, all I could see were bright orange flames everywhere, no matter where I looked. People were screaming frantically, trying to get away. The smell of burning was overwhelming.
But the fire wasn't the thing that shocked me the most. When I arrived, I got a glimpse of some of those who had set the fire...
They were clearly men from the navy, and when they clapped eyes on me they smirked. I wasn't sure why this was, but then one of them spat out:
"This is what you get for screwing up our Captain!"
The other men all cheered as they watched Washington burn, all of them saying that they had gotten revenge for their Captain...
England, what are they talking about? You've already forgotten me and moved on right? So then why did they keep saying that I ruined you?
I don't understand anything anymore...

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"You did what?" I exclaimed, glaring at the men before me.

"We set Washington on fire," one of them grinned, the others looked extremely proud of themselves as well.

"Are you all idiots? What the bloody hell did you think you were doing?" I was positively livid, but they merely looked at me in confusion.

"Captain, that America guy messed you up pretty bad. We wanted to get revenge for you, seeing as you're not allowed to go over there yourself."

"I appreciate it," I sighed, because I knew they meant well. However, although I knew that I still wanted to kill them. I don't want to do anything that would put me and America on even worse terms, I may not be allowed to actually go over and fight this time, but if America and I become common enemies then I'll have to face him one day, and... well I don't think I can handle that just yet. Ideally, I never want to see him again, so then that way the hole in my chest will heal.

"These wars are a load of bullshit," I mumbled, "But at least the French bastard's surrendered."
It's taken just over a decade, but we finally managed to nullify the threat posed by that damn frog. Now all that remains is America, but I am not allowed to go there. His Majesty himself has requested to see me though, so I'm half expecting him to tell me that I am to sail there first thing tomorrow, or something similar.

I walked away from my crew members and headed towards the palace, straightening my attire out so that I looked presentable. As I make my way down all of the grand hallways, my mind wanders to just how I would go about dealing with all of my emotions if I really was told to go to America. I cannot allow myself to fall apart like I did the last time; I must stay cool and composed.

I opened the door carefully once I'd reached the correct destination within the palace.

"You asked to see me, Your Majesty?"

"Ah, hello England. Please enter." I did as I was told, bowing and then waiting expectantly to hear what all of this was about.

"As you know, our victory over France is indeed something to celebrate over." He smiled, and I nodded in agreement. "Yet there is still the issue of America," he said more seriously.
I closed my eyes in anticipation of being told that I had to go over there.
"I think that it would be best," he began, "If we just pulled out."

"I'm sorry... what?" That was the last thing I was expecting.

"There really is no reason for us to carry on with the conflict, so I'm calling an end to the war. There are needless casualties occurring over there, America is putting up a good fight. Yet like I said, there is no need for this. So we are pulling out. Besides, we should really be focusing on our Empire now."

I stood there in silence, still not believing that he was planning to end this war with America just like that. But who am I to go against the King?

"That is all England, you are dismissed."

I bowed once more before exiting the room, wondering if there would be any more wars for me to fight soon.

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-Entry 2127-

The borders of my country keep expanding, and I continue to grow. It's been quite some time since we last had a conflict, and the people are all happy.
Everyone wants to create a country that is united. Back when I was a child, I always remember wanting to unite all countries and bring peace.
I had dreams of being a hero.
Although it may seem pretty childish to claim to be a hero, I have to say that it seems rather appealing.
If I become a hero that can unite everyone, then one day I'll also be able to be with England. So I think I'll try becoming the hero of the world.
Also, I've had to start wearing glasses recently... it feels kinda weird!

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I do not understand myself anymore. I thought that being able to attain a state where the Empire was on top, where the motherland was invincible, then I would finally be content, I would finally feel secure. Yet all I feel is lonely. The aristocracy and the monarchy themselves have no qualms of course, and you can even feel the pride the people hold about being part of the glorious British Empire. It seems that I am the only one not revelling in the glory of having absolute power. We have so much authority, yet we attained it through plundering and killing. Being as old as I am, I thought I had done all of the growing up I needed to do, but it seems as though I had a long way to go. As neither Britain nor the Empire are under any threat from anyone, there is no need for me to fight anyone, and so I have relinquished my Captain duties.

I think that it's about time I started taking a more mature approach to things. If I am part of the motherland of such a powerful Empire, then I should act like it. Whether or not I'll be able to leave my chaotic past behind me is unclear, but even if it is a facade I can at least try and become what people would term a 'gentleman'.
I have a lot of time to myself nowadays; I wonder how long my country can keep this up? I've lost track of just how many years we have been like this, and the feeling of loneliness is just consuming me more and more. I guess that there isn't really any need for any relationships to be formed between myself and other countries as long as things are like this.

I suppose it's kind of sad: my whole life I thought splendid isolation was the answer, but now that I have it I realise that being completely alone is the last thing that I want.

Of course, being a gentleman, I am not supposed to admit that. Being 'proper' and 'reserved' is how I am now supposed to act now.

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"What the bloody hell do you want, frog?" I asked, my voice cold.

"After all of these years you 'aven't changed one bit," France replied, shaking his head so that those stupid effeminate locks of his swished about.

"Answer my bloody question," I said, losing all my patience. I took a sip of tea and tried to calm myself, wondering why I had agreed to see this idiot in the first place. It's been absolutely years since we've seen each other, a positive thing that has risen out of splendid isolation. Yet here he was now.

"I think you know why I am 'ere," he said, suddenly serious.

Yes, I do actually know the reason. The reason is a certain country that is rapidly growing at an alarming rate.

"Germany," I said.

"Correct. 'e is not only posing a threat to Europe, but to you as well. And so, although I'd rather choke down your God awful cooking, my boss 'as expressed desires for us to create an alliance."

"Ha! An alliance with you? You have got to be kidding me," I chuckled, but looked at the other carefully because although I was not going to admit this out loud, my boss had also told me to start looking towards making deals with countries like France. Germany was becoming a serious threat...

"Just stop being so snobbish and British and form an alliance with me!" France was practically begging.

"Hmph! I don't see how calling me a 'snob' is supposed to get me to join your side. We've never gotten along, what on earth makes you think we can fight alongside each other when we're so used to fighting against each other?"

"Angleterre, you cannot keep this up and you know it. We 'ave to reach some sort of agreement, oui?"

"Just us?" I inquired.

"Non, there is also Russia and your close friend Japan. You must know that you need 'elp with what is about to come if you actually went so far as to make agreements with a country like Japan."

He has a point. Recently, my country has made an alliance with an Asian power known as Japan. I guess it comes as no surprise for me to learn that France knew about this. But to form another alliance with him and Russia of all people? Russia... another country that I do not get along with.

"I personally don't want anything to do with you, you wanker," I said simply, taking another sip of tea, "But I can see that it would be a bother if your country fell to Germany, because then the motherland is in danger. So how about a gentleman's agreement?"

"A gentleman's agreement?" he asked, not really understanding what I meant.

"We needn't bother with formal documents and alliances, we shall just have a friendly spoken deal in which we shall try and cooperate."

"No! You can easily go against something like that!" he protested, pulling his handkerchief out and waving it around dramatically.

"Well it's the best you're going to get. I'll help you if I feel like it," I said. "Now, if you don't mind you're an eyesore in my living room, so I'd appreciate it if you would go away."

In the end I actually had to drag the bloody Frenchy out of my house and boot him onto the streets, but he needn't have bothered worrying. This threat from Germany is so big that it looks like I'll have to try and be civil with that idiot blonde; otherwise things could end very badly indeed.

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-Entry 2314-

I heard that all of the European Powers are caught up in some huge war. President Wilson says that there is no need for our country to get involved with it.
Apparently it is a war unlike any other, I wonder why it even came about.
England is in this war... I hope he is okay. It's been over a century since I saw him last; yet my feelings remain the same.
I know that just sitting here and expecting to magically see him again won't achieve anything, but honestly I don't know how I should even go about being able to meet him again.
England... I hope we can be together again soon.

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That European war got more out of hand than anyone thought it would. President Wilson tried his best to keep all of America neutral, but we ended up being dragged into it in the final year anyway. I felt for sure that this would be my chance to finally see England again after all of these years and show him how much I've changed, to see if I'm his equal. But no, we weren't involved long enough for me to actually see him again. Is there such a thing as fate? Because if there is; it's a total bitch. Fate seems determined to keep us apart, but I'm determined to beat it.

Everyone was trying to keep on good terms after that war, but for whatever reason they are all at war again.

I make my way down the long halls of the White House, knowing full well why I had been summoned.
I knock at the door, and when bid to I enter.

"Hello America, I shall keep this brief," President Roosevelt said with a grim expression on his face.

"I think I already know what this is about..." I mumbled, and he looked at me curiously before sighing.
"Yes, I guess it must be obvious to you what this is all about. Well, given the circumstances, I hope you understand why we have to join in this war."

"I understand completely."
What he is referring to is the incident at Pearl Harbour. Once again, we tried to stay out of the war but it looks as though we'll have to join the fight. War is never a good thing, that much is obvious, yet there is a glimmer of hope because we are joining the war on the Allied side... England's side...

We discussed the logistics on how everything will work before I was dismissed to go and make the necessary preparations. As soon as I got back to my house, I went and dug out a burger I had stored in the kitchen.

I absentmindedly munch on it while I contemplate writing another journal entry as I walk to my study. Seriously, there is this new place called McDonald's that opened up and it's freaking awesome! I go there whenever I can, the food there is so delicious! I was all depressed because I haven't seen England in so long, but the food definitely helps to lower the sadness... that's not weird is it? Ah well, the food's good so I'll continue eating it.

I pick up the pen on my desk and just as I'm about to put it to another blank page of my journal, the phone starts ringing.

"I wonder who that it?" I mutter, finishing off the burger and reaching for the phone.

"This is America," I say.

"Ah! America, thank goodness! I 'ave been trying to get through for ages!"

"France?" I asked, surprised that he would be calling me. "What's up dude? Aren't you in a war?"

"That is why I'm ringing you! Look, things are getting out of 'and and so the Allies were wondering if you'd consider joining."

"Tell him that we're the better side, aru!" I heard someone say in the background.
"Yes, it would be most wise for him to become one with us, kol kol," someone else said.

That last voice was slightly creepy, and a shiver ran down my spine.

"Shut up!" France said to those in the background, putting his hand over the receiver to muffle his voice. "I don't 'ave much time to convince 'im, remember?"
His voice became clearer again after that. "Are you still there America?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, so we really would appreciate some 'elp. It would totally be worth your while!"

Huh? Doesn't he realise that I'm already joining the war on their side? Well actually, this incident has only just happened so maybe he hasn't received word yet.

"No need to convince me France, I'm already-"

"Aiyah! England is coming, aru!" I am cut off from my explanation by one of the people in the background, and France begins to freak out.
"Ah! Russia! Use your pipe on Angleterre!" he said frantically.

"France? What's going on?" I asked in confusion.

"What the bloody hell is going on in here?"

I froze. I know that voice... It's England.

"We are not doing anything Angleterre," France said, an obvious lie. England quickly picked up on it.

"Who's on the other end of the phone?" he asked.

"No one!"

"Hey, that's not nice dude!" I protested.

"Give me the phone you bastard," he commanded.
"No! It's no one important on the line!" the Frenchman continued to protest.

"Yes, it most definitely is not America."
"Aiyah! Russia you idiot, aru!"

"What? Give me that phone right now you bloody frog!" I heard lots of random noises on the other end of the line, along with England and France screaming at each other.

Eventually, a breathless voice was on the other end of the line. "America?"

My eyes widened. I cleared my throat as best I could, but my voice still faltered. "E-England..."

"Tch, look never mind what that idiot France said. We are absolutely fine so- GAH!"

"What are you doing you English fool?" France exclaimed. "I was busy winning 'im over!"

"You asked me earlier and I said no you wanker!"

"We took a vote, we need America!"

"That's it, I've had enough of being civil with a bastard like you, I'll kill you!"

And with that, the phone went dead.

"What was that about?" I asked, thoroughly confused. But still, I can't help but smile slightly. I heard England's voice...

England, I'll finally get to see you soon, and I can't wait.

x~x~x~x~x

"Angleterre, would you just calm down?"

"How can I be bloody calm knowing that America is in this damn war?" I yelled.

"But we are on the same side, so it's not all bad, oui?"

"I... I..." I am completely lost for words, I don't know what to say or do. I glared at my allies in the room before storming out angrily.

America in the war... America on my side... It's been over a century since I last saw him, I've had enough time to get over everything that's happened. But still, even now, a small part of me aches.
No, how can I possibly do this?

America, I'll finally get to see you soon, and I'm terrified.

x~x~x~x~x

Urgh, things were getting wayyy too serious there, so I had to have that phone call to just lighten the damn mood a little! :P
So, what is next for these two countries now that they have become allies? Will America ever get his feelings known? And how will Iggy deal with meeting up with America again? Stick with this story to find out ^_^
In terms of the US in WW1, they hardly fought on European soil which is why I have them being reunited in WW2 when they worked more closely together :D (That History Overview thingy I mentioned is after my AN btw XD)
Well, thanks for reading, and please review~~! ^_^ Until next time everyone :)


A History Lesson With Anime Alchemist~~! ^.^

Okay, after the Revolutionary War there was always tension between America and Britain. Britain didn't want America to expand and tried to stop it (which obviously annoyed the Americans). During all of this, France was having its Revolution and towards the end of their Revolution, a man called Napoleon came into power. He built up French forces and had intentions to rival Britain and take the Empire, thus posing a serious threat. Britain had no option but to go to war with France, and as the war lasted for many years it became very expensive. Because Britain had to divert so much money into the war effort, they put up trading sanctions on American goods to save money (annoying the Americans further). As well as this, Britain also forced many American sailors to join their Navy. Basically, America had enough of this and so declared war on Britain (known as The War of 1812). So Britain found itself fighting two wars, although the war with France was more important because of geographical issues. Long story short, Britain only used defensive tactics against America as most of its troops were busy fighting Napoleon, and when they finally won against him they switched to aggressive tactics and captured Washington, setting it on fire. However, because the war with France was now over, Britain began trading with America again and were more lenient when it came to American expansion, so the war kinda fizzled out.
The War Of 1812 was regarded as a huge victory in the eyes of the Americans, but for the British it was viewed as a sort of side war that didn't really mean much, because it was massively overshadowed by the Napoleonic Wars.
After all of this, Britain's Empire was all epic and was basically untouchable for about 100 years (known as the Imperial Century). However, Germany was quickly developing it's industry and armed forces and began to pose a threat to Britain, forcing them to make deals with France, Russia and Japan (they were known as the Entente Powers and fought WW1). Then I'm pretty sure you all know WW2 :P
Incidentally, McDonald's really did exist during WW2 XD