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Chapter 12

Germany's House, the next day

Germany was staring at Japan quizzically. Japan had said during the meeting the previous day that he had information about America's party. He hadn't been drunk, so he knew what some of the other's around him were doing.

"So you were with China, and South Korea that night, right Japan?"

"Yes, they were both with me the entire night. I can assure you that they came into contact with America very little."

"Thank you Japan. I assume the same goes for you?"

"Hai."


Washington D.C. 2 days after Italy Meeting

America slammed her front door shut, shutting the cold air out with it. It was mid fall, and the air was nippiest in the breeze. She let out a sigh and sunk to the floor, her back against the door. Her plane from Italy had just gotten in, and the jet lag made her legs unsteady. She was so tired, but glad to be back. Burger then came out and rubbed his round orange face on her shoe.

At least you haven't changed. America thought, stroking his silky fur. A low rumble sounded from his throat.

Canada wouldn't be staying with her any longer, his two weeks with her were up, but she still missed him. She felt he made her stronger, though she did feel she was growing more accustomed to the thought of being a parent. She was also eager to rest. But she couldn't stop thinking about the meeting in Italy.

France, Prussia, Britain or Russia? America thought. Which one is it?

But tiredness washed over her, and she shakily climbed the stairs to her second story bedroom.

Think about it later…

Burger accompanied her, and then waited for her to brush her teeth and take a quick shower. He then curled up beside her on the bed.

America closed her eyes, mesmerized by the rhythmic purr vibrating from Burgers soft throat. She drifted off into a sleep, unable to stay awake any longer. The image of Britain at the end of the meeting, scared, was stained in her mind though.

He's never scared… America thought. Only when…

She unconsciously was pulled into her past, when she had just been declared a nation. Except she wasn't herself, nor was she thinking her own thoughts. She was Canada, and she was dreaming of the American Revolution.

I hardly remember seeing her happier when she gained her independence Canada thought. At the same time though, I've never seen her so stressed. It was definitely not all because of becoming a new nation though. I think her stress had to do with being away from England too…

She broke his heart.

Suddenly America was pulled into herself again. Talking to America. But she was asleep.

I can still never think of the Revolution and not see England's crying face. America thought. He supported me, and I supported him to with my land. He protected me, and in the process lost all his money to France. So he had to tax me, and my people rebelled.

I rebelled.

Why did I rebel?

My people rebelled. The taxes were unfair. He was hurting me. He was hurting my people.

But that's not all of it.

No.

I needed to be independent from him.

Not a part of him.

Not a colony.

An independent nation.

An equal.

But I hurt him.

He does not like me.

He does not respect me.

He hates me.

I tried to break him apart.

And I succeeded.

He hates me.

Why did he go to my party then?

He didn't. The other part of America's mind said.

"He didn't..." America whispered in her sleep. "He couldn't…"


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Sorry! but I had to add that!

Author's Note: That was depressing. What do you guys think?

I need to write something happier...LALALALALALALALALALALA! All better. Please review!