You had to admit that you were rather happy here. The sun was always shining and it didn't rain nearly as much as it did over at your other home. You were very happy and it was hard to miss that simple fact. America knew it too, he watched her from the window as she nearly danced about the garden he had made for you. He couldn't help but smile and watch as you smiled as you leaned down and touched the tip of the yellow tulups that you had blooming all about the garden. When you looked up from your wonderous world, you caught America in the window and her smile only grew as you gave him a small and suttle wave, which he returned, before going back into your work.

America knew that she was happy here with him, and that was why the question continued to linger about in his head. He didn't want you to return to England, he had waited far too long to see her and recently England had been a major thorn in his side. Raising his taxes and trying to tell him how to run his country, it was just absurd! That was the reason why America had thrown England's tea into the harbor waters as to send a clear message that he wasn't to be bullied around any longer. America was planning to rise up and go against England, but he knew he couldn't do it alone. Though he hated to admit, England was much stronger than him and England had friends in high places.

Where was America suppose to start if he was to rise up and face England? And whats more what would happen to [Name] in the whole mix? He removed himself from the window and walked over to the couch in the sitting room where he was watching you. He placed his elbows on his knees and his hands resting on his cupped hands as he stared at the wall across from him. He had to really think and really plan if he was to beat England and keep you out of harms way at the same time. He sighed, you had tried to talk him out of going against England's will and had asked him to just try to look at it from a different angle. He knew right off the bat that you wouldn't raise to either side of them if they were to go to war, and he knew England wouldn't do anything to harm you. But, where you decided to live would effect this war greatly.

"America, are you alright?" The soft voice caught him off guard as his head shot toward the large white doors that lead out to the garden. You stood there in the doorway with many different color roses in your arms and a worried expression on your face. America stood from the couch and walked toward you with his hands in his pockets.

"Everything fine [Name]. I'm just thinking a bit." Your frown only grew as your eyes told him of the consern you had. You walked over to the small sitting table and placed the flowers in the vase before patting your hands on the apron over your [f/c] gardening dress.

"You're still thinking about the squable with England aren't you?" You asked, your back turned to him so as to not see his expression. America sighed and scratched the back of his head as he slightly looked away ashamed. He knew you didn't like war, and you had a good reason to not like war, but something there was just no avoiding war when it came down to it.

"Please America, can't you just drop this whole thing. I know that if you were to just apologize to England-"

"Apologize? I haven't done anything wrong! It's him who has stuck his boot in my back and has given me a good shove to the ground!" America shouted, his voice raised and echoing off the soild walls of his home. You took a step back, not expecting the outburst from your little America, but then again he wasn't so little anymore was he? He had grown up, and he had to do it quickly and nearly all alone as well. Your eyebrows knitted together as you gave him a sad look, knowing that he was very upset with this whole situation with England and the taxes.

"I'm sorry America." It was America's turn to frown. He knew you had no control over England and yet he had just taken out his anger on you. He slowly walked over to you and pulled you into him for an apologetic hug. He rested his chin on the top of your head and you latched onto the back of his shirt. The two of you staid like that for a while as you both just held one another in the silence of America's home.

And that was when you knew that no matter what was said, a war was right around the corner