I lead my forces through the countryside. I showed no mercy to any patriot forces we ran into. We finally stopped a few miles from the patriot camp.

"Sir!" a soldier said to me.

"What is it?"

"We got word that the colonies have all declared their independence. America is backing the colonies now."

I slammed the table in rage. "IT'S TREASON THEN! I WILL SHOW THAT YANKEE BASTARD WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HE CROSSES THE BRITISH EMPIRE!"

I ran out of my tent.

"Captain! How far are we from the camp."

"Only a short march away."

"Then as soon as we eat, we march! Ten minutes captain! And tell your men any stragglers will deal with me!"

"But sir we just stopped-"

"NO EXCUSES! there are plenty who are willing to take command should you prove unfit captain." I glared at him. "GO!"

He ran to inform the men. as I got my weapons ready.

There will be no one to stop me.

...

It started raining as we marched. As we neared the camp we ran into a militia. It was lead by America. We halted as we all raised our weapons waiting for one of us to give the order to fire.

Eventually America spoke up.

"Hey England! I want freedom after all."

He looked me straight in the face with eyes burning with passion.

"I'm am no longer a child nor your little brother."

His words felt like a punch to the stomach. Still I stood undaunted.

"I'll become independent from you from now on."

I almost cried at the sight of him. Seeing my little brother in such fury glare at me was more then I could bear. His words rang in my head

"I'm no longer your little brother...I'm no longer your little brother... I'm no longer your little brother..."

NO!

I charged at him.

"I won't allow it!"

I knocked the gun from his hand and got the gun ready to fire.

He held his passionate glare.

"This is why I say you don't follow things through to the end, Idiot."

The captain got the men ready to fire. All they needed was my command.

"This is it. All I need to do is give the order and victory will be in my grasp. All of the colonies would be all mine. No more America taking my hard earned spoils." I said to myself.

I looked into his face .

I saw the child I had discovered years ago smiling at me.

"Hi my name is America! Who are you"

I lowered my gun.

"There's no way I could shoot you is there. You idiot!"

I fell to the ground and cried. All control I had abandoned me

"DAMMIT. WHY? DAMMIT."

"England..." America paused as he looked at me"You used to be so big..."

I got up.

"Let's go..."

They didn't protest as we marched back to camp.

I heard them cheer as we left.

All that trip I cried while America celebrated his victory.

...

A few weeks later I was being berated by my superior.

"You imbecile! How could you let America go free."

"My actions that day were my own. Just as your draconian taxes were yours."

"I don't have to justify myself to you-"

"Nor I to you , you pompous twat! Do what you like to America, but until you have a clear victory over him I stay out of it."

"All of our forces join and yet you stay! They need you England."

"Your the great king, you can figure it out. I have no time to deal with America. He is nothing but a nuisance. Farewell."

I walked away to my room. I had one portrait of America left.

I held it in my hands.

"No." I said to my self aloud. "No more of this."

I tossed it into a bin.

" I have no stake in America anymore. I have no feelings for him anymore."

I went back to work forgetting about America.

...