I met with General Washington.

"Welcome sir. The men and I are proud to fight under you."

"What's the situation?"

"Well we-"

"General! Horrible news!" came the voice of a scout. "England is leading an army here. And he's taking no prisoners!"

"Damn. We aren't ready to face him ."

"General! I'll lead my forces to meet him in battle. I can hold him off and give your forces time to relocate!" I told

"But you'll-"

"I'll be alright."

He understood what needed to be done. "Take whatever supplies you need. We know where we can get more."

We got together and marched to meet him. We knew most of us wouldn't return. And we didn't care.

...

We stood waiting for the British to attack. I stood at the front.

After a long period of waiting his army arrived with England in the front. We all rose our weapons .

Now he would here it from my mouth.

"Hey England! I want freedom after all."

I saw his face fill with worry.

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

His gun lowered a bit as he started to tear up.

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

He looked stunned.

But not for long.

"I won't allow it!"

He charged at me. I was too slow. He knocked my gun away and pointed his at me.

All I could do was look him dead in the face.

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

His forces go ready to fire. I was prepared for this. We all were. If this is how this was going to end, fine. I was prepared for anything.

Anything but what England did.

He lowered his gun

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

He fell to the ground and cried.

"DAMMIT. WHY? DAMMIT."

"England..." That was all I could say.

For the first time ever in my life, I stood over him. I felt no pride or sense of victory. I just remembered all the days I spent looking up to England.

"You used to be so big..."

He got up after a moment.

He gave his men the order to leave and they marched away.

The men cheered as they left.

I should have been happy. I got exactly what I wanted . I still wept.

One of the men noticed me.

"Sir?"

I dried my tears and smiled.

"Let's try and catch up with the general! I'm sure he'll be happy to hear of our victory! Afterwords we'll celebrate!"

They gave a loud cheer and we all went back.

...

Years later I had finally won. I had freed all of our people. On that day we celebrated all around the new nation.

Except me. I just sat in my room.

No there would be no more intrusions from England.

And no more visits.

Immediately I got up and smiled.

"So who needs that limey jerk anyway! I just became a nation! I should be out with all of the citizens celebrating!"

I ran out to join them cheering. This was what it felt like to be free. I told my self to be happy. I knew I was.

The rest of the night I didn't once think of England.