This chapter will be a few flashbacks. There will be when DC, America, Canada, and Vancouver were still children living with France and England. There will be the Revolutionary war. Then last, there will be the burning of the white house by England and Canada.

~Memories~

*Letters*

"Hey, Vanny...where's Canada? I never get to see him. He's always with France or he's outside or he's studying!" I complained to my friend. She sighed with sympathy for me never meeting Canada.

She looked up and then said to me,"I don't know. He's probably doing one of those things again. he wants to be ready for when we have to fend for ourselves." That was pretty rough for Canada. Canada wanted to be a prosperous country, but quiet at the same time. What a great dream.

"Hey, DC! Look at what I found!" I turned around to see America running up to us. He looked like a bear with his huge snow coat on. He then approached us and showed us a little small pinl envelope. Oh no, that was mine. That was my...love letter to...someone.

"Hey! Give that back!" I said as I tried to reach for it. America just laughed as he held it up in the air where I couldn't catch it. I jumped up for the pink envelope but, it was still out of my reach. America was too tall. I then started to feel like crying. And just when I was about to let go a few tears, England came and snatched the pink envelope out of America's hand.

"What is going on here? And who does this belong to?" He said in an upset tone. America started to talk to make it look like he was the good guy but, I pushed him into the snow and said,"America stole my letter. And he wouldn't give it back to me." I pouted and had a slight pink blush on my face. I hoped that he wouldn't open it up...all I needed was for him to read it. It was for Canada. Even though I didn't know him, he was brave, strong, smart, and I knew he would protect me. I was in love with him for this and I hoped that he heard well of me enough to love me back.

"America, that wasn't very nice!" England scolded the said boy. After he was done he gave me back my letter.

And just when I was about to grab it I stopped. "Wait! England, could you give that to Canada for me?"

England's eyes practically smiled with his eyes. "Alright." He said as he put the pink letter into his coat pocket.

"No way. DC you like Ca-" America started but, I cut him off by pushing him back into the snow again.

"I do not!" I yelled at him.

England chuckled. He must've thought we were cute. We were back then, we were chibi!

*Learning*

"DC, this is France. Something happened with our bosses so now you will have to learn French, alright?" England said in a rather sad tone. I looked over to the man named France. So this was Vancouver and Canada's caretaker. He had long girly like blond hair and beautiful blue eyes just like Vancouver's. He seemed really nice like a teddy bear at first glace.

"You'll be learning with him for a week. Take care, my little mint bunny." And with that, England walked back into the house, leaving me and France outside on the porch with my luggage in my hand.

France extended a hand out to me and smiled. "Come on now, petite rose. It's time to learn about art, cooking, love, and the language of my country." I looked at his hand before I took it with my very smaller one. He then led me down the road where we would go to his house.

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"You are a born artist, petite rose." France commented on my painting of his bird, Pierre.

"Merci." I thanked him. He tasseled my hair as I did the finishing touches. "Fait." I said a I finished my master piece.

"Great. We'll have it dry then I'll hang it up in the hallway."

"Alright." I said as I took his hand again. It was time for lunch. I wondered what I would learn to cook today.

We entered the kitchen. It was only us. Vancouver was with England to learn and Canada was with America. Canada and America were already starting their own colonies. We have grown very much. By appearance we were already teenagers. After my education with France, I would go with England to learn about what I'll face inn the new world. Then I would be with America and Vancouver will be with Canada. How great. Just one step closer.

"Today for lunch I'll teach you how to make escargots." He said the a foreign word. Even with my knowledge I still couldn't guess what he was saying. But then, France pulled out a bag of snails.

Oh queen of England...please spare my life.

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"England!" I yelled as I ran up to the Brit and hugged him. He picked me up and twirled me around. He must've missed me as I did with him. He put me down. I couldn't help but also smile as big as he was. Before I caught up with him, I turned to France. He had a melancholy look on his face. We had a great week together and we probably wouldn't see each other for a while. I walked up to the French man and hugged him. He hugged me back as he said,"Good luck, petite rose." I smiled into his shoulder then let go.

"Goodbye, France." I said before I turned around to join England once again.

*Freedom*

I stood beside America as we faced England's army. We were at war, only for our freedom. We were old enough to take care of ourselves but, England just didn't get it. At first Canada and Vancouver were fighting with England but, after a while they retired. They wanted freedom and England only had half custody of them. France said yes and as did England, but I still didn;t get why we couldn't be free.

"Your used to be great, England." America started as he took a step forward. He faced England as I faced London. Family shouldn't fight but, this was important. We needed our freedom and there was no going back now. "What happened to the great England, because right now I only see a very sad and pitiful one." I decided to continue this towards London too.

"And what happened to the 'I'm your friend, no your mother' London? Because the one right now id treating me like a mother and not her friend." I scoffed as her as she looked down.

Without warning England charged at America and London charged at me. They charged with the points of their guns straight at us. I blocked the blade with my gun base. It saved my life. I didn't know about America but, I knew he was fine.

I London then pointed her gun at me. I took a quick glance at America. England had his gun pointed towards him. How could they? How? Why?

"Do it." I said. I pointed my words at the both of them. It was meant for the both of them. "Kill us now. We'll die heroes. And you'll live with the guilt."

I looked over to America once again. Our eyes met and we both smiled at each other.

"Well said, DC. Very well said." America must've thought that these words would be his last. As did I think mine were too. But, England dropped his gun. As did London. They fell to the ground and started crying.

"I can't do it." England said. I looked over to London to see her looking at me.

"I shouldn't kill my friend." I wouldn't let her off so easily, even if she said that.

This was how America and I won the Revolutionary War.

We had gained freedom. We were independent, brave. But, right now with Canada confessing to me...

I wasn't acting brave.

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Wow...nice...I decided to rewatch the entire Hetalia series in English and Japanese and I got some good ideas from doing it. LONG LIVE HETALIA!