Hey, everyone! Sorry for the late update but school was being a git. This chapter's a bit of a rush so excuse the lameness because I really want to publish it as fast as possible.

Hetalia nor the characters belong to me! Only Montague and the plot does belong to me!

!None of this is historically related!

England stood in front of the magic circle he drew on the cold stone floor of his basement. A smirk could be seen under the hood of his dark robes. "This will be the last time that frog will draw breath," England whispered. "And all his colonies will be mine" He smiled at the thought of having permanent custody of a certain little nation. He clenched his oak wood wand tightly and focused.

"By the bowels of hell I call upon thee,

To rid me of my enemy,

Make his bones burn,

His skin melt,

And-"

"Arthur," a small soft voice cut England off from continuing his curse. He felt a tug on his robe as he spun to the young girl standing before him. "I can't sleep," she whimpered while rubbing her eye.

England's expression softened. He picked up Montague and cooed to her softly. "Maybe some warm milk will help," his voice was kind and gentle. He carried the child in his arms up to the kitchen and sat her down on a stool. "Stay here, alright?"

Montague nodded. She kept blinking to battle the sleepiness to keep an eye on England. "Arthur, what were you doing down in the basement?" She saw his shoulders tensed as he poured the hot milk into a mug.

"W-why that was nothing," England's voice was in a panic. "Absolutely nothing to be concerned of, Chevy" He turned to her with the milk. "Here and drink. It's past your bedtime"

Montague just nodded and took the mug in her hands. She sipped on the warm milk slowly, being careful not to burn her tongue. England's piercing green eyes were staring at Montague the entire time. It made her feel slightly uncomfortable. She finished the milk and washed it.

This made England smile. "Chevy, you know you don't need to clean it. I can always do it for you"

The young girl shook her head. "I have to learn to be independent. I want to be a big and strong nation just like England and France" She looked up to England with a smile. "But I want to be more like England because France isn't that brave"

England's smile widened. He raised a playful eyebrow and held Montague's right wet hand. "You can't be a great nation if you don't get enough sleep, Montague" He predicted that Montague would yawn and she did. He picked her up and carried her to the guestroom.

Montague climbed into bed. She rested her head on the pillow and looked up to England. "Arthur, there's another world meeting tomorrow, right?" England couldn't answer when she asked another question. "Can I come with you?"

England sighed. "No, I don't think that's possible. We will be discussing some rather important material tomorrow," he said in an adult-like voice.

Montague puffed up her cheeks and tried to look an angry as possible but she was extremely tired. She could only muster an annoyed glare at England. "Then when I become independent, I'll exclude all of you from my meetings except for Robin's Isle, Canada and Seychelles," Montague said between yawns before allowing the sleepiness to take over.

"Alright! Let's get on with this, shall we?" America yelled. His voice rang throughout the meeting room.

England grumbled and rubbed his brow. "Will you please quiet down America? You're giving me a headache," the Englishman grumbled.

America completely ignored England. He was an independent nation already so he didn't need to listen to Iggy anymore. "I think we should help some colonies become independent like Montague or Robin's Isle!"

"What?" England and France yelled at the same time.

"L'Amérique! Montague and Robin Isle are still children! They need their grands frères to take care of them!" the obviously upset France cried in objection. He turned to England, knowing he would share France's reasons. "Right, Angleterre?"

"I hate to agree with you, frog, but you're right. Montague and Robin's Isle are far too young and inexperienced to be independent," England said the matter-of-factly.

"But I want to be independent!" Montague yelled when she jumped out from under the table and sat on Russia's lap. The biggest country in the world did not find having a little port nation on his lap amusing. Every other country in the meeting room either find her extremely brave or extremely dimwitted.

France's jaw dropped to the floor and quickly grabbed his petite sœur before Russia would commence a war on her. "Montague, how did you get here?" France asked before eyeing the white and lilac dress she was wearing. "Vous êtes tellement mignon! You finally wore a dress!" France practically squealed and hugged Montague while showering her with kisses. She, of course, was struggling and squirming to get out of France's reach.

A gun shot was fire just as France was about to kiss Montague around, making him freeze. Everyone's gaze turned to Switzerland sitting at the other end of the room putting away his AK-47. "I suggest you allow her to state her case, France," said Switzerland in a monotone voice.

France trembled in fear and put Montague down. The young nation turned to Switzerland and ran up to him. "Thank you very much and it's nice to meet you. I'm Montague," Montague said sweetly while offering a handshake.

Switzerland took her hand and shook it once. "Switzerland," he said bluntly before turning back to his rifle.

Montague climbed up on an empty chair next to Switzerland. Montague took a deep breath. She needed to be careful with her choice of words. "I-"

"No, you are not allowed to be independent," once again France and England said in unison.

Montague's eyes widen. Her eyes were getting glassy look and her lower lip quivered. Hungary's maternity instinct kicked in for some reason. She ran to Montague and cooed to the young girl. "Shush, it's alright now. You don't have to cry," Hungary said softly to Montague while smoothing out the young girl's blond hair. She shot a small glare at England and France's direction.

"Dude, she's like been a colony to both of you for a bazillion years or somethin'!" America protested. It was directed to colonists but his eyes were focusing on Montague and her wails. "When are you two gonna let her go?"

France couldn't help but stare at America and then to England's face. The self proclaimed gentleman's eyes held great depression and loneliness. He didn't want to be alone like England. He wanted Montague to be his colony forever. "I'm sorry but I can't let her go," his voice already sounded regretful.

America's face twisted in anger and so did some other nations as well. "Well I'm gonna help her get her independence even if it means war! Because I'm the hero!"

China didn't like where this was going. He knew what would happen if it didn't stop. "Oi, let's not fight, aru. It's not good especially in front of the little one, aru," China said quickly.

"I agree with America-san," Japan stated bluntly.

"You always say that, aru!"

Russia merely watched. He found it rather amusing and he wanted in. "I suppose I'll help Montague. It's good to make new friends, da," Russia said it rather happily. He turned to the Baltic Trio- Estonia, Lithuania and Latvia- they cowered in fear at the sight of Russia. "You guy will help to, da" Russia's smile widened when they nodded at his request.

"You people can't be serious. This should be only between France, Montague and myself," said England. He was a bit startled at the outcome of the meeting.

Italy looked around, confused. He didn't know what to say but he wanted everything to be settled fast. "Hey, France and England, why don't you just give Montague her independence? Then we can all go out for pasta," Italy said with a light heart and a bright smile.

"Alright, Italy's on our side!" America shouted rather happily. He ran to Montague and patted her shoulder lightly. "At this rate, you'll be independent in no time!" America grinned but it soon disappeared when he realized that Montague's shoulders had gotten broader. Montague was growing up already.

"America," Montague sniffled. She took a few deep breaths and composed herself. She pulled away from Hungary and stood up. Her eyes looked sharply at France. "Since you won't give me my independence, I'll fight for it along with my fellow colonies"

Her words practically stabbed France in the heart. His worst fears have already begun and it was happening. France was losing Montague.

I'm so original with plot twists *sarcasm* Anyways, this will be Montague's independence war so as it progresses, Montague will...will grow up! *cries*

They grow up so fast! T^T

PS. Montagan is a term I made up for Montague's people

PSS. England spell is a random rhyme I came up with so don't try it!

PSSS. Review please!