Disclaimer(As made by Me): I don't own Hetalia. If I did, America and Iggy would be together, Canada would be in love with Iggy, France would be even MORE pervy (possible?), and Texas would be married to Hong Kong, Korea, and Vancouver... all at once... Also, I would be the boss of all the countries... and that would make me GOD.

Arthur Kirkland

Montreal, Quebec

October 31, 2163

'No way! Is it really okay for me to have it?' The little boy looked at me excitedly, holding the box of toy soldiers.

'Of course, it is; I did make it special just for you, America...' I smiled at him.

'Oh man, this is cool; thanks, Mr Britain, sir!' He grinned... the smile of a little kid.

'Take good care of it... after all... I nearly broke my hand while I was piecing it together...' I laughed a little.

'Wow... Now, I've got my own toy soldiers!' He gasped, 'You made all their faces different!'

'I painted each individual figure separately...' I explained, putting my hand on the colony's head.

I felt my eyes begin to fill with tears, I hated those memories... Those memories of when America actually cared about me... Of when my affection toward him was that of an older brother to his younger sibling, rather than an unrequited feeling of love... I hated them... it was like they were mocking me.

'Hey, what's with the suit?' He asked, holding up the baby blue suit, 'It looks expensive... too bad... I'll never wear it...'

'You should. Dressing like a pauper isn't in fashion.' I explained, not quite smiling but not scowling either, 'I refuse to be seen with you if you're not dressed properly.'

'So, what's the matter? I think, the way that I dress is perfectly acceptable!' He was in the question phase... not a good phase for a colony.

I managed to convince him to at least try the suit on before he flat out denied it.

'See?' I asked, standing behind him and almost smiling as I watched him look in the mirror, 'Dressed like that, it's hard to believe you're the same person.'

'Sure, but this isn't comfortable...' He commented, 'I guess, I'll just wear it on special occassions, then...'

And as a young man, when my love was just starting to sprout... he was such a handsome boy. I looked back fondly on that particular time... it marked the end of his childhood, but he was still a loyal colony... still a younger brother.

It was raining... the rain used to be such a calming thing for me... but this day... this day ruined the endlessly home-like rains that seem to plague my dear United Kingdom...

'Hey, Britain, all I want is my freedom. I'm no longer a child, nor your little brother. From now on, consider me independent!'

Before I even knew what I was doing, I had jabbed my bayonet at him and knocked the gun out of his hands. I aimed my musket in his face, 'I won't allow it! You idiot, Why can't you follow anything through to the end?'

'Present, Give,' the man behind me ordered. There was a rapid clacking sound as all of my soldiers aimed at what had once been my favorite colony... at my little brother.

He stared at me for a few moments, shock covering his pretty face... Was I actually going to shoot him...? Did I want to keep him enough that I would... just shoot him?

I lowered my gun, 'There's no way I can shoot you... I can't...' I dropped to my knees and my gun fell out of my hand, clattering onto the rain soaked ground, 'why...? Damn it, why? It's not fair...'

'You know Why...' the new nation said. He watched as I sobbed, crying over the little brother that was leaving the United Kingdom... leaving the safety of the Crown's protection... leaving me... forever, 'What happened...? I remember when you were great...'

He left me, sitting there, bawling my eyes out, and I was led off by some of the soldiers... I was put on the first boat back to Great Britain... and as I traveled back to my home... I began to hate the endless rain.

It scarred me... my heart had been virgin territory... but he had stolen it as a child... and broken it as a man... it hurt me... and it taught me an invaluable lesson; never love another... it always ends in pain.

I still believed that... but, now... it was more than it had once been... 'never love another... not even as a brother... it ends in worse than pain'... Peter had taught me that.

And yet... I still loved America... even after he'd broken my heart... after I'd locked my heart away again... after I'd hidden behind that sarcastic, sharp-tongued mask... I still loved him. I couldn't help myself...

A/N~ Iggy's hating on himself and his memories... poor guy... but can you guess what America's going to come back to? [review ASAP; reviews are necessary, plz]