Hetalia I do not own. For if I did pigs would've flown.
Most people say that all things heal in time.
Those people are wrong.
It had been 66 long years. America was almost a completely different person. The gold rush had just started up in the west, he had a few friends in Europe, hell, he had even struck a deal with Mexico. But there was a little reminder, digging at the back of his neck, constantly there. Never fading.
England.
His big brother, his best friend. All he asked was for that stupid old man to forgive and forget. Not that America had ever tried apologizing.
Because, apologizing isn't just a few words and a shamed face. Apologizing is
something of time travel, if you will. It can affect the future, either for the better or for the worse. Because apologizing, if done properly, (though it rarely ever is) can blot out the past. Sure, it'll still be there, that faint distant memory, but new, lovely and good ones will be so much brighter, it's hard to see that blurry little thing that happened oh-so-long ago.
But, America, being the proud, free nation he was, could never notch down his arrogance enough to say sorry. He was never too great with words in the first place, let alone emotions. Instead, he blocked everything out.
England? Bah! Who needs England when you have piles of gold just awaiting you, vast, ever-expanding prairies simply brimming with potential. He was a strong, rich nation, to say the least. And he was only sixty-six years old.
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England stared at the pocket watch in his hand. Sixty six years ago, America had been his colony.
Since then, much had happened. He gained India as a colony. Though she would never replace America.
Because India was so different, and England daren't give her too much freedom. What if she were to try and escape too? No, it was best the nation be kept on a
short leash. She was a valuable land, what with all those spices and other resources. Pirates occasionally plundered along the trade route, but it was nothing the British navy couldn't handle.
Yes, it would never happen again, that heartbreak.
Because you can't break what isn't there.
Very short, I know. But I wanted to update. So this is the product.
This isn't my usual hilarity, so I apologize for the angst...
"To be or not to be! That is not really a question..."
Sorry for any mistakes, I'm American!
-Mallory