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WARNING: My own spin on the American Revolution. Some England bashing (sorry iggs)

I don't own Hetalia or its characters. Happy belated Birthday America!

A Tale of Resentment

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.:Vive le Revoltion:.

There was talk. There was always talk.

"It's happened again."

America stopped by the market on his way home and couldn't help but listen in on the crowd of colonists that huddled outside the store's open window. "And it will keep happening if we don't do something about it!" Intrigued, he moved a little closer to clear hearing range; "But what can we do?" another man had asked, unknowingly asking the young man's own question.

"We'll do what we were always meant to do."

America inspected the groceries he had already purchased and looked up at the shop's shelves, frowning at the price of tea before pointing to it.

"What is that?"

The clerk handed the colony the tea tin in exchange for the coins young man handed him.

"We'll become our own."

The tin hit the floor with a clank, but America was too shocked to even register the sound. "Are you all right Alfred?" The clerk asked with genuine concern for the lad's wellbeing, "I'm fine Mr. Smith, just uh, surprised." They then looked to the rowdy crowd outside. The bold statement had resulted in the many vigorous cheers of many in the group, but not all.

"We cannot do that!"

"How can we simply turn our backs to the country who has given us everything?"

"You are traitors to the crown!"

The clerk shook his head with a sigh, "There they go again, always looking to stir trouble." America picked up the tin, "The patriots?" he asked and to his surprise the elder just chuckled, "If you ask me, it's the loyalists who are the ones really looking for a fight. They get so prissy when anyone talks about revolution. Guess they're sore about being the lesser majority." The man straightened the various items on the shelf behind him. America nodded stiffly, "I suppose so…" It was talk like this caused a rift between the people that resided in the New World and, unknowingly so, caused a rift in America himself. "So what about you Alfred?" Smith asked curiously. "What about me?" The store clerk eyed the blonde with a smile, "Well you know what party I belong to, but what about you? You're a passionate lad, yet I've never heard your opinion." Mr. Smith was correct. America was very involved in his community and very vocal about the happenings in them. Yet when the biggest and most important gossip began spreading, the colony had closed his mouth and stood at the side. "For now…I'm undecided." The elder gave a sagely nod, "Well, the way things are lookin' you'll be badgered from both sides until you take one." America gave his thanks and a wave as he departed, kicking stones as he went. He wouldn't be able to avoid the conflict forever and while he wasn't exactly in England's favor at the moment, he wouldn't hastily jump to rebellion. There was still time for mistakes to be mended. Things would get better, they always did. England always kept his promises.

America had spent days upon days arguing with himself, losing sleep and weight over the pressing issue. His land was reaching its peak and he was feeling the effects. However with every gain a series troubles followed.

His land was blooming and there was money to be made…for England.

"America have you been trading with other countries?" He questioned his young colony one day. "Yes, I suppose I have. They offered me prices I couldn't refuse and-"

"Cut them off."

America blinked, "What?" England continued to prepare his tea, not looking at the young man, "Did I stutter boy? I said to cut them off. You are my colony and you will only trade with me." America had no say, England's word was law. So the boy gave a submissive nod, "Yes sir."

But the trading didn't stop. Other countries offered better prices and so began making underground exchanges with colonies. England would have brought this issue up again, but he was busy waging war with France, which brought up another string of issues to drive England and America farther apart than any ocean could. Taxes being one of the main issues, but America had brought it up so many times that England began completely tuning him out on his visits. However the colony's rants as of today were on subjects that England hadn't heard every month of his ever sparing visits, forcing him to pay attention.

The teen growled and pulled his hair, truly frustrated and to anyone else, frightening. England sighed at the boy's tantrum. "Don't worry about it America, this will blow over soon enough. They always do." The boy's mouth fell slack, "B-but England! These are real problems!" however this all fell on deaf ears. "Then we'll simply send more soldiers." England said, with little care or inflection; all of which toyed with America's fraying nerves, "NO!" his fist easily broke through the study oak of the table. "They're only making the situation worse!" Finally the elder lifted his eyes to look his colony in the eyes, "Well, what do you want me to do about it America?" The boy was at a loss, after all England was his elder; he was supposed to know how to handle this, yet he sat there drinking tea like these problems were just something America threw together at the last minute. "I-I...I don't know…" He he heard England give a sigh before he felt familiar arms around him. "There, there, love." the elder cooed, "I'll do what I can, alright? Don't you worry about it, I'll take care of you."

America nodded and rested his head on his "brother's" shoulders. But that had only added a whole new reason to worry; those arms no longer brought a sense of comfort. He gently wiggled in England's arms, but when he felt them tighten, he realized why they no longer felt loving, they were smothering.

"Step down America!"

No, he wouldn't. After everything that had happened to his people and subsequently himself, he couldn't. "No." England seemed surprised by his charge, "What did you say?" shock and a subtle threat ringing in his voice. "I said no England! They've had enough and so have I!" The rape, the abuse, the tyranny, the pillaging; his people were being taken advantage of and it had to stop! England wasn't stopping it and America had long taken the situation into his own hands.

"Just because a few colonists-" England began, "They have nothing to do with this! I can make my own decisions and I'm starting now. Give us representation or we're going to war." The elder was not impressed by this development and his face darkened, "You foolish child!" He growled, but America held his ground, snarling at how demeaning England spoke to him. "You have no idea what you're saying."

"I know exactly what I'm saying." The colony snapped, "I know exactly what I'm doing, and I'm doing it of my own free will! No more of this England, we won't stand for it!" England took a breath and dragged his right hand down his face. He was growing tired of this child's greed and selfishness. In fact he was sick of everyone in these damn colonies! "I gave you everything America, everything! And this is the thanks I get? Do you have any idea what I've been through? We've been at war trying to protect you and all we ask is for a little money to get back on our feet."

"That's not it England and you know that. I've told you, warned you about what's going on and all do is brush me off! As for the taxes, all we ask is for a place in Parliament and yet you refuse. I'm not a child anymore England and you can't just cover my eyes anymore either. I've grown up and it's about time you see that." England's eyes were alight in fury as he eyed his charge, "You listen to me boy." his voice dropped to low growl, "I own you, and if you think I'm just going to let go of something that is rightfully mine, then you're sorely mistaken." Each bite of venom made America bristle, "If you don't know your place, I will show it to you."

Despite all, it had come to this.

It always came to war for nations, didn't it? So was it worth it? The death, the hate, and the destruction…was it all worth it? These were of course all things England had constantly asked him, constantly rubbed his nose in like a disobedient puppy. America had always answered with confident and defiant, "Yes." However on gruesome days and lonely nights, he found himself doubting the very things he fought tooth and nail over. But he was here, standing the mud with the men he called his friends, who stood by him through it all. They supported him and lifted his spirits. They fought for him, as both Alfred and as America. He returned the favor now, by pointing his musket at the man he used to call brother.

"Britannia!" America yelled over the heavy rain. He hated that name, but since the war had commenced, that's all England would answer to.

"All I want is my freedom!" The rain continued to pour, plastering the soldier's uniform to their body and hair to his face, "End this bloodshed now! Surrender!" Across the field England stood alone, yet stubborn. He ground his teeth and roared, "I won't allow it!" He charged and America raised his musket to block the bayonet's blow. The edge hit the wood and soon the musket was flying through the air and landed several feet away.

The barrel of the gun now aimed between two green eyes.

"Step down England."

The cruel irony of the situation took those once warm eyes and began to freeze them, until nothing but two emeralds glowing with cold indifference, remained.

"I've won."

America's mind returned to the situation at hand and watched the quill dance across the parchment, swift and precise in England's hand. The page was dotted a little harsher than necessary, "There." The Brit snapped, pushing the document over to France -who sat next to America smugly- then turned to his former colony. "You are no longer a part of the British Empire."

"You're a free nation now." France smiled and ruffled the new nation's hair before picking up the signed document and departing. America looked up when he heard chair legs being scrapped across the floor. England gathered his coat silently, ignoring America's presence. "England I-" The elder held up a hand then looked the boy in the eye. "Listen closely boy, because I will only say this once. Being a nation isn't something any sane person strives to be. There is blood, there is death, and there is misery. You were not born into that life and you won't last in it either." America was struck dumb and simply stared at the wall when England strode past him with his head held high. With one hand on the door, the nation spoke again, "Mark my words America, you will be back and begging for me to take you back. This I have no doubt." The young man took a deep breath and turned to face the back of his former care taker, "Set your bets on someone else. I am no longer your property and God help me, I will never be again." England scoffed and slid his coat over his shoulders. "Have it your way then. Good day Mr. Jones."

England left the building, putting on his hat and stepping towards his coach. Before stepping inside he turned, tipping his hat to the younger who watched from the windows, "I'm sure I'll see you soon." America watched as the door shut and as the horses trotted down the cobble stone, rolling the coach away from his line of vision. "Don't count on it." And he closed the curtains.

A/N: A quick edit. I know what you're all thinking, you're thinking, "Wait WHAT?! Oh no she didn't!" my answer is simple as this, "Oh yes, I did."

I may or may not do a piece that follows this up. Who knows?

Also a note, while I never had America never flat out say it; He has fallen for England, he just hasn't really come to terms with it yet. I was really trying to capture the political angle on the American Revolution here, which is why even when I tried, the conflicting emotions never really had a place in this update. But to ease your minds, look at how America is demanding that England see him as an adult, as an equal. America doesn't really understand his own feelings yet, so don't put too much pressure on him, m'kay?

Alright children time for a history lesson. The only reason England wanted to keep America is because of money. Seriously guys, if you're ever taking a history test, look for the answer that involves money. You'll be correct 99.9% of the time. America has vast natural resources and England had it all figured out that America would send these resources to them and then they would sell things to the colonists. This went all out of whack when America began trading with other countries, hence England's tighter hold. Also since America was a territory of the British Empire, we had to pay taxes, another source of money. Really people, it's all about the money, money, money~ /shot

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