"Engwund! W-wait!"

The taller figure ahead of the tiny America stopped his moving and turned around. His deep green orbs hazy with sleep and pride. "What's wrong America?"

"Are we gowing home now?" A grin slid onto the English countries face before he kneeled down to get even with the small colonies eyes.

"Yeah, I'm tired and I have to get up early tomorrow to go to a meeting. Aren't you tired too? You're so small, you must be." America shook his head and waved his arms, obviously happy at the thought of staying out to play longer.

"No! I could never get tired when I'm wiff you!" A slight blush made its way across England's face and he couldn't help but smile at the energetic nature of the other male. Placing a hand on top of the boys messy hair, he ruffled it.

"Alright, I guess we can stay for a little while longer."

"Yay~!" America jumped away from England's hand and resumed his carefree frolicking. Standing back up England watched as he went, feeling colder with every step the colony took away from him. Looking up at the sky he let out a small breath, trying to ignore the sudden craving to scoop up the small child and take him home. "Hey Engwund!" Suddenly snapped from his thinking England looked down to see America pointing up at what appeared to be a bald eagle. "Look at that! It must feel so lucky."

"Huh? What do you mea-"

"Being able to fly high and free like that. I wish I could do that! Maybe some day though." England's heart stopped as America finished talking. I wish I could do that! Replayed in his mind and he felt like he was going to be sick.

"Come on America." He said, his voice shaky as he extended his hand out for the smaller male to take. "It's time to go home."

"Do you think I'll ever be able to fly like that Engwund?" England gazed back up at the sky as the sunlight faded. The bird flew away from them at a steady pace and he felt as though he was going to get sick from the mixed feelings inside him.

"Yeah, maybe some day."

"Engwund? Promise me something?" Switching his green gaze back onto the tiny America he forced a smile onto his face as he listened to what he had to say. "Promise you won't ever weave me." England chuckled and shook his head.

"I'll never be leaving you, I can promise you that. Can we go now?" America nodded before reaching up and taking England's hand in his own. As they walked the eagle called from above them, making the feeling of dread creep back into England's heart. I wish I could do that! Suddenly depressed, England glanced down at the tiny figure beside him. Please don't ever leave me my precious, precious America.

"You're leaving already?"

"Sorry America, but I have business at my own place that I need to attend to." England slid on his jacket, trying to ignore the nagging the back of his head to not leave, not yet.

"B-but. I'll get lonely." The smaller male grabbed at England's jacket sleeve, pulling it from his arm.

"America .."

"Please don't go, not yet. Please?" Turning to look into the small figures deep blue orbs England sighed and kneeled down to get face-to-face with him.

"I'll be back, I promise. Don't I always come back?" America nodded, his bottom lip quivering.

"But you're gone for a longer time each time you leave. I don't want you to leave me England. You promised!" Dammit. Did he really have to bring that up? England's face screwed up in annoyance and sympathy before he sighed softly, his eyes softening.

"Alright, alright. I'll stay a little longer." His heart warmed at the sight of America's happy smile.

"Yay! Don't worry! I'll make sure you don't regret staying~." England watched as he ran away, obviously expecting the Britain to follow. Why does he always do this to me? Better yet, why do I always let him get away with it? England's eyes shifted down to the floor and his cheeks reddened slightly. Why does time have to pass so quickly? Before I know it. "England? Are you coming?"

"Y-yeah." He'll become that eagle we saw that day, soaring high and leaving me behind without even a thought.

"Taxes? But I don't understand." England shook his head and placed a hand onto the somewhat larger America's head.

"It's an important thing I must do. My boss-" He was cut short but America crumpling up the paper he had been handed and flashing England a glare of nothing more than anger and a slight hint of hatred.

"I won't benefit out of these in the least, will I?" England removed his hand from the blondes head and rubbed the back of his neck.

"W-well no, but-"

"But nothing! That's not fair! Why should I have to pay for something that won't help me out*?" America whined, throwing down the paper. Reaching up he began to beat at England's arm, drawing a rather nervous sigh from the older country. "It's not fair!"

"I'm sorry America, but it's just how things have to go. Times are hard-"

"And they're even harder for me since I have to give you all my money for no apparent reason!" England let a nervous grin slide onto his face as his colony continued to 'abuse' him.

"America .." The small colony tore himself away from England before the taller male could get a grasp on him and fled from the room, obviously angry. "Please don't go; Sigh~."

"You should know that that's not going to make him stay." England frowned and turned slightly to look at the small figure behind him.

"Hey Canada. Aren't you supposed to be with France right now?" The northern colony shook his head, a slight frown on his face.

"He told me to stay with America, said something about needing to be here my little brother, though honestly he never notices I'm here half the time." England shrugged before slipping over to the smaller males side and ruffling his hair.

"Ah, don't worry about it, I'm sure he'll notice you sooner or later. You've always got me to talk to, remember?"

"Yeah. But if you continue to annoy America you won't be allowed here anymore. And by the looks of it," Canada paused as America entered the room once more to snatch up the papers he had thrown on the floor once more. His eyes were red and puffy, along with his cheeks. Great, I made him cry. England's frown deepened and he felt hollow inside. It was the first time he'd made the small colony cry, and he knew all to well that it was not going to be the last. "That won't be to long down the road." England nodded and shrugged once more.

"It's not my fault about that, it's my bosses. No one can fight with that man, he's got a mind of his own." Canada nodded in understanding before scooping up the tiny polar bear on the floor.

"Just remember that whatever happens, I'll be here to try and help you through it*." England chuckled at him and nodded.

"Yeah, sure. I'll keep that in mind. And thanks." Canada simply nodded in response before sighing and trudging toward where America had called for him from. "Bye .." Alone. England glanced around the rather large room, a feeling of uneasiness crawling up his spine. Is this how it's going to be once it happens?

"Haha, take that England! You and your stupid tea can all burn in hell*!" A few years had passed and things had only gotten harder for England. Every time he turned around it was always "do this, and do that!" "Raise this tax and raise that one!" He hadn't gotten a moments peace since that very first day of bringing the young colony those papers. And now the British country could do nothing more than sit back and watch as his once angelic like colony was rather quickly ripping itself from his grasp.

~Flashback~

"But boss! Do you really have to raise the taxes again?" England had argued, knowing all to well that if it continued for any longer he'd end up loosing the only thing that meant something to him.

"Absolutely! The more money the better, right?"

"But what about that practical slaughtering*?" England sighed as his boss shrugged.

"It was only a minor set back. Don't worry about it." But I caused innocent civilians to die; His civilians.

~Flashback~

And now England didn't have any say in anything that happened between the angry colony and himself.

"It's for the better of the people." Doubting his bosses decision, England decided to try and take some things into his own hands. But now, seeing America dumping his precious tea in the Boston Harbor, he felt the first twinges of anger* beginning to show. "You and your stupid tea can burn in hell!" "Tch." He snapped out before turning away from the crowd of cheering people. "You fool, you bloody fool."

"That's it! This has to end! England!" Glancing up from his book, England gazed at his boss with rather tired and hollow eyes.

"Yes?"

"America has, in a round about way, declared war on us!" England flinched away from these words, feeling his heart snap in two. Despite it's now usual hardness, it still would crumbled at the talk of war with his once loyal colony.

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Well, put an end to it!"

"And how do you expect me to do that?" There was a pause and England got to his feet, shaking his head. "I refuse to fight against America."

"Look, England, I know he used to be your shinning star of everything you saw pure, but he's grown up. He's not your little brother anymore and you have to get over that. I'm sorry." England's heart and spirit sunk farther than ever before and he sighed as his supervisor for to his feet. "Prepare for battle."

"Yes sir."

Storm clouds roared above England's head as he walked steadily toward what he knew would be an upcoming battle. "Be careful, alright?" Not turning around to face the superiorities behind him, he nodded.

"Of course. Aren't I always?" He chuckled, feeling his old spirit beginning to re-spark. Continuing on with his men behind him, he gripped his musket tightly, dreading the thought of possibly having to shoot his favorite colony. His eyes clouded with memories and as the first raindrops began to fall, he was yanked from his thinking by a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Look." Blinking slowly to clear his vision, he spotted a uniformed male ahead of him. The all to familiar scruffy hair and dark blue orbs seemed to haunt England's thoughts and he stiffened as he men prepared for battle. No .. No, this can't be happening. "Ready!" Shutting his eyes tightly he prepared himself for the sudden sound of gunfire.

"England!" The sound of America's voice snapped him from his thinking. "You're not to be able to hide anymore! I want my independence! And if you won't give it to me willingly," The colony paused, raising his musket to align with England's chest, even in the distance. "I'll just have to take it!" Anger and pain flashed through England's eyes and he snarled, his teeth clenched.

"Take it huh? You think I ever wanted this to happen?" America lowered his musket slightly, a look of confusion shadowing his face. "It wasn't me who raised all of the taxes, who asked so much of you, hell, I didn't create the taxes in the first place! It was my damned boss. But this whole time you've been blaming me. Been pointing your finger at me and me only. Well I'll show you America. The Great Britain doesn't give up so easily!" Lifting his musket he charged forward, his eyebrows furrowed as he moved past America and toward one of his men. Knife met flesh and a cry of pain filled the air. Soon afterward shouting and shooting began to ring in the elders ears. Cries of terror, pain, and death threatened to swallow him whole and never let him see the light of day again. As quickly as it started, it was over. Now blood splattered and torn apart mentally and physically, England gazed around him. His men had fallen, failed to stand up to what he had trained them to be. And maybe that's because he had wanted it to be that way.

"England?" Yes, that's what he wanted. Now alone on his side of the battle field, England began to realize that this all had been planned out from the beginning. From the first time he encountered America up till now. It was destiny, and there was nothing he could do about it. "England!" Silence followed the rather loud call of America as England gazed at him, face twisted in pain from his obvious wounds both on the outside and inside. "Sorry England, but I'm gonna choose freedom. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm not your little brother, either. As of now, I'm declaring my independence!" Silence once more.

"Ngh." England narrowed his eyes to nothing more than slits. "I-I won't allow it!" Thrusting up his musket the country charged forward, rage overtaking him completely. In an attempt to stop from getting stabbed America moved his own musket in the way, letting it get stabbed by England's and tossed aside rather easily. Not even meaning to stab the colony, England's eyes widened at the sudden weakness his colony was showing. "You don't have the strength to stand on your own!"

"Go ahead." England pulled his musket away from America's chest, confused. "Shoot me. I would rather be dead then not be free. I want to fly England. Fly like that eagle did that one day. You said I would fly like that, and yet you're holding me back from doing the very thing I dream of? So go on, shoot me. I know you want to." England's eyes widened in surprise and he puffed out breaths of exhaustion. Blood trailed down from his bottom lip, showing he wasn't really in the condition to take down every body on the battle field on his own.

"I .. I can't do it." He muttered, tears forming in his eyes as he threw aside his weapon. "You bloody fool .." He growled out weakly before sinking to his knees and covering his face. The tears now flowed down his cheeks at a steady pace as the rain fell upon them. "Dammit. Why? Why dammit?" He asked softly, no more than a whisper.

"England .." Not looking up England continued to weep at the loss of a battle, of companions, but most of all, the lost of something he loved more than life. "You used to be," America paused, his own eyes tearing up at the sight of his former best friend dying on the inside. "So big."

"America? Isn't it time to leave?" England stopped his sobbing almost instantly and raised his head slightly to lock gazes with America's deep blue orbs.

"Yeah. It's time to go home."

"W-wait!" England cried out weakly as his former colony turned his back on him. "D-don't go!" No response. "Don't go!" Still nothing. As America began to fade into the rain and darkness silence enveloped around him, threatening to drive him to madness. "Dammit! Dammit!" Beating his fist down on the wet soil below him. "Dammit! America!"

"Engwund? Promise me something? Promise you won't ever weave me."

"I'll never be leaving you, I can promise you that."

"Bloody hell." He murmured, looking around at the bodies around him. "It's hopeless. He's gone. Gone forever." Shakily getting to his feet, England gazed once more at where America disappeared before bowing his head in sorrow. "Grow strong America."

"Being able to fly high and free like that. I wish I could do that!"

You got your wish. England thought as he slowly turned to go back to his own home. Let's just hope it was for the better.

~*Info*~

- "Why should I have to pay for something that won't help me out?" - The taxes the British imposed on the young American colonies were meant as nothing more than to bring money to themselves and no one else, so in the end it only caused the weaker to-be nation grief.

- "I'll be here to try and help you through it." - At this time Canada was a British colony along with America. After the war England used Canada as a 'recovery buddy', or so I've been told.

- "You and your stupid tea can all burn in hell!" - Boston Tea Party; December 16th, 1773. When British officials in Boston refused to return three shiploads of taxed tea to Britain, a group of colonists boarded the ships and destroyed the tea by throwing it into Boston Harbor. The incident remains an iconic event of American history, and other political protests often refer to it.

- "But what about that practical slaughtering?" - Boston Massacre; March 5th, 1770. An incident that led to the deaths of five civilians at the hands of British redcoats on March 5, 1770, the legal aftermath of which helped spark the rebellion in some of the British American colonies, which culminated in the American Revolutionary War. A heavy British military presence in Boston led to a tense situation that boiled over into incitement of brawls between soldiers and civilians and eventually led to troops discharging their muskets after being threatened by a rioting crowd. Three civilians were killed at the scene of the shooting, eleven were injured, and two died after the incident.

- "He felt the first twinges of anger." - In Britain, even those politicians considered friends of the colonies were appalled and this act united all parties there against the colonies.

There will be another couple chapters, don't worry .

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