Wren slipped into bed and snuggled into the sheets comfortably. He looked out of the window and saw that it was already late at night, and he should have been sleeping a while ago. But he couldn't help it, because he had finally captured America and the next day he'd be able to begin his "take-over-the-world" plan. This was practically the first time anything went his way since his untimely birth.

The evil former "country" stood up and closed the blinds because watching the outdoors was starting to bother him. He had promised himself that he would never leave the castle until he ruled the ground he walked on. As he walked back to his bed, he was keenly aware of how feeble he was: the marks were still there from when America had hit him, and he was walking slowly like an old man.

Wren was used to being alone. It felt like he had always been, and so it was very natural for him. The man stared up at the ceiling and his silvery eyes began to flutter downwards in sleep. Like he usually did, he thought and partially dreamed of the past: his birth and the events after it.

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It was during the winter of 1805-1806. A boy suddenly first appeared from under a table where an important American figure and a friend of his were talking about their plans – their plans for the boy's future, although he didn't know it at first. Timidly, he walked out from under the table after eavesdropping for a few minutes, and looked around the room with the wide, innocent eyes of a toddler. It was cold. He shivered and crossed his arms over his little white dress.

"Who let this child in here?" the child heard the main conspirator ask. Immediately, his gaze shifted to him, and he stared and stared into his eyes.

"I made sure no one came in this room. I don't know how he showed up here…" his friend answered.

"Well, we'd better let him out and bring him back to his mother. Say, little boy, where are your parents?" The man bent down to his height and returned his gaze.

"I don't have any," the child replied sadly. "But I think that…you might be my father."

"What are you talking about? You are definitely not any child of mine," the man said. He seemed even more confused. "Now please tell us the truth."

"It is the truth! You were talking about making your own country just now, weren't you?"

"You heard?" the man looked worried now. "Please don't tell anyone. We'll return you to your mother and father as soon as possible if you don't…"

"If you were, then that means that you created me," the boy said, seemingly wiser beyond his years in just a few seconds. "I am the country that you are hoping to make." The kid titled his head slightly and murmured, "Aaron Burr is your name, right?"

"What?" the man gasped in surprise when he heard his name being uttered by this child who had no idea where he even was just a little while ago. There was something weird, even creepy about this child, who literally seemed to have appeared out of thin air under the desk, because every door had been secured beforehand. Now he was telling him that he was the personification of his dream…?

It took a while for Aaron Burr to be fully convinced about what this strange phenomenon was, but once he accepted it, he continued talking about his plans with his friend while the child was within hearing range. By now the kid was wandering about the room happily and carelessly, and they had nothing to fear from him at the very least.

Since then, Aaron Burr carried the child around with him as though he were his own. But at the same time he wanted to keep him a secret because he was afraid someone would find out who he really was, and therefore about his intentions. The little boy was born out of his dreams and hopes; Burr was determined to make him a country soon, and promised it to him often. Sometimes, the child wondered if he was a burden, a mistake. He couldn't just abandon the small kid now, but if he was caught, the punishment for treason was usually death.

Burr didn't have a country name for him, but because whenever he was away the child played in the nearby woods where these cute birds called "winter wrens" (or just wrens in England) lived, he started to call him simply Wren. Wrens were more common in the New World, and were very small (one of the tiniest). They were secretive, but their songs were very loud and complex. Wren still remembered the images of those birds he played with, so small and timid and whose habits were just like his. Wren had to be a secret, like them, but he was determined to finally find a time where he could sing loudly like they did.

Wren was "born" in Washington, D.C., and so he stayed there even when Burr was gone doing work or whatever else he did. He always happiest whenever his "father" came to visit him.

He didn't know when it happened or when, because he was still a child and didn't understand many things, but one day he overheard people talking about Aaron Burr and how he had been arrested and was now being tried for treason. Worried, Wren immediately set off to look for him. He heard he was being tried in Richmond, Virginia. It had been a long walk, but Wren was determined and made it after days and nights of nonstop travel. He didn't need to eat and he didn't want to stop because he wanted to be there for him.

Eventually, Wren was able to enter the court house and peer in from the observing crowd to see what was happening. He didn't understand anything, but he was still scared.

That was when he saw him. A teenaged boy with blonde hair and blue eyes was watching from the front of the crowd. His eyes shifted slightly to his sides at times, as though he weren't supposed to be there.

However, after a while his gaze caught the little boy who was battling his way through the crowd of people, and his eyes widened in surprise. Wren did not notice this look of recognition that he had, but this young man had seen him before, in D.C., near the place where he liked to take his walks and where the small birds tried to hide. Alfred had always wondered who he had belonged to, and looking now at his dirty, white dress and watering eyes it was obvious.

The United States of America walked out of the court room after that and said nothing to anyone about the boy, lest he was taken in or his identity was exposed (therefore America's as a nation, as well). The best option was to just leave him be. The boy watched him leave, seemingly knowing inwardly who he was. However, he didn't call him out or follow him. He merely turned back to the court proceedings because, in his young mind, it was more important.

After the trial, Burr was determined to forget about everything. He had been acquitted by the Supreme Court, but now he wanted to go to England and take Wren with him. Wren did not like the long ship ride there, but he was sure he could survive anything as long as his father was there with him.

They went visiting the countryside and saw an abandoned castle in the distance when Wren realized that his own body was dying, because he was getting weaker and weaker and could now barely walk without assistance. He remembered burning up with a strange fever and breathing heavily. He remembered being laid against a makeshift bed in the castle and Burr saying something over him, probably praying.

Wren could only remember a few of those words now because he had been sick and it was a long time ago: "Please…my final wish…Wren…human…"

After that, Wren was asleep for a long time. Aaron Burr seemed to know that he may wake up one day, but after waiting for a few years in self-imposed exile in Europe, he wanted to return to the United States and continue practicing law. He felt horrible, but he had to abandon poor Wren, leaving a note in his hand for when he would finally awaken. Burr became a recluse in New York City until his death.

Many, many years later, Wren woke up, but now he had the body of a teenager and it seemed he was no longer a potential nation. He had awakened exactly two hundred years later, but within a few years he learned everything about what was recently happening in the world and was able to plot what he wanted to do. In the yellowing note, Burr had left him some of his money, although he didn't have too much of it left at the time of his death. However, Wren was able to use some of it to put his plans into motion. He needed to work fast because now that he was human, he was starting to age.

Wren knew that there were other nations by instinct since he had started to become one himself. It took him a good portion of his time, but he was able to eventually find America and the place where they held their meetings (using spies of course because he had vowed never to leave the castle until he ruled everything). It was, to him, the only way to get revenge for his father. That was also why capturing America was so important to him, and why he seemed to hate England, which was because he had been left there for so long.

Now, his revenge was going to be complete very soon. The mere thought of that made Wren excited, but also extremely nervous. Would this be what his father wanted to see if he could be here now?

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A/N: I had a sudden spurt of creativity and decided to finally finish this chapter (in a couple of hours 0_0!). I guess I should elaborate on it here a little bit on the history this is based on.

Aaron Burr was tried in 1807 for conspiring to start his own nation (I randomly remembered this because my teacher made a joke about that when we were talking about him near the beginning of the year I think, so I just decided to use that idea). I think they were really just rumors but I'm not sure if it was actually true. I think he did have land down in the south or something and planned to invade another part of the US or something...Gosh, I know my history skills suck but I don't want to say anything that isn't definite here. I really hope this makes sense...Wren wasn't ever a nation but Burr had land somwhere so...? -shot-

Anyway, I really hope you liked this chapter and that it isn't too random. And the Wren-bird thing was cute. I just made that name up and it really ended up fitting him! I guess I'm just lucky sometimes, lol. Thanks for supporting this story and I'm sorry for not updating sooner. ;-; I was busy with APUSH and school stuff and some video games (...and I also cosplayed with a friend! 3 It was for Death Note and I was Light Yagami, and she was Misa. xD We had a random photoshoot and it was fun.) If I ever cosplay again I REALLY want to be America but I need to get his hair and clothes...Also, when I get a new pair of glasses I want them to look just like his. xD Problem is I haven't found anyone to be England...TT_TT

I still love Hetalia but I was staying away from it for just a bit. I'm surprised I haven't moved on to anything else seriously by now since I'm very sporadic with obssessions. Well, at least I'm still here and I'm going to try to finish this story when I can. I also have a few more ideas for other stories (all USxUK pretty much, lol) but I'm not sure if I should start any of them (I'll put the ideas up on my profile later I guess). I'm really nervous about them and I'm not sure if I'd be able to finish them...And I also hope I stay in the Hetalia fandom for much longer. Yeah, sorry this A/N is really long! It's late and I also apologize if there are grammar mistakes anywhere! I gotta go sleep! x_x ...oh yes, thank you all for the happy birthdays (even though it was a over a month ago as I write this)! And I truly apologize for this long A/N....I ramble a lot...=__= Please forgive me. ;-;