I don't own Hetalia! end/AN/

"America! Get your arse over here, now!" England was storming up the street, straight towards the almost-adult colony.

America's head turned towards him, and he tilted his head to the side. He wanted to be challenge England, in some ways, stay in place and make him come to him, but now was not a good time to be doing that. He excused himself from conversation, and walked towards England, dragging his feet a bit. "Yes?"

"Don't 'yes?' me! You know why I'm bloody angry with you!" England's eyes were blazing.

America shrugged. "I haven't the foggiest, England."

"You little-! Gaspée, why else?" England didn't look patient, fists clenching.

America shrugged again. "If you say so."

England demanded, "What have I ever done to you to make so insolent? You looted and burned one of my ships!"

Such an outcome seemed obvious to America. With the heavily policed trade going on, there was bound to be anger. In fact, he could feel that anger bubble a bit at the tone England was using. "I told you, you have to do something about all these ridiculous rules! I won't live by them."

England's teeth ground, and he seemed to make up his mind about something. He grabbed America's sleeve, and tried to drag him away. "That's it, I'm cutting a switch!"

"You're… what?" America stood there, bemused and unmoving. "A switch? You think I'mI a child?"

"Yes, you are, and I will put you in your damn place!" England grunted, trying to move America, but failing. It seemed he was being reminded once again of America's great strength. "Will you come with me!" he snapped, giving a great tug and making America stumble forward.

"You're not switching me. I'm not some disobedient kid!" America glared at England's back, still not budging.

England growled, giving a sharp yank and just barely getting America to move a bit. "You are a child, a disobedient, ungrateful little child! Why, it's a miracle I even put up with your horrible manners and actions!"

"Oh, a miracle, is it?" America yanked his arm back, freeing it from England. "You can get your switch, but you're not switching me."

"Of course I am! 'Spare the rod and spoil the child!'" England said, brows drawn down and face a caricature of anger.

America turned on his heel and left, shouting over his shoulder, "One day, you'll understand I'm not a child anymore!"

"Bullocks!" England yelled after him, and America took off at a run, swiftly disappearing from sight.

It wasn't the last of the conflict; more like the beginning…

/AN/ So like, the whole Gaspée thing was this British ship that crashed onto the shore. And, due to anger over all the control over shipping things, the Americans burned and looted it. They couldn't punish anyone in particular, however, because they didn't know who specifically did it.

This is a companion piece to Savage, but it's perfectly understandable without reading it.