Hi everyone. This is my very first Hetalia fanfiction and I really did my best. It's also my very first fanfiction on this website and I'd love some feedback on how you guys think I'm doing so please remember to review :).

Btw you see at the beginning of the chapter Canada asks for his independence without a fight and he gets it xD...That's actually how Canada got their independence ... by talking about it ... _"

Also I added on to the revolutionary war scene (Duuuuh) so I hope you like what I added

Britain

"Britain come play with me!" America shouts grinning ear to ear
The Brit looked up from the book he had been reading before the interruption by his little brother "Not right now"
America gave a sad pouty face "B-But Britain...Your always so fun to play with...And I LOVE it when you play with me...So can you please? It's really boring without any younger nations to play with other than Canadia and he's never any fun and whenever he plays that stupid head France has to come too and I don't really like France"
Britain looks up "That's not nice America" but he couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face, America had known from a very young age insulting the Frenchman was a good way to get Britain's attention.
"S-So will you play with me?" America asks his blue eyes getting comically larger and they shined to a point where they appeared to be full of glitter.
Britain put down a book "I suppose I will"
"Yay!" America grins bring his toy soldiers over to me
"Why are you always so obsessed with playing with me" I chuckle
"Because your awesome big brother!" America says grinning
I flinch a little bit thinking of my own big brothers but the enthusiastic way America says it makes me smile.
"Thanks America" I smile "But you don't have to be all desperate all the time I'm not going anywhere"
America's face darkens, he mutters something I don't understand.
"What?" I ask concerned
"No I'm fine" America smiles "Let's play"

I woke up freezing and shaking. I growl in frustration. Why do I always have to have dreams about him...It's getting aggravating. I'm at war with him...It's like life hates me...making me think of the time when someone out there actually cared about me. This war is winding to an end and things I am sorry to say don't look very good on my side...It really does look like my inexperienced little brother is going to end up winning.

Stressed and a bit flustered from my dream back into time I sigh and get out of bed. It couldn't yet be 6:00 AM and as the war suggested the final battle was coming soon so getting a bit of extra sleep may help.
Not going to happen if you keep dreaming about America I thought suppressing a second sigh
It was a wonder my country was still running with this empty sad feeling I felt all the time now...I made myself a cup of tea and sat down in a chair by the window sipping and thinking sadly about America...He was an idiot...What if he got shot? What if he got lost? What if h-OH SHUT UP!
I slam my tea cup down on the windowsill "STOP THINKING OF ALL THE BAD THINGS THAT COULD HAPPEN TO AMERICA!"
"My shout echoed through the house. Unfortunately, all I'd heard echoed back was America's name...Over and over and over...

"England?" I look up
"Oh hello Canadia did I wake you up?" I ask
"Haha my name is actually Canada" Canada laughs
"Sorry" I mutter
"A-Anyways" Canada looks extremely uncomfortable "I was uh...wondering...can I please have my independance?"
My eyes widen, not another one! "Wh-What!?"
"I uh...know that with all this America s-stuff you must be r-really stressed..." Canada's voice trails off "B-But I don't want to fight and you never remember me so it's not like you'll feel as bad as losing America and stuff...And I'm more mature than him s-so if he becomes h-his own country I-I should be too"
I stare at Canada for a long time, he's actually helped me alot he does deserve some sort of a reward. I suppose...
"Happy independance day Canada" I reply holding back tears.
"R-Really!" Canada's face lights up
He looks so much like America...I remember when I used to make America smile like that...
"Yes really" I reply
Canada hugs me "Th-Thank you so much!"
"Better go tell your people" I reply smiling trying to hide the empty sadness I felt inside me
"Y-Yeah" Canada nods "Thanks a-again England..."
And I've lost another brother.
Another one.

America

"America I have a present for you!" Britain says
I grin "Ooh! Ooh! What is it!"
"Well the first one is actually practical" Britain admits
I pout, practical ALWAYS meant it was going to be something boring or totally uncool and heros ALWAYS need stuff that is cool!
"Don't look so upset" Britain laughs "It'll still be something you'll like"
"What is it?" I ask trying to make my voice sound just as excited as before
"It's a journal" Britain replies grinning take a leather book out of his pocket "It's very large so it should last you a long time. Whenever I have to go deal with problems in my own country you can write down your thoughts in this"
"Th-Thanks Britain!" I grin, this might actually be sort of cool...I open up the book hugging it to my chest "Thank you again"
"Anytime America" I laugh
"Y-Your the best big brother ever!" I shout hugging him
Britain blushes and smiles. I always love it when my big brother smiles. The first time I saw him he looked so sad and I really didn't like my big brother looking sad. Britain looks so much more awesome when he smiles so I've made it my personal goal to make him smile as much as I possibly can.
"Britain I love you!" I grin hugging him
Britain's smile gets even wider and I know I've done something right.

"GAH!" I sat up quickly in bed
Oh my god dude that was so freaky! I thought What's up with these crazy dreams?
I shrugged it off figuring it was just me pressuring myself to win this stupid war...I-I couldn't be Britain's little brother! I just couldn't! I've felt so weird around him...I mix like I was going to blush and or faint...He was Britain...He was my Britain. A-Ack! I m-mean my big brother! It's so not heroic for me to be confused! So until I figured out what this weird feeling was I just wouldn't be near Britain...F-For a little while anyways...Oh my god I was shaking! Heros don't shake because they're never scared of anything. I flinch slightly and sigh.

It's raining outside. The storm is probably going to last a while. I hope it isn't raining during the final battle...I flinch just thinking about that...That's the day when I leave Britain forever...A-Ack...Why does the idea of that hurt so much!? I...He...My people! They're suffering! It's his fault! I clenched my teeth...There must be some other reason I was just so angry at him...I hated when my people suffered, I really really did but there was something else. Something deep in my heart that told me I had to do this. I listened to my heart more than I listened to my brain so I might as well. Plus independance will probably feel AWESOME not having to rely on anybody but myself. As cold as it sounds, I actually want that quite a lot. I'm not a little kid anymore...

I walk through my house thinking about the times when Britain left me when I was a kid. I was so scared...And then when he was back I was taller than him! It felt so amazing to be bigger than my bi-than Britain. He won't be my big brother for long. And when he came back I felt so funny inside, I STILL felt like that, I couldn't really place something to it but I know France must know why I wanted to be independant. When he agree to assist me he laughed in my face and told me "he knew it would 'appen eventually". I raised my eyebrow and asked him what he was talking about and that seemed to make him laugh even harder. I sighed thinking about the aggravating memory.

I shut my eyes and sat back in one of the big cozy chairs and shut my eyes trying very very hard to relax.
"America sir!"
I groan as one of my Generals walks into the room.
"What?" I ask with a sigh
"In 3 days England will be upon us and we'll have to attack" he says
"Alright thank you please leave" I reply
He leaves and I'm openly confused on why people would bug me so early in the morning especially with something like that.

3 Days Later

It was still pouring but today I didn't have the luck to be in my home. I was out on the battlefield staring at England who looked like he might start crying at any moment. My troops were lined up behind me but none of them were moving. Right now it was strictly me vs England.
"Hey Britain!" I shout "All I want is my freedom! I'm no longer a child nor your little brother! From now on...consider me...independant!"
Those words for some reason hurt. I didn't know what to say I just kept glaring at him with angry eyes that was masking my sadness only slightly. But my heart was cracking in half looking at Britain. He looked like he would break out sobbing if I kept talking.
I don't want to hurt him...Please god don't let me hurt him so badly I thought
His sadness quickly turned to a sad sort of rage and he charged at me. I felt my men tense up behind me.
DON'T SHOOT HIM!
Being so lost in my thoughts of course distracted me. Shocked at how broken Britain looked I lowered my guard almost completely staring at him shocked. Just in time I bring up my gone which is stabbed by that uh..whatcha call it...pointy...Oh shut up who cares what it's called! Why should I care what something is called when I'm looking how broken someone I really care about is! My gun flies out of my hand and into the air. It falls with a small crash in the mud. I try very hard to keep a poker face as Britain points his gun at my head.
"I want allow it!" he shouts "You idiot! Why can't you follow anything through to the end?" his voice cracked a bit at the end
"Ready. Aim." one of my generals shouts
Do. Not. Hurt. My. Britain. in the heat of the moment I didn't even notice I had just called him "my" Britain
Nothing happened. All I could hear was the rain falling around me and Britain's heavy breathing. I stared still in complete shock at the gun. Was Britain...The person who had promised to protect me from everything...About to kill me?
The gun suddenly lowers. I look up to see why Britain had done that. Here was his chance to stop me from getting my freedom.
He just looked at me I could see the tears building up in his eyes "There's no way I can shoot you. I can't." His gun then falls to the ground followed quickly by Britain who was just bent down on his hand and knees just sobbing into his hand "Why? Dammit why!? It's not fair..."
I tried to stay calm and hold the tears back. I promised I'd always make Britain smile but now I was making him cry "You know why."
It seemed like all the memories of my childhood filled up my head. I could almost hear the smile in Britain's voice from when I was little and he said "Let's go home"
I bit my lip. I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't.
Not knowing what else to say I manage to choke out "Wh-What happened? I remember when you were great..."
Britain doesn't look up or reply. I've just broken the one person in the entire world that has ever really cared about me. Sure, Canadia (that's his name right?), France, a couple people have shown interest in me but Britain wanted me as his little brother. France just wanted more land and if a little brother came along with it but Britain wanted me not just the land that my country offered.
I lead my troops away I didn't want to leave Britain crying there all alone but I really had no choice.

Everyone was partying. It was so happy! I wished I could be happy, cheer and drink with the rest of them but I was to occupied thinking about Britain.
"Come on America!" some yells
"I'm not feeling good" I announce to my people "I um...I'm gonna go to bed, Kay? Cya tomorrow dudes and we'll pick up on the partying"
I run off leaving everyone extremely confused on why the greatest fighter, America, Alfred F. Jones, was completely blowing off the happiness after finally defeating Britain.

Instead of going home I grab a horse and I'm riding at top speed to where I had last seen Britain.
I hate to tell him that I don't hate him or whatever I don't want to make him cry he can't cry because I promised I'd make him smile. I'm going to tell him I'd never actually leave him because I- that's when it finally dawns on me, my entire body goes rigid Because I love him
Oh my god this was so totally wrong...I...I love Britain...And not brotherly love...That other kind...UGH!
All of a sudden everything seems to be going slower than before. COME ON I HAVE TO MOVE! I HAVE TO FIND BRITAIN!

Britain

I'd been sad when every single one of my colonies left but now I was in such a state that I couldn't move a muscle. America...My sweet little America...He just...Left...I was sitting there crying in the muddy group and all he could think to say was that I used to be great...Like I wasn't anymore...I hadn't moved from the spot, I just sat there crying.
This isn't fair! What on Earth did I do to have to lose my little brother! My little America! He hates me now dammit! He bloody hates me! I...America...Urg... Everything inside me felt so empty. I felt like there was no reason to go on at all...
Nobody had ever really cared about me, tried to be my friend, even my other colonies hadn't loved me as much as America did...But America...he used to...Care about me...Nobody had ever cared about me. Everyone else liked to annoy me but America always tried so hard to make me smile...And now because of some stupid taxes I'd lost my sweet little America forever.

"B-Britain" my entire body tenses, now I'm hearing things, that's America's voice but America is probably off being happy, happy to finally be rid of me.
"Britain" America's voice sounds more steady than before and it sounds closer...
He hates me. He has no reason to come back.
"Britain are you okay?" America asks again
I don't bother looking up but I know that this definitely isn't my imagination "Come to gloat?"
"N-No!" America sounds shocked I'd even think he'd do that "I wanted to make sure you were ok"
"Do you think I'd be ok?" Britain hisses "I just lost the one person in the entire universe that ever cared about me! Would someone be ok after that! Now leave me alone! Just go hate me in private!"
"I don't hate you" America's voice sounds so hurt...
I don't respond or look up I just bury my face into my knees.
"Come on Britain we have to get you home" America says calmly and like he actually cares what happens to me.
"I'm not going anywhere with you" I say softly, it probably sounds very muffled due to me talking into my legs
"Britain it's still raining, just a little, you'll get sick" America says still sounding very caring "Now come on we have to get you somewhere warm and dry or we have to get you home, one of the two"
"Go away America" I growl
"Come on dude I'm not leaving you out here! That would be totally unheroic of me!" America protests
"I don't want you here!" I protest back "I don't want your help!"
"Well your getting it" America replies "Now come on Britain"
Giving up I reply "Fine"
I get up thinking how horrible I must look right now. Why do I even care what I look like? It's just that bloody idiot America...

America makes me ride on his horse and he says that he'll walk, he then apologizes that it may take a little bit to get to his house (as he doesn't think I'll make the trip back to England in this state) since he can no longer go at full speed.
All the pain and hard work today had caused had really tired me out...I wasn't going to fall asleep with America here that wouldn't be a good idea...I'm asleep before I even know what happened.

The next morning I wake up with the same nothingness inside me as I had that last day. It took me a few minutes to realize I was in America's house, in the bedroom I always slept in when I came to visit him as a child.
So he was serious about helping me? I thought slightly shocked You'd think he'd at least send me to a prison or something, I MUST be his enemy now... That thought brings tears to my eyes
"Britain dude are you awake?" I heard America say softly from the other side of the door
I don't reply. I don't want to talk to him right now.
"I know you are" America replies
I still don't answer. If I don't reply maybe he'll decide I actually am asleep.
"Britain I'm sorry" America's voice cracks "I don't ever want to hurt you please talk to me..."
I quietly get up and look over the room. I'm never coming back here.
I go over to the door and open it up, America isn't in his uniform anymore so he actually looks like he usually would. I how he usually did before we were at war.
"How did I get here?" I asked
"Well you fell asleep when you were on the horse" America says blushing "So I err...Carried you..."
I glare at him.
"Britain I really am sorry I hurt you" America says looking at me with puppy dog eyes
"No you aren't" I respond angrily "You never think anything through America! This is why I'm so hurt! You should have known this was going to hurt me so horribly! I want to go home! I don't want to stay in your stupid country and longer you bloody wanker! Let me leave NOW!"
America's face shone with hurt but I was so angry right now I didn't care, I felt the need to cry again but I wouldn't. I wouldn't cry in front of America again. Not ever again.
"Fine...I'll get you some people to take you home..." America says softly "I tried to make tea, it's in the dining room if you want some, I hope you remember where that is dude...I'll um get some people now"
I watch him run off so quickly. He certainly seemed very concerned for my well being right there. He even made tea. That was very nice of him. I sigh and walk quietly through the house and to the kitchen.

The tea America made is actually very good. I wish I could make some scones for myself but it seemed pretty rude to make something in someone's kitchen without permission even if it was America...America...

I went home a few days later. It was a long sad journey and the entire time I wanted to go back and hug America and say I forgave him even though I really didn't forgive him at all...But he REALLY meant his apology...
I sigh and look out over the waves thinking about my time as a pirate. I left America when he was a child to go fight in wars. To go enjoy the freedom of sitting over the open sea.

What a waste.