Well, hey again. Independance day is today and I thought I might as well write a little story about it... What England gets up to on America's birthday. Yes this is Hetalia. For those who don't know Hetalia, it's an anime about the countries who are personifed.
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How I hated this day. Every 4th of July Canada holds a party for his brother, America. I was invited but I plan on sitting at home, like every year. I never liked having to see America on his birthday, it brought back painful memories of that one time...

"I... I can't shoot you" The words I had muttered when I had America at gun point on the battlefield ringed in my ear.
"Dammit why? It's not fair" I was knelt, sobbing into my hand infront of the now independant Nation.
I had brought him up from such a young age... I was scared he would mess up and fall. Don't get me wrong, I never wanted him to be unhappy, but... I raised him as if he were my son, and I was just so worried... That last moment at the battlefield
"What happened?" He mumbled "I remember when you wete great..." After that the pain of my wounds got the better of me and I retreated, giving him his victory. .. and freedom...

So I sit at home, bottle of whisky by my side and a thumping head ache caused my depressed state... Reflecting... Yes.. I'm proud of his achievments after the war, he has done many great things for the world and I envy his carefree life... But I still have that nagging fear that America would slip up....


I wish him a great birthday....