2America's POV
I slowly opened my eyes, feeling something warm laying beside me. I looked over to see England, curled up and pressed against me. I stared down at her, wide-eyed. Is she really sleeping beside me? She never does that, not even when we have World Meetings and have to sleep in the same den. She usually sleeps as far away from as possible.
I smiled and laid my head back down. She does care... Even if she tries to pretend she doesn't. I looked around the blurry den. What happened to my...? I saw my glasses laying a little bit away, and pulled them over. I pushed them back onto my face and smiled as the room became normal instead of a blurry mess.
I'm near-sighted, which is why I could see England. I can't see anything more than a few inches in front of my face. I smirked, looking back at my former sister. She is really close to me, or else I wouldn't be able to see her.
"M-Merica..." England mumbled. I looked down at the sleeping she-wolf, who snuggled closer to me. Dude, did she just say my- "America..." she interupted my thoughts, saying my name again. I grinned. She is so adorable! And her accent is cute.
"What are you dreaming about?" I asked quietly, not even realizing I'd said it aloud until I heard my own voice. England snuggled closer again, not even minding my voice.
"S-Stop... Stay with me... My sweet colony..." she whimpered, her voice suddenly changing. I frowned. Oh... That's what she was dreaming about... Why does it have to be the Revolution? I dream about it sometimes too, but my dreams are something I could have done different... Her's sounds like... Like...
No POV
"S-Stop... Stay with me... My sweet little colony..." England whimpered. America looked at her, his expression cold. England stared back at her precious baby brother, her eyes begging and hurt. "America..." she whispered again. America looked away quickly, knowing that the look on her face would hurt him more.
Inside, America was dying. He knew this would hurt England, but he also knew he had to do it. He loved her, more than a brother should love his big sister. He couldn't stay her brother anymore, or she would never be able to return his feelings. He knew what had to be done. He had to go through with his crazy plan of a Revolution against Great Britain. It was the only thing he could do.
England watched as her brother walked out of the den. After all she'd done for him, this was how he repaid her? She cared about him... What was his problem? Why couldn't he just stay with her, and be her sweet baby brother still? Why did he have to be his own country? She would do ANYTHING to keep him...
"America!" she called again. America looked back at her quietly. She looked into his eyes... And realized she had no choice. He was a stubborn as she, a quality she used to be proud of. Now... Now it was just going to hurt her. He was going to leave her, or die trying.
Still, she had to try. "America, please... Don't do this. I'll do anything, America! I-I'll visit you more. I could... I could... I can do better! I can change, and I'll try to be the best big sister the world has ever seen!" England whined. It's so strange... Begging... She had never done this before, and it was weird to be begging her sweet little brother who would usually do anything to please someone else, just trying to make everybody happy.
America looked away. "I'm sorry, England. Really, I am. But this is how it has to be. I can't be your little colonial brother forever." he muttered. England bounded over to him, standing in front of him. She thought she knew what was going on.
"I'll let you be a country, America. Then we could still be brother and sister, I would help you out, give you more land, and then we could rule the world together. Think about it, the British American Empire! Wouldn't that be fun?!" she whimpered. She would truely do all of what she had just promised. As long as America was still her baby brother...
"No, England. I don't want that. I want to be free, I wanna be my own country. I don't want to be your brother anymore."
England's POV
I jumped awake, gasping for breath. America... He didn't want to be my brother anymore... He already wasn't my brother. I sighed and looked down quietly.
"England?" America asked quietly. I looked over at America, who was watching me with a worried expression. I sighed and smiled weakly at him.
"I'm alright, America. Just go back to sleep." I replied, hearing my own voice's broken tone. I was feeling hurt from the memories of him leaving me, deciding he wanted to be independent. What hurt the most, was not knowing. Why did he decide to become a country? I wasn't that bad of a big sister, was I? If I was, it wasn't my fault. I never had a real big sister, or a big brother. My so called 'brothers' were very cruel, and obviously hated me.
"-eaming about?" America's voice asked. I looked at the larger country.
"Hmm?" I asked, snapping out of my trance.
"What were you dreaming about?" America asked patiently. I sighed and looked away.
"It's none of your business, git." I muttered, not wanting to talk about it. America sighed quietly and pressed closer to me.
"Fine, we don't have to talk about it, I guess..." he muttered, sounding a bit disappointed. I looked at him, a bit surprised that he actually seemed like he wanted to talk about it. He always wanted to talk about stupid, insignificant things that would be forgotten within a few days. He certainly never wanted to talk to me about my feelings. I decided we could talk... Just this one time.
"The past. I dreamed of the past." I admitted. America stared at me for a moment, then nodded.
"I figured. You sounded pretty freaked out." he mumbled. I nodded and looked away.
"It was when you told me you didn't want to be my brother anymore... When you decided to begin the Revolution against me." I added quietly. America looked away.
"F-figured that too..." he admitted. I looked away, biting my lip.
"Yeah... Well, maybe we should both get to bed... I uh, I guess I'll get to my room." I muttered, standing up silently. America watched me quietly.
"You don't have too... It's actually kind of nice to sleep beside each other again... Like the old days." America muttered. I laughed, having been thinking the same day. It was like the old days, back when America was a colony and slept beside me after he had a nightmare, or was too scared to sleep on his own. I sighed.
"M-maybe we can share my den... Just for tonight... It's kind of drafty in here." I mumbled. America smiled softly.
"Yeah... I'd like that, England. I really would."
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