Give Me Liberty, or Give Me Death! (Again).

Prologue

I don't own any of the photos or anything related to Hetalia (Obviously). All credit goes to the artists and the creator of Hetalia.  This fanfic is rated T for some violence and swearing.
Human and country names will both be used.
This will be a America centric fanfic with some Amebel.
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September 3, 1783- some field in Virginia -
    America and his allies has been fighting against the British army for over 8 years.  They are tired, injured, and just wants it to end.  The only thing that is pushing them forward is the hope of this being the final push to win the war against Britain.  General George Washington, as well as other American and French generals, have told their men that this will be the last day.  One last battle before they will all be free, and that's all they needed to keep going.

Many hours have passed, with a storm starting to pick up. Many have died, and now it is just America and his soldiers facing the personification of Britain himself.  After all of the bloodshed and suffering, America has finally done it, he's won.

"Hey Britain. All I want is my freedom. I'm no longer a child, nor your little brother. From now on, consider me independent!"  America angrily yelled out as he pointed his gun at the man he has been fighting all these years.

Britain's shocked face face quickly turned to anger as he dashed forward and stabbed his bayonet at America, only for it to land into the musket America used to defend himself with.  Britain used this to toss the gun from America's hands.

Britain pointed his own musket backed at the American as the soldiers pointed their guns at the Brit.

"I won't allowed it, you idiot, why can't you follow anything through to the end!"  Britain yelled at the American.

After a couple of seconds, but what felt more like minutes, the tension suddenly dropped as the Brit lowered his gun, much to the surprise of the American. "There's no way I can shoot you."

England dropped his gun and fell to the ground sobbing into his hand "Why? Dammit why?! It's not fair."

America's face softened into a sad gaze as he looked down at his former caretaker. "You know why..... What happened? I remember when you were great." America said as he continued to look down at the sobbing Brit.

The scene began to get more and more uncomfortable for America as he began to think about all of the good memories he had with the man who raised him.

"I'm sorry, Arthur" America said in a cracked whisper as he began to get emotional. He quickly went over to where his musket had been tossed, picked it up, and started walking away so England would not see him tearing up.

England continued to sob on the ground as he thought about how he was losing the child he cared so much for. The child he broke his hand making toys soldiers for, the child he spent months trying to find in the New World. The ungrateful brat that went to war with him over some stupid taxes, and somehow beat him.  The world superpower beaten by some little insignificant colony.

England's sadness slowly turned to rage as he realized how much he sacrificed for the git, just for him to stab him in the back.

England grabbed the gun from the ground and pointed it at the American that was slowly walking away.

"Hey Alfred!!" England screamed as he looked down the guns sight.

America, caught off guard by the use of his name, turned around to face England.  Before he could even register what he was seeing, he heard a loud bang, and then saw nothing but darkness.

Britain watched as America's body collapsed backward onto the wet ground, the rain washing away the blood seeping out of the fresh hole in this forehead.

The soldiers raised their guns, ready to fire at the man who killed their personification. Before any of them could get a shot off, a loud blast went off, as one of the soldiers fell.  Then another, and then some more.

Britain turned around to see where the blasts had been coming from.  To his relief, he saw his own soldiers running toward him firing off shots at the rebels.

Soon enough the rebels began to retreat, firing off more shots as they sprinted away from the reorganized British army.

Britain began to slowly walk forward to the body of his former charge laying on the ground.  He stared at the blank, emotionless face of the dead colony, noticing his red and puffy eyes despite how pale the body has become.  Though he couldn't tell if Alfred has been crying and those were tears on his face or if it was just rain.  Either way, it brought tears to England's own eyes.

The empire began crying again feeling the pang of guilt in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Alfred, but it had to be done. I will not my empire fall."  Britain said as he knelt down and closed Alfred's eyes.

Britain stood up wiped his own eyes as he walked back to the group of British soldiers.

*time skip*

The British army continued their attacks on the the colonists, beating them at every battle.  About 2 months later, they have finally retaken Boston, and have captured the Founding Fathers in as POWs, where they are now facing trial.

"Benjamin Franklin, John Adams, Tomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton, and General George Washington. You have been found guilty of treason against the king and empire, and causing the death of thousands of both British and colonist lives. These crimes are very severe, and will be met with the punishment of... Death By Hanging!"

England and King George III were watching the trial from a balcony, as all of the citizens of the city of London cheered at the traitors death sentence.

King George looked over at his personification, noticing the turmoil in his face. "Arthur listen, I know you were very fond of the colony, but they went to war against us. Even if you let them live and they won, your relationship with him would never be the same. He would resent you forever."  The king said as he put his hand on England's shoulder.

England looked over at his boss and gave a small smile. "I suppose you are right."

The two of them looked back to the trial as the colonists were getting nooses put around their necks.

All of the the Founding Fathers glared at the British king. George Washington finally broke the tense silence as he spoke.

"You may have beaten us tyrant, but our beliefs of freedom with carry on through the generations. It may take hundreds, maybe thousands of years, but we will gain our freedom."

All of the the other Founding Fathers yelled in unison as the executioner grabbed the lever.

"God bless the United States!"

Then the floor beneath them opened, and they fell.
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Word count 1180

This is my first fanfic ever, so if it sucks then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯