((Note, this isn't a USUK, if anything, its that father/son or brother-brother relationship that these two probably have, but is definitely broken, okay?😅 Also, big chapter incoming))
After the memory, and America calmed down from his laughing fit, he started to think and quickly froze, looking scared of what was next. Canada seemed to notice the sudden shift in atmosphere, and looked over at him, frowning a bit. He didn't know what happened, all he knew was after the revolution, England was inconsolable and America was free, and both wouldn't say a word about it. England would just talk down on the American for leaving, and America would be saying how awesome it was to get independence but never how he got it, so he (and everyone else) was left in the dark.
The Canadian shook out of his thoughts, and went over, rubbing his back a small bit for comfort. "It can't be that bad, eh? I mean, you talk about how good it was to finally be independent so, it's not all bad, right?" He said, and Alfred sighed, looking up at him with a small frown. "I... I guess... I mean, getting it wasn't fun and right after, it... You'll see anyways, I don't have to explain it, let's just get this over with..." He mumbled, walking to the next door slowly, with Matthew following behind, not too excited for what he'll see.
((I can see the same happening in white limbo with England and them, and England is like America, not wanting to talk about it but fearful to rewatch it. Ok? Ok.))
"These taxes are awful! They're causing me and my people to become broke!" Was heard as the video started playing. From the other side of the table, a growl. "Well, it's the only way to get you and your rebellious rubbish dealt with! It's a punishment for being disobedient." "You started all of this in the first place! When you started taxing me before, unjustly might I add." Was shouted back in retaliation, and an offended gasp could be heard. "Unjust- I saved you from the twat! I got you more land! And, what, a few pounds is too much?!" "It was unnecessary and uncalled for! You shouldn't be taxing me if your saving me!! People got angry because you didn't even let us have a word! And your angry because people are trying to get heard by you?!" "You would only whine about being 'TaXeD tOo MuCh' if I did, like your doing right now! Compared to my own people, you should be thankful you aren't taxed as much! Even right now! You can blame yourself and your people for causing these taxes, you were and still are being rebellious for no reason!!" Another low growl was heard, and the two death glared each other, staying like this for a few long moments. "Your being tyrannical." "Your spoiled.." The two grumbled, looking away.
The American stood, sighing deeply and giving England a dead serious look. "Look. I don't want war, but, that might happen with how things are going. Just repeal your taxes and take your soldiers out of Boston, and things will be fine." He negotiated in a grave tone, and the Brit glared daggers at him. "Never. You need to be punished, or, be brought down to your level. I've been pampering you too much.." He hissed, scowling at the younger, who sighed, having had enough of this. "I'll let you think about it." The American said, still in his monotone voice, turning to leave, as Arthur grumbled, saying not nice things behind his back. Alfred just left the room, walking through the building, a governor's house, and exiting, sighing deeply once he was out.
America found himself walking into the woods, and felt himself smile at his surroundings, but that quickly disappeared, as he sat by a tree. He honestly didn't want a war or anything, just wanted a peaceful way to end hostilities, but, England said outright he wouldn't stop, and those were the things America wanted him to change... He let his head hit the tree, staring at the sky, thinking. He wanted to just vent, but figured nobody needed to know, it was personal to England and him, so, he wouldn't ruin that as well, he was doing enough to mess things up already.
The American soon stood back up after what seemed a half hour of thinking, going back to his house, thinking on the way. Once he was at the house, he went over to the couch and just fell over on it, staring at a wall blandly. He was fighting himself on if this deserved a war, apart of his said no, it could be solved in a more diplomatic way, but another part of him knew England wouldn't change, and he wouldn't either, so a war would just have to happen.
He rolled over to be facing the back of the couch. Since he figured a war would occur, he had barely any hope in winning it. He had no army to speak of, and he was going against the strongest country on the planet. He tried to think back to his "not going down without a fight" mentality but, just, couldn't. He would be lying if he said he wasn't scared, he honestly didn't know if he should fear for his life, but, just tried to tell himself England wouldn't go that far as to kill his own brother.
If he even thought of America as that anymore. Wouldn't surprise him if Arthur didn't.
The American was soon shaken out of his thoughts, quite literally, as he sighed a bit, turning around to see the Canadian looking at him confused. "What happened?" He asked, tilting his head, to get a small sigh in return. "Nothing much. Just... England being England, being stubborn." He ended grumbling, as Canada rose an eyebrow. "Yeah but so are you." Alfred huffed, sitting up and looking down at him, before smiling and patting his head. "Can't hear you from up here~" He said, chuckling as Matthew just glared up at him playfully, before huffing and folding his arms. "Don't make me remind you who's older for the fiftieth time." He grumbled slightly, and America just rolled his eyes, going to get some water. "Right but, I look at least five years older. At least." He said, shrugging, and Canada followed behind, grumbling. "Just because your taller.." He mumbled, and America turned back to him, now having a cup. "And the fact you look like a toddler. " He said with a smirk, as Canada glared at him again and just starting hitting his legs, saying things in french that America couldn't understand.
((France: *Gasps* MATTHIEU LANGUAGE!-))
Said American couldn't help but laugh, as he just picked him up from the back of his shirt, and the second Matthew saw himself being lifted up, he looked up at him with a annoyed deadpan. "I actually hate you sometimes." "Only sometimes, so you don't really mean that." America said smugly, and Canada just glared daggers at him, and stayed like that for a few seconds before starting to squirm, trying to get out of his grasp, and was set down after a few minutes. "If it wasn't for your strength and height, you might question saying anything right now." Matthew threatened, but America just cooed, kneeling down and patting his head again, soon laughing. This only seemed to anger the Canadian more, as he tried to stop him which didn't really work. He was soon just hugged tightly, surprising him for a few minutes before just getting angrier. "Your so adorable when you mad!~" Alfred said, laughing afterwards as Matthew's face went red and he started to grumble in french quietly, giving up on getting away since that was now impossible.
America went quiet after some time of teasing Canada, and had went into the livingroom again during that time, sitting back on the couch. The American was still holding him closely and tightly, thinking about everything and gaining all his emotions from before, but mainly stress. Matthew picked up on the change of the atmosphere, glanced up at him confused. "Uh.. Al? What's wrong?" He asked, waving a hand infront of his face, quickly snapping him out of his thoughts. "Huh?- oh, uh, nothing.. just, nothing..." He stammered, shaking his head while burying his face in Canada's hair, making him shiver slightly, but soon shake his head a small bit. "Like I'll believe that. What is it?" He deadpanned, to get a hum of denial in response. The Canadian groaned, moving a small bit, not to get out of his grip but just to not be laid on anymore, which took a few minutes, before staring up at him still with his deadpan. "It's your fight with England, isn't it?" He said dully, as America frowned, but nodded a bit, looking away. Matthew sighed, laying on him, thinking. "It can't be that bad. You'll get over it eventually, and you won't kill each other, so calm down." He said, pretty confidently, as Alfred pursed his lips slightly, staying quiet for some time. "Y-yeah... yeah, it can't be that bad.... I.. it can't." He mumbled, trying to make himself believe what he was saying but wasn't getting anywhere. Canada seemed to take this, nodding a bit and just repeating himself, quieter this time, as America nodded again, looking away.
~~~~~((imma just not write very well here since, y'all should know about the revolution, and there is an episode about it in the anime, so, yeah sorry-))
As the tensions grew, America became more and more distant to Canada, not wanting him to know, along with having to be away a lot, France watching over Matthew most of the time. Canada was confused about this, but ignored it, noticing that he was stressed and just thought he'd ask after everything settled down.
Once the war came, America was quick to sign up, and being that he's the country, he was let in, but wouldn't really be able to fight, only able to overhear plans and help here and there with errands and whatnot from being too young. This didn't really surprise America, but at least he was let in.
He saw England many times on the battle field, and even though he was breaking the rules, he would go out with the militia to help in battle, with the pro that his wounds heal faster and he was stronger then everyone, but the cons were that, he had many more wounds from the war just happening, and if he died the colonies wouldn't win. He was regularly scolded by uppers for doing this, and was watched almost all the time, to not be running off to fight. This annoyed him greatly, but he just had to deal with it.
As the war raged on, both the American and Brit were gaining more and more injuries, England being able to only watch from the back and America being bed ridden after a year or so. This was also a huge blow to their mental health, as they were constantly zoning out, or just unsociable in general. They also wouldn't do basic human needs until ordered to, working themselves to a high degree and getting barely any sleep, and barely eating/drinking anything, well, minus alcohol for England.
Their perceptions of the other started to worsen as the war continued also. Alfred had even started seeing a general of his, George Washington, as more of a parent then England, which Arthur had noticed and wasn't happy about, swearing to himself he would kill everyone single one of them. Washington was fond of the younger, but did discourage him from joining in on the fighting, though not as much as the others, knowing he could be a great asset to the militia. He would let America watch from afar, or sometimes be a sniper of sorts, but not be too close to the fighting.
One day, when America was stuck in his bed, trying to heal, Washington came up to him with a person having red eyes and white hair besides him. Washington introduced the person, saying he came from Prussia, having some background with the military so could be of a lot of help, before leaving to let them discuss whatever, as he was needed elsewhere. The person shook their head with a few small "tsk"s before sitting down on the bed, looking over America. "You really are in bad shape." They said in an interesting accent that caught Alfred off guard, but he just sighed and looked down, frowning. "Yeah.." The person signed, rubbing his head which made him look up at him, confused. "Well, cheer up kid, I heard about this little war you were having, and seeing how your men are they uh... Need some training. Figured I'd be of some help." He said, smiling a small bit, pulling his hand back, as America's eyes widened slightly. "What?! Your gonna help?! Really?!!" The person only chuckled, nodding and standing back up. "Ja, ja, now come on. You need to learn with your men." The American beamed up at him, nodding and jumping out of his bed, to get an amused laugh from the elder.
The Prussian watched him as they walked to the field, having a small smile on the way. "You know, you really remind me of my younger Bruder. Blonde, blue eyes.. his hair is lighter, and you are taller, but in all honestly you two look the same." He said, shrugging, as Alfred laughed a bit. "That's cool! What's he like?" He asked, as the Prussian though for a few seconds, humming. "Well, he's pretty quiet, and somewhat strict, though a good kid overall." He said, smiling as he thought, as America nodded, thinking himself. "Hey uh... Can I know your name by any chance...? Like, you don't have to tell me, I can just call you sir or whatever-" The elder laughed, waving his hand. "Calm down, my names Gilbert, so just call me that. You can also just call me Prussia." He said with a shrug, as America looked surprised before happy. "Okay! I'll just say Mr Prussia or something like that!" He said, as Prussia nodded, chuckling. "Well, what's your name? I told you mine, you tell me yours." America looked down, embarrassed the didn't tell him already. "Well, uh, my names Alfred! Though, America is fine as well, I don't really care what you call me." He said, smiling up at him, to which Gilbert returned the gesture, as they soon got started with the training.
It was the end of the day when the training ended, and America was told to only watch by almost everyone, to which he followed, mostly. He couldn't help but train alongside his militia, knowing it would come in handy for later in his life, at least. As the men were sent to sleep, Prussia talked more with America, about the war or just his life in general, and in return, got to know more of the Prussian and Europe as a whole. Gilbert was surprised at how little he had known of Europe, not being able to list anybody minus England, Spain and France. He supposed he couldn't blame the young nation, and so just answered his questions, as it was entertaining to see his reactions.
The two got along surprisingly well, Washington and everyone else were surprised. After Prussia had left to get some sleep, Washington approached America, interested, as he told Alfred that, Prussia had quite the military in Europe, being small but robust and well disciplined, so was able to grow to power with these small punches of attacks. Being as England also had this type of army, Washington said, it could be a lot of help to have him as a general of sorts as well. This made the american pretty happy, as he actually really liked Prussia, as he also needed all the help he could get...
The memory paused with laughter, and in the white limbo, the Prussian was doubled over in laughter, while being stared at in confusion and annoyance. "You helped him?!" Arthur shouted at the albino, shocked and annoyed, who just laughed more. "Ja! The kid knew nothing of what an army was! The awesome me helped him and now look! Strongest person in the world!" He said with a wide smile, laughing again. "I.. didn't know that.." Germany mumbled, thinking about it before narrowing his eyes at his elder brother. "What did you do?" He asked suspiciously, to get Prussia raising his hands in surrender. "Trained him to be a twat is what..." The Brit grumbled to himself, getting some annoyed glares but sent back much harsher ones, and only continued to grumble to himself about America, like every other time the revolution is brought up.
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((Okay, uh... One, i didn't expect there to be 30 fricken chapters.. two it's been a while since I've wrote anything.. here or on my other stories... But i have a valid excuse nobody cares about! S k o o l s t a r t e d. And it's been difficult to be updating as frequently as before but also not fail, so, yeah.. so, if i go dead for a while, know I'm not stopping writing, school just had to plague me with existing again. ;-; also, in the next chapter we're just gonna start immediately back with the memory so, the reason for the ending. Well, yeah, that's it, just though if tell ya, well, buh byeeee-))