alliesunite (alliesunite) wrote in hetalia,

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My Declaration

Title: My Declaration
Characters/Pairings: America  
Word Count: 1,010
Rating: PG
Summary:  We've all read in history class at least some of the real Declaration of Independence, but if it was just America writing to England, how would he say goodbye? 
*Umm, I've never written anyhting like this before, so let's see how it goes!

 Dear England,

By the time you read this letter, I’ll be gone. Well, not gone gone, but I won’t be waiting around for you anymore. I’ll be too busy helping my people write the Constitution and making weapons for the war. If it comes down to that. Because I really hope it doesn’t. But if it does, I will fight you, and I will win. Heroes don’t back down from a challenge, no matter how hard it gets. And I am definitely a hero. So, in short, I’m leaving you to become my own nation, to be independent. And if that bothers you, just know that you brought this all on yourself.
I remember when I first met you- I was just a child- young and naive and scared. You seemed so big and strong at the time, definitely bigger than me. So I held onto you. I chose you to protect me, and I trusted that you would always have my best interests at heart. And I truly believe that you did… in the beginning. You were so kind to me, like no one else was. You took care of me. You became not only my guardian, but also my friend. You were my first friend… (I’ll never forget that, no matter what happens.)

But then, things started to change. You left me alone all the time… I didn’t want you to go. I never wanted you to go. But even as I stood in the doorway, clinging to your sleeve, begging, pleading for you to stay, you still left. How could you leave when you knew I needed you? How could you do that?! But before you left, you would always wipe the tears from my eyes and tell me to keep a stiff upper lip. You told me I was brave; you told me I was strong. And now, thanks to you I guess, I am.

Gradually, I learned to live without you. It wasn’t easy though. When you left, you were gone for months at a time, sometimes more. I used to sit at the docks day after day, hoping your ship would come sailing over the horizon. But it didn’t. I let many tears fall into harbor… I kept wishing that one of these days, I would receive a letter from you. But I never did. I spent many sleepless nights, staring up at the ceiling, listening to your voice echoing through my head. That voice would always tell me that everything was going to be ok. But, as your periods of absence grew longer and longer, that voice gradually faded away, until eventually, I couldn’t hear it anymore. That was when I realized that I couldn’t depend on you anymore. You, for whatever reason- being too preoccupied with your life over in Europe, or having too many other colonies to deal with, stopped caring about me. Not completely, I know. A part of you did still miss me and care about me. But it wasn’t
enough. I wasn’t enough. I will never let myself feel like that again.

I had to accept that this was the way life was going to be. I had to learn to live on my own, even though I knew I wasn’t ready. I had no one to help me, no one to give me advice. It was the loneliest point in my life. But with hard work and determination (and maybe a few tears), I was able to let go of my old life. For the first time, I started living for me. It was the best decision I could have ever made.

Experimenting with self governing was tough, but I’m tough, so I handled it, and eventually, I got it right. It gave my people a sense of nationalism, and it gave me a sense of pride, accomplishment, and even happiness. I had tasted freedom, and I liked it. So naturally, when you popped in for your little visits every so often, things were different. I’d like to say that I never wanted to see you again, but that’s not true. A small part of me still secretly sort of liked your visits. But I was doing fine without you… though still a little lonely. But I was ready to stand on my own. The problem was that you weren’t ready to give me up- not because you cared about me or anything… you just liked the power and wealth that came from owning me. You only visited when you wanted something from me, usually money for the King, or whatever. You made up so many unfair, high taxes. But what really made me mad was how you never even talked to me about it. Did you think I was stupid? Did you think I couldn’t handle talking about that kind of stuff? Well, I’m not stupid… I’m just as capable as you are, but you treat me like I’m just your property. You take whatever you want, and then you just leave again. I thought we were supposed to be friends. I guess I was wrong.

I used to look forward to your visits. Now I cringe every time I see the British flag sailing towards the coast. I dread opening your letters because I know that it’s going to be bad news. Without you, my people will be happy… I will be happy. I don’t need you anymore. I’m strong enough to stand on my own… I have you to thank for that. If it wasn’t for your cold indifference, I never would have learned to be independent. But now that I have learned, it’s time for me to move on. Let me go. I hope that you can support my decision. But, if not, I don’t care. I won’t stop fighting until I have my independence. Because I need to do what’s best for me, and right now, you’re not it. I am, as of right now, officially my own country… no longer your colony. This… is my declaration.


The United States of America
Tags: -america, -england, fan: fic

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