December 13th, 1777
Morristown, New Jersey
Washington's Encampment
I never realized just how cold and harsh winter could be on the human body. Even if my body isn't entirely human I still feel the bitter, winter winds chilling my bones, whipping at my skin, and turning my nose and cheeks as red as the cloth on my uniform. The snow already is up nearly to my knees and winter's end isn't anywhere in sight.
General Washington offered to let me stay in his home where I would live in as much luxury that could be offered, but the guilt of watching my men freeze outside is too much for me to deal with. If I could I would let all of them live
APH - War Breaks the Lock by groovydea, literature
Literature
APH - War Breaks the Lock
Author's note: Hey everyone! OMG Hetalia?! I know right! It's my newest fandom for a while now and I had this idea stuck in my mind for AGES so I thought I would finally get it down and what not ^^ slight gore but not a lot at the end. It's based on the revolutionary war~
Enjoy ~
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I can remember everything clearly. December the 17th. After all I was the one who raised you. It was raining heavily making the battle field muddy and unclean. Just like my hands which were unclean from the blood that I spilled from your men in many different places. I shot them to try and keep you pinned down in your cage,
Hetalia: You Were So Small I by kelbora, literature
Literature
Hetalia: You Were So Small I
-You Were So Small-
"You...used to be...so great, once..."
Late December in port town of Yorktown, Virginia was damp and cold. Further inland, light patches of frost littered the ground as evidence of a blessedly mild winter, but here in the settled area the cobblestone streets were only slushed with the after effects of a less than noticea
Hetalia: You Were So Small II by kelbora, literature
Literature
Hetalia: You Were So Small II
-You Were So Small: Part II
"So, will you turn on me now out of spite? Attack me as I am rebuilding and learning how to protect myself and filling in the gaps you leave behind?"
Arthur's expression changed only to allow a slight up-tilt of the corner of his lips, forming a tight, cruel smile. "I won't need to do a thing to
Hemerica: 13 Toy Soldiers 1 by WhenMidnightStrikes, literature
Literature
Hemerica: 13 Toy Soldiers 1
Alright, I've wanted to do this for a while, and now I have time to start it. Also, Fourth of July is coming up, so it seems fitting. This is a Hetalia: Hemerica fanfic about the Revolutionary War. Enjoy~
Hemerica: 13 Toy Soldiers
America
Britain looked at me with a smile and handed me a box.
"Here, these are for you," he smiled. I opened the box. Inside the box were 13 different toy soldiers.
"Wow, these are really for me?" I looked up at him. He kneeled down to look me in the eye.
"Yep. I made them just for you."
I took a few out of them and smiled brightly, "All of their faces are different!"
"Of course. You don't want them a
Everyone thinks about Britain's side of the story- never mine. Do people think it was easy leaving him?? Do you think it was EASY throwing away every part of my history up to that point and starting all over while being a strong leader for my people?? Well, it wasn't. So stop ragging on ME, don't even think you could understand the pressure I was under, the doubting I had everyday during that war, the ifs and buts I faced. You would NEVER understand how hard it was to break away, to forever change how he saw me. It was like killing part of me, then being reborn.
But I wouldn't change a thing- scratch that. If I could change ONE thing
"I'm not your baby brother anymore!"
You'll never know how much that hurt me. You declared your independence from me, you turned your musket on me, you no longer wanted to be with me. Me, your guardian. Me, your provider. Me, your savior. I, England.
"I'm not your baby brother anymore!"
Those words hurt the most. I took you in. I protected you. I cared for you. I wanted to be your big brother!
"Then I guess I'll call you big brother!"
Your Revolutionary War, from the day we started our lives together, I would have never thought that the little boy I kept close to me would go against me for his freedom.
"I'm not your baby brother anymore
The Boston Massacre by puppyloverpearl, literature
Literature
The Boston Massacre
Title: The Boston Massacre, a Letter to Canada.
Summary: March 5th, 1770. One of the darkest days in American history, one that will never be forgotten to young America.
Warnings: Mild blood and violence, slight (slight, slight, slight!) historical inaccuracy, and some language.
Dear Matt,
I'm not sure if you're reading this, or whatever, but I felt like I needed to get this down on paper. As you know, me and England aren't really on the best terms right now. His visits to see me went from frequently to almost never, growing further apart each time. Not that I really minded, even though it did leave me feeling, I don't know, lonely at times.