[Hetalia] "Accidents Happen"
Title: "Accidents Happen"
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: America, England
Prompt: 3. Accidents Happen Table 31 @ 5_prompts, 17. Brown @ fanfic100
Words: 669
Rating: PG
Summary: Events in Boston are tearing the brothers apart.
A/N: Set during the American Revolutionary War.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
The trial of Captain Preston and his men over the issue of the Boston Massacre ends with the men declared not guilty...
America could feel it in his soul, his people were not happy about the decision. Perhaps it was just his proximity to the patriotic fervor of Boston, but it felt as if all of the anger towards the British would set him on fire and burn him away. That he would rise from the ashes something else, something that perhaps even he could not recognize. His blood pounded in his ears, drowning out the angry rhetoric that was still being thrown at the British soldiers. He jumped as a hand descended on his shoulder.
“At least that was taken care of, accidents happen sometimes. The law prevailed. I was worried this trial would become a farce... America are you alright?” asked England taking in the boy’s haggard appearance and sweat streaked brow. He made to put a hand on the boy’s forehead when America jerked away from him.
“Don’t touch me.” England looked hurt.
“You have been quite edgy lately, don’t let them get to you. Humans do foolish things at times.”
“My people are angry, England. Do you not hear them?”
“This will pass. The King has plans for this lot, this kind of thing won’t happen again.” England looked so sure, so imperious. America had no response, he could feel it in the hearts and souls of his people, this was not over, despite what his big brother thought. The whole thing may have been proven an accident, and like England stated, accidents happen, but America truly doubted it would ultimately be seen that way.
On December 16, 1773, the Sons of Liberty protest the tea tax and the forced purchase of British tea by dumping it overboard in the Boston harbor...
America was jolted out of thought abruptly at his writing desk as England practically knocked his door off its hinges as he stormed into the house. America tried to assume the guise of innocence, his fingers still holding the quill he had been using to write a letter to Mr. Sam Adams. He looked England square in the eye, taking stock of the angry red shade the other’s face had taken.
“What can I do for you, England?”
“Don’t play dumb with me!” America widened his blue eyes, hoping that they showed nothing but innocence. He was not innocent, he knew exactly what England was talking about. He had watched the tea turn the harbor brown in person.
“The tea in the harbor! I get back from conducting business in India and I hear about you dumping tea into the harbor! You spoiled brat!” America bristled at the accusation.
“Accidents happen.”
“Accidents!”
“How can it be anything other than an accident that your man Grenville thinks that the people of the colonies will stand for his blatant disrespect for their rights as British citizens?” England seemed to not know what to say to that, his mouth opened and closed as if the words would simply not come. It was if he had not expected such a response, as if he had expected America to just apologize.
America was beginning to realize exactly what England thought of him. He saw him as childish, unable to do anything for himself. He was starting to resent this man from a country across the sea, if he didn’t want America to be self-reliant, where had he been all those years while he was growing up? England always came and went as he pleased, playing the part of doting parent, and not meaning a word of it.
He may be young, but he was not stupid, he could certainly think and live for himself. And that was exactly what he was going to do.
“Did you want something else England? I have business to attend to.” said America, speaking with finality. England glared at him a few more moments before walking out into the New England winter.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: America, England
Prompt: 3. Accidents Happen Table 31 @ 5_prompts, 17. Brown @ fanfic100
Words: 669
Rating: PG
Summary: Events in Boston are tearing the brothers apart.
A/N: Set during the American Revolutionary War.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
The trial of Captain Preston and his men over the issue of the Boston Massacre ends with the men declared not guilty...
America could feel it in his soul, his people were not happy about the decision. Perhaps it was just his proximity to the patriotic fervor of Boston, but it felt as if all of the anger towards the British would set him on fire and burn him away. That he would rise from the ashes something else, something that perhaps even he could not recognize. His blood pounded in his ears, drowning out the angry rhetoric that was still being thrown at the British soldiers. He jumped as a hand descended on his shoulder.
“At least that was taken care of, accidents happen sometimes. The law prevailed. I was worried this trial would become a farce... America are you alright?” asked England taking in the boy’s haggard appearance and sweat streaked brow. He made to put a hand on the boy’s forehead when America jerked away from him.
“Don’t touch me.” England looked hurt.
“You have been quite edgy lately, don’t let them get to you. Humans do foolish things at times.”
“My people are angry, England. Do you not hear them?”
“This will pass. The King has plans for this lot, this kind of thing won’t happen again.” England looked so sure, so imperious. America had no response, he could feel it in the hearts and souls of his people, this was not over, despite what his big brother thought. The whole thing may have been proven an accident, and like England stated, accidents happen, but America truly doubted it would ultimately be seen that way.
On December 16, 1773, the Sons of Liberty protest the tea tax and the forced purchase of British tea by dumping it overboard in the Boston harbor...
America was jolted out of thought abruptly at his writing desk as England practically knocked his door off its hinges as he stormed into the house. America tried to assume the guise of innocence, his fingers still holding the quill he had been using to write a letter to Mr. Sam Adams. He looked England square in the eye, taking stock of the angry red shade the other’s face had taken.
“What can I do for you, England?”
“Don’t play dumb with me!” America widened his blue eyes, hoping that they showed nothing but innocence. He was not innocent, he knew exactly what England was talking about. He had watched the tea turn the harbor brown in person.
“The tea in the harbor! I get back from conducting business in India and I hear about you dumping tea into the harbor! You spoiled brat!” America bristled at the accusation.
“Accidents happen.”
“Accidents!”
“How can it be anything other than an accident that your man Grenville thinks that the people of the colonies will stand for his blatant disrespect for their rights as British citizens?” England seemed to not know what to say to that, his mouth opened and closed as if the words would simply not come. It was if he had not expected such a response, as if he had expected America to just apologize.
America was beginning to realize exactly what England thought of him. He saw him as childish, unable to do anything for himself. He was starting to resent this man from a country across the sea, if he didn’t want America to be self-reliant, where had he been all those years while he was growing up? England always came and went as he pleased, playing the part of doting parent, and not meaning a word of it.
He may be young, but he was not stupid, he could certainly think and live for himself. And that was exactly what he was going to do.
“Did you want something else England? I have business to attend to.” said America, speaking with finality. England glared at him a few more moments before walking out into the New England winter.