[Hetalia] "Burned"
Title: "Burned"
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: America, England
Prompt: 1. Set this house on fire @ 5_prompts, 52. Fire @ fanfic100
Words: 1071
Rating: PG
Summary: British troops burned down the White House during the War of 1812.
A/N: This makes me really want to write a series of stories about the War of 1812, since the relationship between America, Canada, and England would have been very interesting during this time.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
England had walked back into his tent feeling triumphant at his success. How could America be such a fool. England’s troops had practically marched into Washington D.C. with little resistance and burned the government buildings to the ground. He had relished in that fire, hoping that America would realize that he still had a lot of growing to do, he knew it was a futile wish that America would return to him. The blaze had still been roaring cheerfully, when he had left to go back to camp. Upon entering, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Seated at the small table within was America, calmly sipping from a tea cup. From England’s tea cup. He sat the cup down slowly, the tinkling of the china the only thing breaking the silence. He turned slowly in his chair and gave England a hard stare. England had not actually seen America since the Treaty of Paris at the end of the Revolutionary War. The idea had been too painful, and he had refused to see the other nation several times. Somehow they kept missing each other in this war. England took in America’s appearance. The boy had grown even more, if that was still possible. He was dressed in his field uniform that was all fine lines and clean cuts. He looked strong in it and the look he was giving England unnerved the other nation. No nation should look that calm after having their capital destroyed.
“Proud of yourself, England?” asked America, his voice was monotone, betraying no emotion. England felt anger rise in his face.
“Damn right! You should be ashamed to let your capital be taken so easily.” America shrugged and reached for the tea cup again. England crossed the room grabbing the younger nation’s wrist stopping the motion. America tilted an eyebrow an incredulous look crossing his face, it seemed completely out of place to England. America stood, using his height to stare down at England. England gulped unconsciously, why was America unnerving him so? He had stood against more powerful nations than fledgling America, but there was something eery about the blue-eyed boy.
“The tea wasn’t that great anyway. I hope you enjoy your victory England, your glory here will be short lived. Remember what happened the last time you underestimated me.” he said walking out the flap of the tent into the dark night, lightning flashing on the horizon.
******
England had brushed off the cryptic message and odd behavior of his former colony as best as he could. He stared at the teacup as if the glass would reveal the answer. The last time America had been this calm was when he first spoke of his independence. Lightning lit up the interior of the tent, casting long shadows that looked like specters. Thunder crashed, and it sent a shiver through England’s spine. Wind howled and a tornado raged that night. England woke up the next day to torrential rain and the prospect of marching to Baltimore in a rainstorm.
England bolstered his men’s spirits as much as he could as he watched the Americans quietly picking up the pieces of their city. The cold stares were familiar, the looks they gave him discomforting. The unexplainable confidence was still in their eyes. The people of D.C. were defeated, but they were far from broken. Nature itself had stomped on the British spirit, reminding them that they did not belong.
*******
America shadowed England’s troops, observing them until the Battle of North Point began. He whispered words to his men encouraging them to slow the British forces. America knew that England wanted to capture Baltimore. The American pirates had been giving British ships a run for their money, and England wanted it stopped.
The rain continued and America smiled at the discomfort on the British soldiers faces. They were marching right into Major General Smith’s men. As the skirmish began America went to join the men at Fort McHenry to defend Baltimore from the British Navy. He worked hard alongside the soldiers to fortify the position as he watched British ships sail into the harbor and lay siege to the Fort.
The sound of the guns echoed all night, as they exchanged fire with the ships. It drowned out the sounds of the nearby battle. America smiled at the thought of the look on England’s face when his troops discovered the 12,000 men east of the city. There was no way he was losing this one. American determination would win the day.
******
The dawn broke to a sobering sight for the British nation as he looked at the position of his men. Smoke rose from the shells that had been fired at Fort McHenry all night Yet above it all, it stood, a resilient American flag, mocking him, still waving above the Fort. His ships had been beaten back, his troops had been routed. And an American that was being held aboard ship was busily writing a poem to commemorate the moment.
******
Months later, England was just about ready to reach across the table and punch America in the face for the stubbornness over this peace treaty.
“For how poorly you’ve been conducting this war you’re lucky that this is all I’m demanding.”
“C’mon England, you wouldn’t have been able to do away with me in the north without Canada’s help, you don’t deserve any of that. And like I said, if that is your position we are done with this conversation. You will get no peace while you ask for such demands.” said America. A knock on the door forced England to release the tension that was going to be released into America’s face courtesy of his fist.
The man was dressed in the colors of America’s navy.
“I’ve come to report on the results of the Battle of Lake Champlain.” Both nations held their breath. America had been furious when he had heard of the attack that was launched once England had invited him for peace talks. England had invited America here while he sent thousands of men through Canada to invade New York. “The United States have turned back the invasion. We are victorious.”
England was sure the blood had drained from his face. He felt cold, when he looked up again he saw a triumphant America, “Ready to rethink your position then, England? It seems that I have won yet again.”
A/N:
* The Battle of Lake Champlain was a turning point in the war. The British were trying to push what they saw as an advantage in order to gain territory back from the United States of America. With significant British losses trying to capture New Orleans and the failed invasion at Lake Champlain they had very little bargaining power. It also broke the British will to continue the war, it was too expensive to use any more resources in fighting the Americans when they wanted to focus on the war with France and Napoleon. The Treaty of Ghent which ended the war restored the previous boundaries. The War of 1812 was considered a war that achieved nothing, but for the Americans it created a sense of nationalism and national pride, to them they had won a second War of Independence from British rule. The War of 1812 also brought American power to the world stage and showed that it was a possible rising power.
*The American poet that England refers to is Francis Scott Key writing "The Star Spangled Banner" what would become the national anthem of the United States
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: America, England
Prompt: 1. Set this house on fire @ 5_prompts, 52. Fire @ fanfic100
Words: 1071
Rating: PG
Summary: British troops burned down the White House during the War of 1812.
A/N: This makes me really want to write a series of stories about the War of 1812, since the relationship between America, Canada, and England would have been very interesting during this time.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
England had walked back into his tent feeling triumphant at his success. How could America be such a fool. England’s troops had practically marched into Washington D.C. with little resistance and burned the government buildings to the ground. He had relished in that fire, hoping that America would realize that he still had a lot of growing to do, he knew it was a futile wish that America would return to him. The blaze had still been roaring cheerfully, when he had left to go back to camp. Upon entering, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Seated at the small table within was America, calmly sipping from a tea cup. From England’s tea cup. He sat the cup down slowly, the tinkling of the china the only thing breaking the silence. He turned slowly in his chair and gave England a hard stare. England had not actually seen America since the Treaty of Paris at the end of the Revolutionary War. The idea had been too painful, and he had refused to see the other nation several times. Somehow they kept missing each other in this war. England took in America’s appearance. The boy had grown even more, if that was still possible. He was dressed in his field uniform that was all fine lines and clean cuts. He looked strong in it and the look he was giving England unnerved the other nation. No nation should look that calm after having their capital destroyed.
“Proud of yourself, England?” asked America, his voice was monotone, betraying no emotion. England felt anger rise in his face.
“Damn right! You should be ashamed to let your capital be taken so easily.” America shrugged and reached for the tea cup again. England crossed the room grabbing the younger nation’s wrist stopping the motion. America tilted an eyebrow an incredulous look crossing his face, it seemed completely out of place to England. America stood, using his height to stare down at England. England gulped unconsciously, why was America unnerving him so? He had stood against more powerful nations than fledgling America, but there was something eery about the blue-eyed boy.
“The tea wasn’t that great anyway. I hope you enjoy your victory England, your glory here will be short lived. Remember what happened the last time you underestimated me.” he said walking out the flap of the tent into the dark night, lightning flashing on the horizon.
******
England had brushed off the cryptic message and odd behavior of his former colony as best as he could. He stared at the teacup as if the glass would reveal the answer. The last time America had been this calm was when he first spoke of his independence. Lightning lit up the interior of the tent, casting long shadows that looked like specters. Thunder crashed, and it sent a shiver through England’s spine. Wind howled and a tornado raged that night. England woke up the next day to torrential rain and the prospect of marching to Baltimore in a rainstorm.
England bolstered his men’s spirits as much as he could as he watched the Americans quietly picking up the pieces of their city. The cold stares were familiar, the looks they gave him discomforting. The unexplainable confidence was still in their eyes. The people of D.C. were defeated, but they were far from broken. Nature itself had stomped on the British spirit, reminding them that they did not belong.
*******
America shadowed England’s troops, observing them until the Battle of North Point began. He whispered words to his men encouraging them to slow the British forces. America knew that England wanted to capture Baltimore. The American pirates had been giving British ships a run for their money, and England wanted it stopped.
The rain continued and America smiled at the discomfort on the British soldiers faces. They were marching right into Major General Smith’s men. As the skirmish began America went to join the men at Fort McHenry to defend Baltimore from the British Navy. He worked hard alongside the soldiers to fortify the position as he watched British ships sail into the harbor and lay siege to the Fort.
The sound of the guns echoed all night, as they exchanged fire with the ships. It drowned out the sounds of the nearby battle. America smiled at the thought of the look on England’s face when his troops discovered the 12,000 men east of the city. There was no way he was losing this one. American determination would win the day.
******
The dawn broke to a sobering sight for the British nation as he looked at the position of his men. Smoke rose from the shells that had been fired at Fort McHenry all night Yet above it all, it stood, a resilient American flag, mocking him, still waving above the Fort. His ships had been beaten back, his troops had been routed. And an American that was being held aboard ship was busily writing a poem to commemorate the moment.
******
Months later, England was just about ready to reach across the table and punch America in the face for the stubbornness over this peace treaty.
“For how poorly you’ve been conducting this war you’re lucky that this is all I’m demanding.”
“C’mon England, you wouldn’t have been able to do away with me in the north without Canada’s help, you don’t deserve any of that. And like I said, if that is your position we are done with this conversation. You will get no peace while you ask for such demands.” said America. A knock on the door forced England to release the tension that was going to be released into America’s face courtesy of his fist.
The man was dressed in the colors of America’s navy.
“I’ve come to report on the results of the Battle of Lake Champlain.” Both nations held their breath. America had been furious when he had heard of the attack that was launched once England had invited him for peace talks. England had invited America here while he sent thousands of men through Canada to invade New York. “The United States have turned back the invasion. We are victorious.”
England was sure the blood had drained from his face. He felt cold, when he looked up again he saw a triumphant America, “Ready to rethink your position then, England? It seems that I have won yet again.”
A/N:
* The Battle of Lake Champlain was a turning point in the war. The British were trying to push what they saw as an advantage in order to gain territory back from the United States of America. With significant British losses trying to capture New Orleans and the failed invasion at Lake Champlain they had very little bargaining power. It also broke the British will to continue the war, it was too expensive to use any more resources in fighting the Americans when they wanted to focus on the war with France and Napoleon. The Treaty of Ghent which ended the war restored the previous boundaries. The War of 1812 was considered a war that achieved nothing, but for the Americans it created a sense of nationalism and national pride, to them they had won a second War of Independence from British rule. The War of 1812 also brought American power to the world stage and showed that it was a possible rising power.
*The American poet that England refers to is Francis Scott Key writing "The Star Spangled Banner" what would become the national anthem of the United States