Memories of Independence

Memories of Independence

America x Reader x England

~*~ Normal p.o.v ~*~
-In your dreams-

Your dream started with you as a kid

You heard Mr England call for you and America. You picked your 6-year-old self up and wondered trough the mansion of a house to where Mr England was standing. You were shortly joined by 6-year-old America.

“(f/n), America, I have something for you two” England said. Both yours and America’s eyes opened wide as Mr England stepped aside to reveal the wooden table with two presents standing on it.

“America” Mr England said.
“Yes Mr England” he said shyly and stepped forward.
“Here you go” he said and handed him a wooden and painted castle with wooden with British soldiers standing at attention outside. America thanked him and picked up one of the soldiers. He traced his finger over one of the soldiers and happily asked Mr England “Wow! They each have different faces!”

“Of course. I handmade each of them especially for you.”  Then Mr England turned to you and said: “Here (f/n)” he gave you a castle about the size of America’s with wooden figures resembling a princess and a prince. “Thank you Mr England!” you said cutely and quietly.  You looked at the castle and spoke again. “Mr England? Did you create the princess and prince individually too?”
“Yes love, I did” You could feel the happiness wash over you, so you ran over to Mr England and gave him a hug, well a hug to his leg. Mr England chuckled and bent down and hugged you back. America ran up to the two of you and joined in.

Your memory changed to when you were are teenager

You and America were sitting around the dining room table of England’s house. Now that you were older the formality of calling England mister had started to decrease. You two were making small talk about things when England walked in an asked both of you two follow him. You both did as you were asked and followed him up the stair onto the bedroom level. He told you two wait outside and took America into his room. You waited patiently and within a few minutes England re-emerged. It asked you two follow him and he brought you two his room. You went inside and found a stunning  (f/c) dress lay out on your bed. You gasped.
“England, is this f-for me?” you stuttered.
“Yes love, try it on” he said with a smile. You nodded and he left the room.

You put on the dress. The material was soft and the dress was long. You approached the door and turned the handle. You opened it and saw England talking with America.  America was looking very handsome in his new tuxedo. “Do I have to wear it?” America said. ‘Why is he so ungrateful?’ you thought. You walked up behind them and England replied. “Well, I don’t want you walking around looking improper…” he glanced back to you and smiled gently. “Love… you look amazing”. America turned around and blushed a light shade of pink. England took your hand and spun you around slowly so he could look at you properly.

You all went out to dinner and on the way back a group came up to you, all dressed in black and pushed you down. England and America turned around and started to fight them. You quickly got to your feet and ran to the corner to hide. By the end of it America’s new tux was dirty and scratched. England out stretched his hand and America was about to take it…

Instantly your memories changed from good to bad

America gripped England’s hand and threw him on the ground. Rain started to pour from the sky as the war continued on.  You were standing there in your own uniform watching, watching on as the two men you loved fought over freedom. You needed to get in there and try to break them apart. You took one step forward and America yelled, “DON’T! DON’T GET INVOLVED ANYMORE IN THIS WAR (F/N)!!!” Started you stopped in your tracks and you clutched your gun. England got up and punched the distracted American. He screamed in pain.

You jerked awake and screamed. The sound of feet running was coming from the hallway and your door flew open to reveal a worried England and America.
“Dudette! Are you ok” America said and walked over to your bed and brushed some of (h/c) hair off of your face. “Yes love, are you ok” England said gently and sat at the end of your bed as he did when you were little.

“J-just a bad dream” you squeaked.
“A bad dream about what?” America asked.
“Just a dream about memories” You replied.
“What type of memories” England asked.

“Just memories, memories of independence…”