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[Fanfic] Caged Bird, Chapter 2
Title: Caged Bird, Chapter 2
Rating: T
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Revolutionary War. UsUk.
Summary: After their final fight, America and England prepare their army to fight with each other. It is the beginning of the end.
Author's notes: The continuation of the story. Preparations starting!
Disclaimer: I don't own this series in any way.
"Enough!" The shout echoed through the room and the soldiers shrieked. In front of them were their superior offices and various maps laid in front of them. The source of the voice was currently standing before all the humans. The nation known as England had a murderous look, inviting any one to talk further and be wrong, so he could finally snap.
In all their history together with their leader, the soldiers have never seen him in such a state. Not even when he had to fight his own brothers for territory, much less fighting Spain or France. Never before was England so emotionally invested in a battle. This fight was personal and they knew it.
"How many bloody times must I repeat myself? Can you not understand this strategy?" A moment of silence reigned since no one dared speak. "Fools!" A set of maps fell to the ground at the nation's outburst. The set was quickly set up again by another nearby soldier as the nation continued fuming.
"For the last time, the battle shall begin by tomorrow morning and continue through the day. At nightfall, we will return to camp in order to review our strategy of the next morning. Is that understood now, gentleman?" With a calmer tone, the nation met serious expressions and various nods, followed by many "Yes, sir!"
For them the term gentleman was still new and the superior officers who knew about their leader's identity believed it would soon cease to exist for England would never stop being a pirate with short temper. They would go along with whatever their leader decided. Fighting their colony would be no exception.
It would be quite a loss to lose such great lands, products and workers but they - and their nation - have tried it all. There was no use to stand a rebel colony. They'd understand when they lost, of course. So was the headset of all the soldiers, as they started to march in the direction of the battle. At the front lines, the British gentleman led with a somber expression.
"This war will be for his own good. America... If you won't understand, I will shoot you."
"March! March!" At each other sent by the captain, the soldiers immediately changed their actions. Thousands of soldiers were in the field, training under a very tight schedule. The young nation could feel their pain and sweat, but it would all be worth it.
"So, what de ye think?" The loud voice came from a tall man with white hair and crimson eyes. "I swear, after me training, yer men gon be ready. When me awesome self saw them the first time, I thought they were a bunch o'a ladies, fer Christ sake!" At that America frowned. "But don'tcha worry, ye colony, after all of thet shit is done, ye be free!" Yes, free. Freedom, it was the reason why they were all fighting.
"Ye really gotta have them balls to fight yer island bruder. Eyebrows is tha shit! After the incredible me is done here, ye'll have a chance at least! Kesesese..." Again with that infuriating laughter. Really, what was so awe inspiring about this nation? Well, he was helping him so America decided to make no comment, even if it was only for his own personal revenge. One thing he made sure to remember: when he would be a free nation, he would be a hero and definitely more "awesome" than Prussia. As the older nation disappeared from sight - probably to yell at another soldier - he took a last glance at the field.
The sky was cloudy and a storm would be in the way. In this quiet alone moment, America indulged himself if his only reason to be free was only that. Why lie? He knew it wasn't. He was fighting for himself as well, so his ex care taker could see him as an equal, someone worth trusting. He was doing this for England as well. So he could protect him. But would England ever understand? Would he ever allow America to call him "Arthur" again?
A few drops fell in his face. The soldiers were already retreating and taking their utensils for tomorrow's next training. The blue eyed blond stayed a little longer in the rain. Rain was a trait of England, the so called rainy country. Maybe everything would be okay.
As the drops got heavier and it was now pouring, the young nation decided to leave with his soldiers, waiting for the future.
///////////
Author's notes: And the Revolutionary War approaches! And yes, Prussia has an accent in this one. Three or four more chapters to go. Review is always appreciated!
Fieldings
Rating: T
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Revolutionary War. UsUk.
Summary: After their final fight, America and England prepare their army to fight with each other. It is the beginning of the end.
Author's notes: The continuation of the story. Preparations starting!
Disclaimer: I don't own this series in any way.
"Enough!" The shout echoed through the room and the soldiers shrieked. In front of them were their superior offices and various maps laid in front of them. The source of the voice was currently standing before all the humans. The nation known as England had a murderous look, inviting any one to talk further and be wrong, so he could finally snap.
In all their history together with their leader, the soldiers have never seen him in such a state. Not even when he had to fight his own brothers for territory, much less fighting Spain or France. Never before was England so emotionally invested in a battle. This fight was personal and they knew it.
"How many bloody times must I repeat myself? Can you not understand this strategy?" A moment of silence reigned since no one dared speak. "Fools!" A set of maps fell to the ground at the nation's outburst. The set was quickly set up again by another nearby soldier as the nation continued fuming.
"For the last time, the battle shall begin by tomorrow morning and continue through the day. At nightfall, we will return to camp in order to review our strategy of the next morning. Is that understood now, gentleman?" With a calmer tone, the nation met serious expressions and various nods, followed by many "Yes, sir!"
For them the term gentleman was still new and the superior officers who knew about their leader's identity believed it would soon cease to exist for England would never stop being a pirate with short temper. They would go along with whatever their leader decided. Fighting their colony would be no exception.
It would be quite a loss to lose such great lands, products and workers but they - and their nation - have tried it all. There was no use to stand a rebel colony. They'd understand when they lost, of course. So was the headset of all the soldiers, as they started to march in the direction of the battle. At the front lines, the British gentleman led with a somber expression.
"This war will be for his own good. America... If you won't understand, I will shoot you."
"March! March!" At each other sent by the captain, the soldiers immediately changed their actions. Thousands of soldiers were in the field, training under a very tight schedule. The young nation could feel their pain and sweat, but it would all be worth it.
"So, what de ye think?" The loud voice came from a tall man with white hair and crimson eyes. "I swear, after me training, yer men gon be ready. When me awesome self saw them the first time, I thought they were a bunch o'a ladies, fer Christ sake!" At that America frowned. "But don'tcha worry, ye colony, after all of thet shit is done, ye be free!" Yes, free. Freedom, it was the reason why they were all fighting.
"Ye really gotta have them balls to fight yer island bruder. Eyebrows is tha shit! After the incredible me is done here, ye'll have a chance at least! Kesesese..." Again with that infuriating laughter. Really, what was so awe inspiring about this nation? Well, he was helping him so America decided to make no comment, even if it was only for his own personal revenge. One thing he made sure to remember: when he would be a free nation, he would be a hero and definitely more "awesome" than Prussia. As the older nation disappeared from sight - probably to yell at another soldier - he took a last glance at the field.
The sky was cloudy and a storm would be in the way. In this quiet alone moment, America indulged himself if his only reason to be free was only that. Why lie? He knew it wasn't. He was fighting for himself as well, so his ex care taker could see him as an equal, someone worth trusting. He was doing this for England as well. So he could protect him. But would England ever understand? Would he ever allow America to call him "Arthur" again?
A few drops fell in his face. The soldiers were already retreating and taking their utensils for tomorrow's next training. The blue eyed blond stayed a little longer in the rain. Rain was a trait of England, the so called rainy country. Maybe everything would be okay.
As the drops got heavier and it was now pouring, the young nation decided to leave with his soldiers, waiting for the future.
///////////
Author's notes: And the Revolutionary War approaches! And yes, Prussia has an accent in this one. Three or four more chapters to go. Review is always appreciated!
Fieldings
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