Hetalia Headcanons (Mostly OC's)

Revelution

In the rain, the thunderstorm that carried on, was a war that was happening. England, it seemed, was losing said war, to what appeared to be a 16-year-old.
"Let me become a nation, England," the micronation demanded, "and I will forgive you for the past."
"Never." England replied bitterly.
"You leave me no choice, Britain," the boy said, equal anger and frustration in his voice. His finger was on the trigger. No. He couldn't. He wouldn't.
"Let me become a country." The boy said, determined to win the war. "I cannot do this."
"You know you can." England said.
"You will have to shoot," the boy told him. "Come on. Do it." He cringed as Arthur placed his finger on the trigger. He was going to do it.
The blast of a bullet sent the boy's gun flying.
England threw his gun to the ground.
"Give up." The Brit demanded, "We cannot shoot each other and we know no one will win."
"I will win, for my people." The boy said boldly. "All these years, I've been waiting. Today is my day."
"You can't do it. You know you can't."
"England."
"No."
"England."
"No!"
"ENGLAND!"
"NOOOOOOOO!" With one move, he ran to the boy and tackled him to the ground, reaching for the knife in his pocket. The boy looked up at England, his eyes filled with fear. Someone, save him from death.
"Look. I could never kill you." England said. "You're just as demanding as America." He wiped some rain from his nose. "Promise me you won't start wars."
"England?"
"Remember me."
"England?!"
"Goodbye," England paused. "Happy Independence Day," he paused again, "Sealand." He pierced his skin with the knife, tore out a paper, and signed it with his finger and the blood.
As soon as it was signed, England was gone.