Mothertalia

TeenagerAmerica

((Y/n)'s pov)

I could only cry as I watched what was happening to him, America, my son. All of the pain he's been put through, the betrayals, the heartbreaks....

"America, you don't have to do this, please! Just stop this war with Britain! Wait until you're stronger and then become independent! Please!" I begged him, my eyes filled with tears as I grabbed onto his military uniform.

"But I can do this! I need to do this! Mom, please!" He screamed at me as he grabbed my shoulders and tried to get me to let go of him.

"No! America! You're not strong enough! Please!" He then pushed me off of him, my body connected with the floor as I cried for my son, my only son.

"I know what I'm doing, I have to go now! I'll see you once this war is done and I have my independence! Just you wait!" He said as he then slammed the door shut, leaving me to cry on the cold hard floor as I thought about what would happen to him.

Since that day I've been waiting for him to come home, waiting for him to come into my arms again. But since that day I've also been waiting for the future that I've been having nightmares of. Where he betrays Canada, drags Netherlands into the war, and makes France and Britain's relationship worse then what it already is. All of the pain and suffering they'll be put through...

I waited 7 years for him, 7 excruciatingly long years... but it was worth it....

I waited next to an apple tree as I waited for America to come. This used to be his favorite place as a boy, it was lucky that there weren't any battles in this area.

I suddenly felt a pair of arms around my face and blond hair on my shoulder. Tears built in my eyes as I recognized who it was.

"A-America." I turned around and put my arms around him as I cried into his uniform. He smelled like smoke, his uniform stained dark red and brown from what he's been up to. His normally golden locks now a dark golden color, and his eyes.... his beautiful blue eyes looked more mature but yet soft.

"Hey, Ma... miss me?" He asked me with a smile while I looked at him angrily. I pulled away from him and looked him dead in the eye.

"Missed you?! You think I missed you?! I was practically dying because of how much I missed you! You nearly gave me a heart attack with all of the news that I've been hearing! First, you want independence, then you drag all of these other countries into the war an-"

"I didn't drag them in it! They were..."

"Forced!"

"Spain wasn't!"

"Netherlands was!"

He then sighed and pulled me back into his embrace.

"It's alright now, now I can do whatever I want! And I have great plans! I'm going to make all of those other countries so jealous of me that they'll look pathetic!" I sighed at his enthusiasm and looked up at him.

"You can do that, but just wait awhile, I'm not ready to lose my son." He smiled gently at me and grabbed my hand.

"Don't worry mom, I'm not going anywhere any time soon."

I smiled at him as he said that.

"Good, let's start home now, I'm going to make your favorite!"

"Awesome! Let's go!"

"What does awesome mean?"

"I'll tell ya when we get home."

"Alright."

And so, things were continued peacefully, until 1783 began.