A/N: Not a headcanon. Just felt like writing this.

America was laying out in a large field, playing with a little bunny as he laughed. To most, he looked to be about eight, but in reality he was about 50. 

He was waiting for England to come back, as his ship was predicted to come to port any day now. But he was bored of waiting in the city with the hustle and bustle of daily life. And England knew where to look for him anyway.

As he pet the small rabbit, he heard footsteps approaching him. Thinking it was his big brother, he sat up quickly with a bright smile, only to blink in confusion to see another boy there.

"Hey! What are you doing out here, kid?" The boy, Davie, asked, walking up to him. 

America pouted slightly at him. "I'm not a kid! And I could ask you the same thing! You're in my field!"

Davie only laughed though and grinned. "I'm looking for a flower out here! My name's Davie, by the way."

"I'm Alfred, and there's lots of flowers out here."

He shook his head. "I'm not looking for just any flower, Alfred. I need a special one; a bright blue one! My grandpa was showing me them in the book, and says that you're supposed to give 'em to people that are going away so that they can always remember you. I don't know the name of it though, Grandpa says it don't got a name yet."

America's eyes brightened as he looked up at the boy, England instantly coming into his mind. "Can I help you look for them? I want to find them now too!" 

Davie laughed again and nodded. "Sure! Two is better than one, after all!"

And both boys were off, searching the field far and wide to find the elusive flower. But they had no luck it seemed, as the sun was setting and they still hadn't found anything.

They searched together for a few days before England's ship came in and America went to seek out his help as well.

Time passed and the boys thought it would be better to split up their search. America went off deeper into his land, not paying attention to the passing time. As he came back to the settlement that Davie lived in, he couldn't find the twelve-year-old that was his friend. Instead, he found an eighteen-year-old that didn't recognize him.

Confused and slightly hurt, America left the settlement. He found that England had come to visit him multiple times while he was gone as well, knowing that the man was probably worried beyond belief now.

More years passed as America made more visits to Davie. Each visit, he was turned away. America was determined though, and continued his search for this flower. If he found it, Davie had to remember him!

Then, when he was out in a field searching one night, England made a surprise visit. Tears filled America's eyes as he looked up at his older brother. He jumped up and wrapped his arms tightly around his waist and cried into his stomach.

Why couldn't Davie remember him?! 

But his tears halted for a second as he saw a deep blue from the corner of his eyes. He pulled back from England slightly to see the man holding a whole bouquet of the flowers he's been searching for. The tears started again as exclamations of gratitude left the small colony. He wanted to leave right away but England said it was too late at night and everyone was asleep now.

So, early the next morning America left with the flowers. He went to the house Davie had, knocking on the front door. His eyes widened as he saw a familiar face.

"Davie?!"

The boy raised an eyebrow at him and shook his head, walking inside the house. America blinked and followed him inside and out the back door. In the backyard, there was a large wooden box next to a hole in the ground. The boy that looked like Davie walked over to the box and called America to see inside.

America couldn't understand... As he looked down at the old man sleeping in the box, he felt an emotion fill him. 

"Davie...? Davie...!"

No matter how many times he called, the man would not awaken. America realized with dread what this meant. 

With tears filling his eyes, he gently laid the flowers by his peaceful face. Rushing away from the place before anyone could ask him questions, America ran out to the woods, hiding himself away to cry.

~*~

A small tear slid down America's eye as he sat up in bed. Why was he remembering that now...? Was it because he found Forget-Me-Nots in a store on his way home last night and decided to buy them? If he knew such a simple thing would trigger those memories, he'd have just left the flowers alone.

Reaching over to his nightstand, he put his glasses on and stretched a bit. Something tickled his nose as he furrowed his brows and brushed his hand over his nose just as he saw something white flutter down to his lap. A feather?

"Alfred...!"

The American's eyes widened as he looked up at his window, seeing an all too familiar face.

"D... Davie...?"

The boy grinned at him, a pair of white wings behind him. As he started to wave, his body slowly started disappearing. America had to act fast.

He reached over and grabbed one of the flowers from the bouquet by his bed, running to his window. "Davie! I found them! I found them!" 

Shock was on the boy's face before he smiled at him. "I'm so happy!" And just like that, as soon as Davie's hand touched the flower, he was gone.

America stood by the window, tears welling up in his eyes again as he looked down to the street below. Everyone going about their daily lives like nothing was wrong. A small smile placed itself on America's lips as he went to get dressed for the day.

Instead of going to the White House like he was supposed to, he decided to take a walk. The new president wouldn't mind, he was a nice guy. America just wanted to look around and admire his people.

After he had lost Davie, America cursed himself for being what he was. He didn't want to be a nation, he wanted to be human and live a human life. But he's grateful for what he is now. Because if he wasn't, then he would never have been able to experience all the things he had. He'd never get to see himself become a country; or when Mr. Lincoln had freed the slaves, even if getting to that caused great harm for him; he'd never have met the Write Brothers or seen them fly; celebrating the victory of both World Wars; standing in the NASA station and watching as Neil landed on the moon... He'd have missed out on so much if he was human. Sure, it wasn't always sunshine and rainbows, but the harder it rains, the brighter the stars shine. So he was glad that he was born as a nation and able to go through life to the best of his abilities.

As America stood on a hill and looked out over the landscape, he smiled more. 

God, he loved his country.