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4th Of July

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Published: Jul 4, 2013

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I'm just going to say this now.... I'm so sorry about my fail of fireworks and England's body

This is for America's birthday because tailyprower and I were talking about how depressed England has to be so here you go....
England's depression darkness is photoshopped but other than that this is all by hand...
I'm really glad how England's face and America (other than his face) came out!

My sister was so blunt when she saw this.... she has never seen Hetalia so she asked me "Is he crying because we kicked his ass?" I just looked at her for a second and replyed, "Yes. Yes, he is."

Oh and sadly England and America don't belong to me... Sadly