Dude, I know this fic was posted a long time ago, but I had to comment.

This just broke my heart...
I'd never really though about their relationship at this point (where America is just getting to that defiant stage), but this...is terribly accurate.
I wanted to hit England, not gonna lie.

So soft, a whisper then: "I just want you to be…to…"

When he couldn't even finish then, England realized he knew what America was trying to say anyway.

I just want you to be proud of me.
I just want you to love me.

And wow, this really puts a whole new spin on America's whole deal with wanting to be the hero all the time.

Fuck, I almost cried.