From Agincourt to Waterloo,
Poitiers and then Anjou;
The Roses War, the Hundred Years,
Through battlefields of blood and tears
Throughout history, wars have spread like wildfire, being incited by simple misunderstandings. America knew many of these wars, having fought in many since his nascency; these battles were acts of ignorance known to none but man. These have damaged countless men and women- yes, many were among America's people. And so, in the dark of the night, America cried.
From Bosworth Field to Pointe Du Hoc,
Stalingrad and the Siege of York;
The bloody turf of Gallipoli,
Had no effect on the killing spree.
England, having raised countless countries and tamped down innumerable others, knew America's pain. He had lived the life of battle again and again, fighting for life and pride. But it was here, in the loneliness of the full moon, that England truly felt the horrors he and his country had experienced.
Bannockburn to Austerlitz,
The fall of France and the German blitz;
The cruelest of atrocities,
Europa's blood is borne of these!
France mourned the very day his country was made, for one reason: the hardships that many, many times would prevail. He mourned for all lost life- lives that never had a chance to flourish and lives that were taken as was their time.
Heaven help in all our battles.
Heaven see love, heaven help us!
Germany prayed for all the lost. He begged God to undermine the damage suffered within his country. He begged, again and again, asking why?
Bolsheviks and feudal lords
Chivalry to civil wars
Fascist rule and genocide
Now we face the rising tide!
Russia was no stranger to conflict, for he had forced many, and surely will force more. But what the other countries failed to realize was that the reason he was so- for lack of a better word- eerie, was quite simple. He was lonely. All he wanted was a family that understood him, and now his people- his children- were taking the brunt of his indiscretions.
Of new crusades, religious wars,
Insurgents imported to our shores;
The western world, gripped in fear,
The mother of all battles here.
Prussia felt. He felt all the damage his people took daily. He yearned for peace, but sadly none was to be had.
Heaven help in all our battles!
Heaven see love, heaven help us!
Avant hier, avons être
Déja demain, sommes éclairée!
Spain, even though he appeared easygoing, was no stranger to wars. Underneath that casual exterior laid a temperamental, confrontational man. And that was to be his downfall.
All glory, all honor!
Victory is upon us!
Our savior, fight evil!
Send armies to defend us!
Greece called out in victory, chanting his battle cry to the corners of the land. He stood triumphant, basking in the glow of victory, but this victory was short-lived. Years later, he would find himself crying for help from the dark.
Empires built, and nations burned,
Mass graves remain unturned;
Descendants of the dispossessed,
Return with bombs strapped to their chests.
The danger Italy faced was insurmountable. He was left with this ruin of a country, the previous leader having corroded the once fearsome country to shambles.
There's hate for life, and death in hate,
Emerging from the new caliphate;
The victors of this war on fear,
Will rule for the next thousand years!
These wars…they had to end! Such was Austria's thought upon observing the many instances of strife that had fallen upon the world. Senseless murders….this was not the way!
All glory, all honor!
Victory is upon us!
Our savior, fight evil!
Send armies to defend us!
Europa, Europa!
Find better days before us!
In kindness, in spirit!
Lead us to a greater calling!
Here they stood, countries united, firm cries of resolve upon their lips. They would not give an inch! They would harden their hearts until they were but a stone wall standing in the way of their enemies. Here they would stand for as long as needed, providing protection to their people and loved ones.
Leningrad, Berlin wall,
March on Rome, Byzantium's fall;
Lightning war, Dresden nights,
Drop the bomb, end this fight!
Never again!
Simultaneously, guns, rapiers, daggers, bows- they all dropped to the ground. Some shattered, finding a home amongst the rubble littering the streets. The countries, all battered and bloodied, breathed a collective sigh of relief, as, throughout history, the wars came to an end.
AN: The song is Europa, by Globus. It is wonderful and I think it fits Hetalia well.