Author's note: Yay, my first official Hetalia fic...poem~ This is dedicated to my best friend (and fratello), so I hope she hears this loud and clear. WUV YOU! Anyway, this is a UKxUS sort of thing, that isn't exactly like that either. Angsty, angsty, angsty relationship. Revolutionary War, ja. Hope you all like it! Enjoy~
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, so no law suits, pwease~
"Revolutionary"
Irony, imbedded that day,
Fell hard, with the pouring rain.
And countless, were the poor souls,
That were lost, upon the lane.
Muskets, all raised up,
And rifles, aimed so well.
The battlefield, hence soggy,
The hearts, we knew would swell.
Two brothers, once they were,
The happiest, they used to be.
But with urge, they split apart,
For independence, one could see.
Resolve was clear upon focus,
This war had already been won.
But had the tides have changed,
This victory would not be for shun.
Irony, imbedded that day,
Fell hard, with the pouring rain.
And with it, a brother's love,
Became a mournful, calloused disdain.
'Revolutionary' wasn't just a title.
It was a new breath that sadly passed by.
But with it, freedom truly 'rang'.
Yet, had the price always been so high?
For within our blood, we've conquered,
Broken ties that were bundled, with cast.
This war, though cruelly engraved,
Will definitely not be our last.
Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading, and...WUV YOU, FRATELLO~! :D
Reviews are love, so hope I get a few. xD