A/N: So I was working on a longer story with these two when I hit my wordcount goal for the day and decided to give myself a challenge: pick a movie line and try to fit it into Historical Hetalia. I chose "you rebel scum", a one-liner from Star Wars, and this is what came of it.

This drabble is set during the Civil War, but after General Lee surrendered. The reason Alfred calls Dixie "Johnny" is because a common name for the Confederacy was "Johnny Rebel". Also, it's my headcanon that nations change their names after declaring independence, and Dixie's used to be "Johnathan Jones".

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters. I do own this version of the CSA, Dixie.


"Face it, Johnny, your people are fighting you almost as much as they're fighting me," Alfred said.

Dixie, on his knees with his hands shackled behind his back, closed his eyes. "Shut up."

"It's the truth," the Union continued. "The only thing they agree on is that they're seceding. Johnny, what do you think is gonna happen to you if this goes on? What happens when none of your states want to be part of you anymore?"

Dixie opened his eyes and glared at his older brother, brown eyes meeting blue. "I'll press on like I always have," the Confederacy replied. "Maybe representin' Alabama or some such crap like that."

"I don't think you get it," Alfred said with what Dixie heard as mock sympathy. "You see, as long as your people are fighting, you're fighting too. How long do you really think you'll last in a war? Get real. Your soldiers are starving. You can't even get them proper uniforms. Your best general surrendered yesterday. And don't even get me started on the homefront..."

"Like you're doing any better?" Dixie scoffed. "In about another year, you'll be just as bad. You're runnin' out of raw materials. How much longer can you last in this war, Yankee bastard?"

Alfred's face contorted with rage and he kicked his southern brother in the jaw. Dixie could have sworn he felt something crack and he soon had a mouth full of his own salty, irony blood.

"Rebel scum," Alfred spat. He turned on his heel to leave.

"All I want is my freedom!" Dixie shouted at his brother. "I'm not a child, Alfred."

The Union paused with his hand, and the key with it, hovering over the lock to Dixie's cell. "Then stop acting like one," he said simply. Alfred opened the cell door and slammed it as he left, not even peeking back at Dixie, leaving the falling nation to sit in his cell, staring in shock at an older brother who was no longer there.