"Please Artie! You have to come! Tex is performing! Pppllleeeaaassseee!"
America whined as he dragged the short British man down the street to a tiny rundown Texas bar called 'Lonestar pride'. In truth it didn't look that prideful or interesting in anyway shape and or form.
"America you lazy git! Get your hands off of me this instant!"
England, or Arthur Kirkland snapped irritably as he struggled to free himself from the overexcited American. But his grip was vice-like and finally he relented.
"Fine! I'll go to the stupid pub. At least you didn't invite the-FRANCE!"
England yelled as he caught sight of the people waiting outside the bar, one of which was the French personification, Francis Bonnefoy. In fact, he saw many of the other nations there as well, Yao Wang (China), Kiku Honda (Japan), Gilbert and Ludwig B. (Prussia and Germany), Feliciano and Lovino Vargas (the Italy brothers) to name a few. England turned to America fuming to see that he had already bolted inside the bar, He sighed as he followed the rest of the nations inside after him.
America was sitting at a small table near the stage where a blond and blue eyed boy who looked remarkably like America was adjusting a microphone to fit his height. England silently sat down near the American as did the rest off the nations, there were already many humans around the bar looking eagerly at the stage, eyes bright. The boy began to speak in the microphone with a heavy Texan drawl.
"Hey ya'll I'm Tex, but most of ya'll know that already. This next song is dedicated to all of you, and I'd hope that my dad would want to sing it with me. What'd ya say dad?"
Tex looked at America expectantly as did most of the nations and all of the bar patrons. America grinned like a lynx and nodded, Tex tossed him a worn out violin and he hopped on stage. The nations were surprised, no one knew that America could play the violin. America began to play fast and furiously, tapping his foot to the beat and the rest of the band followed suit, Even Tex on his guitar. America swallowed hard and began to sing.
" Well, We grew up
Down by the railroad Tracks
shootin BB's at old beer cans
Choakin' on the smoke from a lucky strike
somebody lifted off his old man"
America looked at Tex who paled and blushed at the same time. But kept playing and the nations stared in awe, who knew Alfred could play? And do it well?
" We were Football Flunkies
Southern Rock Junkies
Crankin' up the stereo's
Singing Loud and Proud
to "Gimmie Three Steps"
"Simple Man" and "Curtis Loew"
We were good ya know. "
America wailed on his fiddle again, tongue poking out of his mouth as he concentrated. It was fantastic.
" Got some discount Knowledge at the Jr. Collage
Where we majored in beer and girls
It was all real funny 'til we ran out of money
and they threw us out into the world
Yeah the kids that thought they'd run this town
ain't a runnin' much of anything
just lovin' and laughin' and bustin' our asses
and we all call it all livin' the dream"
America grinned as he sang and nodded to Tex who in turn started soloing on his guitar and the next few lines they sang together.
" These are my people
This is where I come from
Were givin' this life everything we got and then some
It ain't always pretty
But its real
It's the way we were made
Wouldn't have it any other way
These are my people"
They sang together, their voices melding into one and Tex stopped to play his guitar widely and the same with America and his fiddle.
" Well We take it all week on the chin with a grin
'til we make it to a friday night
And it's church league softball
holler about a bad call
preacher breaking up the fight
Then later on at the Green Light Tavern
Well everybody is gathered as friends
And the beers a pourin'
'til Monday Mornin'
and we start it all over again!"
America sang and then nodded to Tex and they began to sing together again, full of pride for their shared state and country.
"These are my people
This is where I come from
Were givin' this life everything we got and then some
It ain't always pretty
but it's real
It's the way we were made
Wouldn't have it any other way
These Are My People
We fall Down and We get up
We walk proud and We talk tough
We got heart and We got nerve
Even If we are a bit disturbed!
Woo Come on
These are my people
This is where I come from
Were givin' this life everything we got and then some
It ain't always pretty
but it's real
Its the way we were made
Wouldn't have it any other way Ah naw
These Are My People Yeah woo!"
America stopped and so did Tex, both were panting with effort but were grinning none the less. Every patron in the bar was yelling and stomping their feet as the nations sat dumbfounded. Had that seriously happened?