Just a drabble that popped into my head while looking up revolutionary war pictures for a friend. (: Told from Britain's point of view, though I'm sure you'll see that once you start reading. (I suppose there's USXUK in here… but only if you're looking for it…)
I can put back all the pieces
They just might not fit the same
-When We Die, Bowling for Soup
Time is supposed to heal all wounds, right?
If that's true, then why do I still feel that ache in my chest whenever I see him sitting there at the head of the table, in complete control over the meeting that's taking place?
I suppose I knew it would come to this some day… He was a country after all. I knew that all along.
I knew one day he'd be participating in these meetings as opposed to simply watching from the sidelines.
I knew he wouldn't stay young forever.
I knew he'd have to leave to take care of his own country one day.
We were too different. Inside, I knew we would fall apart eventually… I just never expected it all to blow up so quickly.
Alfred doesn't understand all that really went on during his revolution… He was a teenager. It was all so straightforward for him.
But for me… It wasn't all so black and white. Was he right this time? Should I fight him for his independence, or just let him go now, giving in to the inevitable? Did this happen because Alfred was simply being Alfred- defiant and stubborn to a fault? Did this happen because I was a bad brother?
Well, I suppose on that last note at least, I never really had a satisfactory precedent. Maybe I held on too long… But my brothers never held on long enough.
I know it could be worse… I'm the one he ran to after the disaster that was 9/11. I'm the one he came to for advice whenever his own people were in a crisis. The one he wanted help from when his civil war broke out.
I can't help that small, bittersweet smile that works its way onto my face as I watch him 'argue' with China, completely oblivious to the older nation's concerns.
I suppose Alfred had to grow up some day…
How else would he have been able to take care of his people and his country? It's his duty.
He is the hero after all.
Review please!
I don't own Hetalia. Yuck, there are so many choppy sentences in this… oh, well, it is only a drabble I guess.
This is dedicated to my friend Canadagirl52. (: As there would be no Hetalia drabble without you after all…
Whenever I think of England and America and everything pertaining to the Revolutionary War, it makes me think of the song When We Die by Bowling for Soup. If you've never heard it, I suggest making a hasty trip to Youtube. (: