Oh this song...all of King George's songs are freaking hilarious and make me feel so patriotic XD

And I ADORE all the people who replace Arthur singing this song. It's pure gold XD

Arthur sipped his tea as Alfred sat across from him in his meeting room. Arthur had requested the boy to come to see if they could come to a compromise that hopefully wouldn't end in a screaming match, and so there they both sat, in Arthur's private estate in New York.

There was hope that this way he wouldn't have to send a fully armed battalion to his charge's land. Wars always left scars and no country ever deserved to go through it. Alfred's eyes were already looking a little dimmer than usual with the current battles going on, and it sent a small pang to Arthur's heart to see his charge looking so drained at such a young age.

"Won't you drink your tea, Alfred?" Arthur asked, eyeing the full cup that was quickly becoming cold.

"You know I don't like tea, Arthur." Alfred replied.

Arthur sighed, "Honestly Alfred, how can you call yourself an Englishman?"

"I don't, 'cause you don't treat me or any of my friends like them." Alfred answered coldly, his gaze quickly becoming icy.

Arthur put his cup down, "By friends, I assume you mean your people." He said, earning a nod from the colony. "That's certainly a strange way of looking at them, but then again, it's good that you have such a strong connection with them."

"Thanks." Alfred said, barely managing to keep from sounding bitter.

Arthur sighed through his nose, "I know we haven't been seeing eye to eye lately," He resisted the urge to snap as Alfred snorted. "But I'm willing to compromise with you, to spare lives on both our ends." He stood up and gazed out the large window, "You don't want to see what your land will become when it's ravaged by war." He continued. "I'm only doing this to protect you."

"Protect me from what? Growing up? From facing whatever I'll have to inevitably face in the future?" Alfred asked.

"You're a colony Alfred, not a country." Arthur responded. "There's a big difference between you and I, emphasizing the big." He turned slightly to Alfred. "I've taken care of you these many years and you have no idea what the world is like; you'll be eaten alive if left to your own devices." Alfred was silent.

"In any case, I implore you to make the right decision and stop this madness before it gets really out of hand." The silence was almost deafening.

"I'm not going to bow down and apologize if that's what you want." Alfred finally said. "Until you either let me have independence or start treating me like, god forbid, an equal, I'm not backing out of this." His eyes glistened fiercely, making Arthur's eyes narrow.

"I wouldn't get so cocky if I were you." Arthur said, fully facing Alfred. "Because we all know that when push comes to shove, you'll come running back."

"I will not-"

"You belong to me Alfred!" Arthur snapped, his patience finally at an end. "You're mine, and once all this independence nonsense is over-"

"It's not nonsense!"

Arthur growled under his breath, "You have no chance in this war, Alfred." He said. "I don't want to have to hurt you but desperate times call for desperate measures."

"Then let me go!" Alfred responded, shooting up from his seat. "If you don't want to hurt me, then just let me go! We don't have to do this!"

"Don't make me repeat myself, Alfred; you belong to me." Arthur said tightly.

"Is that all I am to you?!" Alfred demanded when realization dawned on him. "That's all I've ever been to you." He hissed. "Even as a kid, I was just property to you! You never loved me, you never even saw me as a brother!"

Arthur's eyes widened, "That's not-"

"That was all just to earn my trust! Just so I'd lay everything down for you without complaint!" Alfred went on. "Well, that certainly clears my conscience; I was actually hoping we wouldn't have to fight." Alfred glared at him dangerously. "It'll be ten times easier to kick the ass of a stranger rather than family."

Arthur's eyes blazed; if he were holding his teacup, it probably would have shattered in his grasp. "Get out." He hissed, pointing to the door. "This conversation is over; get out!"

"Gladly." Alfred growled and stormed to the door. "See you on the battlefield!" He called angrily as he wrenched the door open and stormed out.

"Go on, have your little temper tantrum!" Arthur called after him as he watched him go from the doorway. "We'll see how you feel when your 'friends' all die for your bloody freedom!" And with that Arthur slammed the door.

Alfred clenched his fists and let out a loud growl, almost a yell, letting the full extent of his rage surface. His eyes then fell on a large bucket that a slave probably would use to carry water and gave it a hard kick.

The bucket soared and crashed through one of the large fancy front windows and Alfred felt a wave of satisfaction as he heard an undignified yelp from his caretaker. "You bloody ruffian!"

"Walk it off, ya limey!" Alfred responded and stormed off, not giving Britain the chance to get back at him.

"You'll pay for this!" Arthur yelled.

"I already do!" Alfred bellowed. "SO YOU AND YOUR KING CAN JUST FUCK OFF!"

Meanwhile, in a pub, a number of miles from the estate, Hamilton, Laurens, Mulligan and Lafayette sat at a table, discussing revolutionary matters when Hamilton perked up.

"Something wrong?" Laurens asked.

"Do you hear something?" Hamilton asked.

Mulligan put his mug down as there seemed to be a disturbance in the air. It sounded like muffled yelling; though they couldn't make out the words, it definitely had an enraged aura. Everyone then perked up as a loud voice suddenly echoed through the streets, making the ale shake in their mugs.

"SO YOU AND YOUR KING CAN JUST FUCK OFF!"

Mothers in the streets covered their children's ears and many others looked around for the source of the noise but found none. "Well, someone's definitely on our side." Lafayette said with a grin.

"I'd say that sums up the revolution perfectly." Laurens laughed.

"Yeah, fuck off King George!" Mulligan yelled, raising his mug and downing the last of it.

Hamilton couldn't help but chuckle at the words that were still echoing slightly in the air. He certainly hoped the revolution would drive that exact message into that tyrant's head.

Meanwhile, Washington started as he heard the exact same sentence echo through the air. He couldn't help but laugh and shake his head, smiling for the first time in weeks.

That Alfred; he never sugarcoated anything when it came down to it.

Alfred, the country of brutal honesty XD