A/N: Have some post-American Revolution angst.

Pairing: USUK...kind of...

It's been a year to the day since you were defeated, and you shouldn't be feeling like this. If you close your eyes, every detail becomes clear in your mind: the anguished shouts of men, the frantic whinnying of horses, the red blood gushing down red uniforms.

And you see him. Proud, unshakable, shining like a beacon of light. And you remember the pain.

It shouldn't be like this anymore. You shouldn't act like this: knees to the ground, hands to your face, feeling tears and desperately trying to wish them away.

And you wonder if things will ever change.