Summary: Both Ireland and the Confederacy have their reasons for drinking the last week of April...
Disclaimer: "Axis Powers Hetalia" and all related characters and situations do not belong to me, but are used for entertainment purposes without intent to profit or the permission of their original owners.
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"Song of The South"
'Remembrance'
By J.T. Magnus, 'Turbo'
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"We had ours first, you know," John R. Sutherland, the Nation of the Confederacy remarked. "We observed Memorial Day for two years before the Yankees started theirs, but somehow ours is the one that gets its name changed and considered 'shameful'..."
"Damn 'history is written by the victors' raises its ugly head again," Colleen McCool, the Nation of Ireland, agreed. "Can't anyone ever read history books written by more than one side?"
John shook his head, "It's like I say, Eire, 'history is just a lie everyone agrees on'. Look at most of the history books, they all refer back to each other as sources. It's not much better than a conspiracy."
Colleen reached over to the bottle and glasses that were sitting on the table between them, choosing a glass for herself and filling it, "It is a conspiracy, they are out to get us, remember?"
John snorted before filling the remaining glass for himself, "It's not a conspiracy when people are out to get you; it's a conspiracy when the people out to get you start working together."
She raised an eyebrow, "I thought that was paranoia."
"Paranoia is just thinking that they're working together, when you have proof it's a conspiracy," The Confederate States' Nation corrected.
Colleen looked him in the eyes for a long moment before replying, "So, are we paranoid?"
He scoffed, "Hell, no. You've heard me talk about it plenty of times, 'tyrants never want to discuss resistance to tyranny'."
"Yeah..." Colleen sighed and raised her glass, "Here's to battles lost and Causes fought for, huh?"
John raised his glass and tapped the rim against that of his companion, "To Causes and battles... and to the future."
"The future," Colleen agreed, then they both emptied their glasses and sat them down. After a moment's thought, she picked up the bottle and refilled the glasses. Pushing his back to John, she explained, "That's a double."
John took the glass, "To the future... and the past..."
Colleen nodded, "To the men who wore the grey..."
"To the men of Easter Week, the Heroes of '98, and all the rest," John answered.
Again, they touched glasses before draining their contents.