This one is based on a prompt requested by espisayer on tumblr. The prompt was taking one of three songs and making a story out of it in some way.

I don't own Hetalia or the song; Herrscher by Yousei Teikoku

There was something… invigorating about battle. It wasn't just the adrenaline–it was something more. Something… primal. Especially when the battle was waged against the cruel and capricious government.

The government had been corrupt for almost as long as the country had existed. The councilmen and their monkeys had ruined the lives of too many people to count.

Arthur had been a victim of the government, born and raised in a labor camp. The only reason he hadn't died in that camp at 15 like so many others was because he was smarter than the rest. He learned how to placate the soldiers and plan an escape. It was shockingly easy to get ahold of a gun when he was 13 and even easier to shoot the warden in the head.

Since then, it could be said that Arthur had formed a… rebellion of sorts. The government simply called them pirates; they didn't want to say it was a rebellion because rebellions inspired people. Pirates were the terrifying murders that razed your village.

The government could say whatever they wanted, though. It didn't matter because Arthur had a hard and fast rule about killing civilians. You didn't or you suffered the same fate. Soldiers and agents of the government, though, those were different. They deserved to experience every bit of hell that they put the people through.

The councilmen were the worst of the worst. So of course Arthur would leap at the opportunity to take one out. It would bring a lot of attention on him and his little group, but it was too good to pass up.

Ambushing the caravan had been child's play. Even now, they were still cocky and reckless. They didn't think there was any real risk to them. Well, they were wrong.

It was more than just any other assassination, though. This one was personal. Arthur was always disgusted by the fact that his father was a councilman. It was his father that sent his mother into the work camp when she was still pregnant. He didn't want an illegitimate child. So, when it came down to it, all the abuse and misery Arthur went through in his childhood was his father's fault.

He knew that most people would hesitate to put a bullet in the head of a family member. But for Arthur, it was cathartic. After pulling the trigger, he breathed a sigh before feeling… weightless. Joyful. It didn't make sense and it certainly wasn't healthy, but it was a massive weight off of his shoulders. One councilman down, 24 to go. By the time he was done, the country would enter a new era.

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