Anonymous said: okay look up the lyrics to a sonata arctica song and write some shit based from that

i googled it and apparently Sonata Arctica is a Finnish band and the first song that came up was "I Have A Right" so have some pre-revolutionary!America
(this song is a literal gold mine like holy shit)

Title: I Have A Right
Characters: Aph America, Aph England
Warnings: none

"Give me the right to be heard! The right to be seen! To be loved! To be free!"

America was arguing with England. For the fifteenth time that month. Fifteenth. He was a grown man he just wanted to be on his own now! He could take care of himself fine! He just wanted to be free!

But either England couldnt hear him or.. he was ignoring him. Ignoring him. How dare he! He was pouring his heart into this and this is what he gets? Sure, Okay, England had looked after him as he grew up but he was never around! He said he always had other things to do and that he was busy. Bullshit! He just didnt want to be with him, America reasoned.

But as he grew older and older and he saw less and less of England, he soon realised that he really could just look after himself. He had done paper work before, he had done hard labour, he had looked after his people all on his own without England's help so why does he even need him anymore!

"I have a right to be heard!" The sunny blonde began again, his voice angry and loud. He was standing before England, at the edge of his desk in the older man's study. He had paper work scattered about every where and was clearly tired but he could take this. He needed to hear this.

"Give me the freedom to think! To think for myself!"

Alfred banged his fists down on the table once again. Trying to get England's attention but it didnt work, he just seemed to be in his own world at that moment.

"Look!"

A lone flower stood in the middle of a vast empty field. A bright blue flower. It was so tiny and looked so fragile that he didnt dare touch it. The man he looked up to, and who had asked him to call him England, walked up beside him and crouched down.

"There's a little flower! ... Beautiful and different.." The small boy said in a small, quiet voice as he got closer to the tiny flower. "All alone.."

"Its called a forget-me-not." England told the child.

"A forget-me-not?" Smiling, America plucked the tiny flower. "Im gonna go show this to my friend!"

America began to get even angrier. England taught him not to ignore others so why was he doing this! Just as it seemed as though England had come back to himself, he began again.

"Am i supposed to be another you? Huh?" America angrily asked. "Is it so? Dad?"

England jolted slightly at the word. Dad. He hadnt called him that in a while.

"Am i supposed to make the world anew? To be like you? Am i you?!"

Getting angrier and angrier by the second, America grabbed the sides of the desk, so tempted to just pick it up and throw it out that huge window behind England's desk. England's eyes widened and he began gathering up his papers -too calmly for America's tastes- and held them in his hands as a pile.

"You want to be free?" England asked, quietly yet politely, no shyness in his voice.

America steeled himself. Free? To actually be on his own country. Without England's help. Well that is what he came here for.

Straightening his back and looking down at the man who was once his mentor -no longer-, he scowled.

"Let me be free."