The characters are not mine and the song is from Palaye Royale "Massacre, A new American dream"
Have fun my dragons!
"Thank god" mumbled Arthur after the exhausting world meeting was over. It stressed him enough that the meeting was held in America and it stressed him even more that he had to sit beside a certain French and the loud American. He sighed and looked out of the window, the meeting ended like every time in a chaos. Today China tried to sell some weird medicine during the meeting, Russia had to hide from his little sister Belarus, Turkey spilled some water over a certain sleeping Greek, Neth and Jamaica were stoned as fck, he himself bickered the whole time with his French seat-mate while America, who was the host of the meeting, talked bollocks ...
The Brit saw the shiny scenery of the city of casinos with its dazzling lights and breathtaking buildings: Las Vegas
He noticed that the charisma of this city frustrated him even more, especially the replica of the Eiffel Tower. This country gives him always flashbacks and shows him how fine is Alfred doing without him. He hated to travel here, as if the long journey from London to America was not exhausting enough, he is bothered unceasingly by Francis and by painful memories. Suddenly he felt how a single tear rolled down his cheek, which he wiped off quickly. His action was not unnoticed by his French seat-mate, but by the dense American.
Arthur lowered his gaze, took his stuff and left the enormous meeting room without talking to anyone. The meeting was in one of America's famous skyscrapers, which he adored secretly.
"Ugh, this bloody meeting took all my energy ... I need a drink" he mumbled and continued walking until he heard a familiar voice. "Angleterre!" The Englishman stopped for a second, before he decided to ignore him and continued his way. "Angleterre wait! I know that your hear me you Punk!" Again he heard this annoying voice and felt this time a hand on his left shoulder. He sighed irritated and answered him. "What the bloody hell do you want,didn't you torture me enough today you damn frog face?! Besides you can't insult me by calling me a Punk!" The Frenchman chuckled a bit and was very amused of Arthur's small outburst. "Ah Angleterre it is so easy to upset you, where are you going anyway with the sad looking face of yours?" Arthur rolls his eyes "As if you care you bloody moron! You guys are so annoying, especially you! Just leave me alone ... " Francis didn't answer him and continued following the Brit, who left the building to search a nice pub to dull his pain and to loose a bit Tension.
The Frenchman teased him the whole day, because of his "horrid" style of clothing. At least he wasn't dressing like he needed attention from everyone! He couldn't care less, but after a long time it irritated him greatly. He wanted to bring more diversity in his life and decided to wear something that was different than his usual well-known proper style. The others looked like they saw an alien after Arthur entered the meeting and Francis was the first who commented his style. "Aw~ Are you trying to feel young again Britain? You look like a Punk!"
He rolled his eyes after remembering today's memories and noticed that Francis was still following him, but was silent. Honestly he didn't want to be alone, because he was a bit nervous to be on his own insuch a big city like Las Vegas and he could let the Frenchman carry his drunk ass to his hotel room after drinking too much booze. It was a win-win situation for the Brit.
During the walk Arthur remembered the old times, when he raised Alfred. He was so small and cute, he loved him like a little brother. America was so much different from his other colonies ... Now the American is even bigger than the Brit and showed him how fast he grew without England's influence. He sighed and looked to the ground, why was it so hard for him to accept this? "He is such a stupid brat" He mumbled frustrated. "Is something wrong mon cher?" Francis asked him a bit concerned. "Yeah ... everything is fine" Answered Arthur and to avoid more questions he said. "Oh look this place looks nice, let's go in there chap" The Frenchman nodded and followed him.
The smells of sweat and alcohol hit their noses by entering the pub. It was rock themed and had even a small stage with different instruments, which waited to be played. He immediately loved this place, because it gave him a feeling of nostalgia. Francis on the other hand rolled his eyes, because he expected to drink in a fancier place. Arthur ordered a whiskey and his companion obviously a glass of wine .
"You thought about Alfred before, am I right?" Began Francis the conversation after they had their drinks. The Brit nodded, he knew him too well there is no need to hide it. "When I see those enormous buildings and these giant cities, I have to think how fine he is doing without me ... I know that he is a independent country and old enough to live on his own, but it still hurts me to see how happy he is without me and how completely useless I am now. I miss sometimes the old times, when I looked after him ... but now it seems to be that he is unapproachable for me now" The Frenchman nodded understandingly. "I know what you feel mon cher, but sometimes you to have to let go what you love ... It is not easy for me either and neither for them and I am sure that you are still important for him" The Punk asked confused. "What do you mean by "neither for them"?" Francis took a sip from his wine, before he answered. "When Alfred made his decision to be independent from you, he also knew that he will loose the bonds with you and nothing will be like before. But as a country he knew that he couldn't just decide for himself, he has the duty to decide for his people too. I am sure that he thinks sometimes about you too and misses the time,where you two were together like brothers, even he doesn't show it" Arthur smiled a bit and hoped that his companion was right. "I hope so ... "
Even England was used to live alone, he was more lonely than ever since the American left his daily life. He tried to fix it with the Brexit, but he realized soon after, that it made everything worse.
Aftera few more drinks Arthur eased a bit and heard how the owner of the pub yelled in his phone. "What the hell man! You promised me to come here and give my costumers a gig, you can't just leave me high and dry! ... Piss off man I don't need somebody like you!" After the phone call the owner sighed frustrated. "Shit how should I find a replacement in such a short time..." Arthur felt confident, which probably was the effect of the alcohol. He went to the owner and suggested him that he could try it. "Okay ... I have nobody else to do it, but don't mess this up!" Arthur nodded and smirked to Francis, who looked at him confused. "What are you-" Arthur interrupted him. "See and marvel what comes next!" He rolled his eyes to his childish behaviour and prepared himself for the worst. He was sure that Arthur drank too much and that the Brit will embarrass himself like most of the time, when he is drunk. With this thought she pulled his phone out and decided to film him.
But Arthur felt convinced and was sure that his skills were good enough to perform in front of an audience. He grabbed the microphone and the electric guitar- Now it was his chance to show everyone of what is the "black sheep of Europe" is capable!
He knew exactly which song he will choose ...
Arthur started to sing and got the attention of everyone in this pub.
"Come on! All you killers on your killing sprees!
Come on! A massacre's the new American Dream!
Come on! And all the kids on the murder Scene!
A massacre, the new American Dream"
Francis watched him surprised, he knew that the Brit was musical talented but he never knew that he could sing that good. Arthur continued to sing and smirked after he saw the Frenchman's reaction. He played often with his guitar when he was alone, tea and music helped him to calm down and to relieve stress.
"Fed lies since the day I was conceived
A bastard son, a rebel, now look at me
Went from homeless to your TV screen
How's this for the American dream?
Feed pills to society
Give you a gun, now there's a killing spree
I've given up on America's racist agenda
I'm fucked up from prescriptions and antidepressants
Massacre!
GenerationY, Generation why are we
Why are we so casual bout these casualties?"
Francis was totally amazed by the blond's performance. The way he sings, the how he is playing the guitar ... He watched his performance dumbstruck and almost dropped his phone, when Arthur smirked in his direction. Even he would never wear the same things like Arthur, he had to admit that he looked absolutely stunning in his Punk-outfit. The Frenchman was completely lost until the Brit sang the last strophes of the song.
"I've had enough of prescriptions and antidepressants
I've had enough of you giving your people some weapons
I've had enough of prescriptions and antidepressants
I've had enough of you giving your people some weapons
All you killers on your killing sprees
A massacre's the new American dream
Come on! All you killers on your killing sprees
Come on! A massacre's the new American dream
Come on! And all the kids on the murder scene
A massacre, the new American dream
A massacre, the new American dream, dream
A massacre, the new American dream!"
He was absolutely stunned, England was much more than just a small island nation. The other costumers were also amazed by the Englishman's performance and cheered loudly. Arthur wiped off some sweat from his forehead and went with his hand trough his messy hair, before leaving the small stage with a smirk. He sat beside Francis again and whispered a well-known sentence in French in his ear, which made the country of love blush madly. "A-Angleterre ... " Arthur chuckled to his reaction. "Never mess with an English Punk grenouille~"