[MUSIC&FIC] us/uk fst - Brand New Colony
1) The Walk- Imogen Heap [England → America]
2) Perfect- Smashing Pumpkins [America → England]
3) Like Eating Glass- Bloc Party [young!America →England]
4) I don’t care- Apocalyptica [colonial!America →England]
5) The Great Escape- We Are Scientists [American Revolution : England →America]
6) Love & War- Immediate Music [American Revolution]
7) Under the Iron Sky- Adamantium Studios Feat. Kaiti Kink [Post-Revolution: England → America]
8) The Man Who Isn’t There- Oren Lavie [England → America]
9) I’m no angel- Dido [America → England]
10) Brand New Colony- The Postal Service [America → England]
11) Tojita Hikari (閉じた光)- RADWIMPS [England]
BONUS) Wake Up Angel- Funta [Britannia Angel → America]
The Walk- Imogen Heap [England → America]
Inside out, upside-down twisting beside myself,
Stop that now, cause you and I were never meant to be
I think you better leave; it's not safe in here,
I feel a weakness coming on.
It's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all,
I don't want to feel like this, Yeah,
No it's not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all,
I don't want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault.
“How did I do? Hey, how did I do?”
Arthur glances up distractedly to see, just as he expected, a very excited Alfred bouncing around his desk.
“You did well,” he mutters, half his brain worrying over his paperwork, the other half wishing Alfred would just shut up and stop making so much noise.
It isn’t till Alfred’s face lights up that he realizes what exactly it was that he had said, and then, before the thought had even solidified, it's gone again, replaced by mush and dreadful realization.
Arthur slams his hands on the table and jolts out of his chair, ignoring the American’s surprised yelp.
'I did not just think that Alfred’s smile is cute.'
“…Excuse me for a minute,” Arthur grits out, in as clipped of a tone as he could manage. He doesn't wait for Alfred's response, just simply ducks his head and quickly makes his way to the door.
Alfred nods and stares after him, wide-eyed. “S-sure!”
Arthur slams the door behind him and made his way down the hallway. The sound of his shoes against the tiled floor, normally crisp and reassuring, rings in his ear unpleasantly, rising above the din of his thoughts.
Arthur clenches his jaw and turns the corner quickly, intent on getting to the bathroom to wash his face.
Perfect- Smashing Pumpkins [America → England]
We are reasons so unreal
We can't help but feel that something has been lost
But please you know you're just like me
Next time I promise we'll be
Perfect
Perfect
Perfect strangers down the line
Lovers out of time
Memories unwind
I love you.
Arthur freezes, cold sweat drenching his body.
“H-hey, did you hear me? I said I-“
His voice rings out through the hallway, loud and desperate, “DON’T SAY IT.”
Alfred watched him, confused and hurt. “Arthur, please, just listen to me. I know I screwed up in the past, but please. I swear, I won’t mess it up this time. We can start over. We can start over from square one if that’s what you want.”
Arthur’s hands shook, and they refused to stop shaking, no matter what he did. Was the past back to haunt him?
Alfred makes a helpless noise as he reaches forward to grasp Arthur’s shoulders. “Please,” he whispered, and Arthur stiffens when he is pulled into a tight embrace.
“I promise, this time we’ll be perfect.”
Like Eating Glass- Bloc Party [young!America →England]
And I know that you're busy too
I know that you care
You got your finger on the pulse
You got your eyes everywhere
And it hurts all the time when you don't return my calls
And you haven't got the time to remember how it was
It's so cold in this house
It's so cold in this house
“Hey…what do you think England’s doing right now?” Alfred shuts his eyes and listens for an answer.
There is a creak, and then silence. He slowly opens his eyes and stares at the empty house before him. His grip on his stuffed rabbit tightens, and soon he's shivering as the darkness closes in around him.
“Hey,” Alfred’s voice cracks and he holds back a sob, “d’you think England’s forgotten me?”
I don’t care- Apocalyptica [colonial!America →England]
I try to make you see my side
Always trying to stay in line
But your eyes see right through
That's all they do
I'm getting buried in this place
I got no room you’re in my face
don't say anything just go away
If you were dead or still alive
I don't care, I don't care
Just go and leave this all behind
Cause I swear I don't care
It has been over two years since Arthur last visited Alfred.
“Take it.” Arthur’s face is stony as he hands him an envelope.
Alfred sends him a look of barely muted dislike, which Arthur pointedly ignores as he makes his way into the house, leaving boxes upon boxes of tea for Alfred to haul into storage.
When he gets back, Arthur’s sitting in the living room, lounging on Alfred’s armchair. “Have you read the notice yet?”
“No sir,” Alfred bites back, because Arthur should know that he was putting the tea away. And Alfred’s sure that he does, because his retort is ignored, and the Briton is looking at him with a bored expression. The atmosphere around them is tense.
“You’ve been disobeying orders again, Alfred.”
Alfred looks up so quickly his neck cricks. Arthur’s face has yet to show emotion. He turns back to forcing the envelope open.
“If I remember correctly,” Arthur drawls as Alfred struggles with the wax sealing, “you were told not to settle beyond the mountains.”
“Look around you, England. There are lots of mountains around here.” Alfred has successfully taken the letter out by then, and he pointedly tosses the empty envelope into the fire. The flames engulf the thick paper greedily. Arthur watches through narrowed eyes, lips pursed but not saying a word.
After a minute, Arthur shifts in his chair and closes his eyes. “I don’t like where this is going, Alfred.”
“That’s fine,” Alfred refolds the document and replies shortly, “Neither do I.” He tosses the letter onto the table, where it lands with a foreboding slap. Arthur opens his eyes wearily, a frown tugging at his eyebrows.
“We were hoping you would accept this reasonably. It seems we have expected too much from you.”
There is a moment of silence, and then Alfred rises to his full height, towering and furious. “Get out.”
Arthur heaves an exhausted sigh, but he gets up anyways. At the door, he turns to meet Alfred’s gaze. “Think it over. It’s for the benefit of the greater good, Alf-“
Alfred slams the door in his face, and turns all the locks. When he’s moving away, he hears a muted thumping noise and a loud curse. He ignores it and returns to the living room, where he fingers the parchment, rereading every last letter till the words are etched into his mind.
“Tch.”
He throws the letter into the fire and watches as it burn down into ashes.
The Great Escape- We Are Scientists [American Revolution : England →America]
Breaking both my hands
Breaking both my hands
Telling me to
Take it like a man
Take it like a man
I can't
I don't understand
I don't understand
Please repeat whatever you just said
Nothing's making sense
Well how'm I doing?
“England! England!”
Arthur turns from the ship to see America, running over as fast as his legs could carry him.
“America, be careful!” his voice comes out harsher than he meant, and the young nation stumbles to a halt, eyes downcast.
“I-I’m sorry.”
Arthur’s smile softens in apology, and America brightens.
“Come here,” he says, and America complies eagerly, bouncing over to Arthur to latch onto his leg. Arthur grins and ruffles the boy’s unruly hair. “Be a good boy when I’m gone, alright?”
“Yessir!” America salutes, and Arthur laughs and ruffles his hair again.
“I’ll be back soon. Take care.” He smiles and boards, watching from the ship as America waves till he can no longer be seen.
When Arthur opens his eyes, they are met with a sea of red. They are marching, and fast approaching. Lined up against the hill is a sea of blue. There are far too many muskets to count. They move as a wave, and soon there is yelling from the front of the line. The firing has started.
A voice from behind him whispers, “Find him. Find him and bring him down.”
Arthur steels himself and moves forward.
'America, come on. We’re going home.'
Love & War- Immediate Music [American Revolution]
-instrumental-
It’s raining.
Arthur tilts his face up to meet the downpour. Is this what defeat felt like? Is Alfred really gone for good? All those years spent-
“My Lord, how are you faring? Is there anything I can do?”
He turns and meets a face he knows. No name connects. “Ah…” and his voice is faint, even to his ears, “…no. I’m fine.”
The man, whoever he is, looks pained. “If you need anything, we are here to help.”
Arthur nods, and the world spins, “…Thank you.”
He continues sloshing through the mud, only half-seeing. The America that he raised is gone. That America is gone, and he has been replaced by a monster. His America would be back. He will come back, and everything will go back to how it was before.
Arthur throws his head back and cries silently, tears mixing with the rain.
Under the Iron Sky - Adamantium Studios Feat. Kaiti Kink [Post-Revolution: England → America]
Now that you have gone away
I feel so cold, why did I stay?
Remember, I'll remember your face so pale
when you left me on that gloomy day...
Time goes by, memories are mine
Still waiting for the moment I'll see you again
Times are changing, memories are fading
I'm waiting for another chance
to tell you belong to me
The Man Who Isn’t There- Oren Lavie [England → America]
Look at the sky
It belonged to a guy
That I know
And I thought I forgot
Long ago
Look in his eyes for a dying flare
Look for the wind in his yellow hair
And pretend
You see the man
Who isn’t there
I’m no angel- Dido [America → England]
If you gave me just a coin for every time we say goodbye
Well I'd be rich beyond my dreams, I'm sorry for my weary life
I know I'm not perfect but I can smile
and I hope that you see this heart behind my tired eyes
If you tell me that I can't, I will, I will, I'll try all night
and if I say I'm coming home, I'll probably be out all night
I know I can be afraid but I'm alive
and I hope that you can trust this heart behind my tired eyes
Brand New Colony- The Postal Service [America → England]
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as you're lying there drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change
Tojita Hikari (閉じた光)- RADWIMPS [England]
With a smile, a friend said
“I’m going off to die today”
And just like always,
I waved goodbye with my left hand (See you later)
With friends that have disappeared today
Come friends who are born on that same day.
Just that alone made me feel
As if I could still laugh again tomorrow.
[BONUS]Wake Up Angel- Funta [Britannia Angel → America]
You can't cook, but you just go down to the convenience store
Your room's a mess, but you always put off cleaning
You can't sew, but it doesn't really bother you
And you're not bothered when you see a UFO
You can calculate, but if you don't experience it
You won't know everything (I miss you)
Loving and being loved
Wishes are unlimited
Britannia Angel watched Alfred from the doorway with a frown solid on his face. There were chip bags and hamburger wrappers strewn all over the floor, some empty, some half-eaten.
“You’ve been on that blasted thing all day nonstop. Isn’t it about time to take a break? Honestly, you should clean your room for once.”
Alfred did not turn, instead keeping his bloodshot eyes trained on the screen.
“Alfred.”
After Alfred clearly showed that he would not respond, Britannia Angel heaved a sigh and made his way through the apartment complex to the kitchen. He was back at the doorway in two minutes, this time armed with homemade scones.
Alfred finally looked away from his video game to throw Britannia Angel an exasperated glance. “I’m not eating those.”
The angel drew himself up and spluttered indignantly. “I-I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me,” Alfred muttered, jabbing the triangle button viciously.
Britannia Angel slowly relaxed, face pulled into a light scowl, and resumed watching Alfred sullenly, arms cradling the plate.
“It’s not as if your cooking is any better,” the angel grumbled after a few minutes of watching Alfred’s 2D-self beat up a dragon with a golf club.
Alfred shrugged distractedly before scratching his ear with his shoulder. “Doesn’t matter. I can easily just grab a bite at McDonalds.”
Britannia Angel gaped, hands going lax while the plate slipped, spilling scones all over the carpet.
“You…you honestly think those..those burgers taste better than my cooking?!”
“Yes,” Alfred snorted, without a moment’s hesitation.
“…y-you…you…YOU IDIOT!”
The angel sobbed and shoved Alfred off his chair to get through the window. In a flurry of white feathers, he was gone.
Alfred sighed slowly and picked himself off the floor. He eyed the scones on the ground and heaved another heavy sigh.
Maybe Tony would be able to help him clean up the mess in the kitchen.
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