Credit to hope_forever_18 for doing this first. Although this one will be less whimsical and more like... Mistakes were made.
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"I'm so bored." America muttered to himself. He looked over to AmeriCat, who was staring up at his owner from his seat on the ground. "Bro, are you bored?" The feline blinked at him, a stupid little grin on his face as he meowed. "Dude I hear that. I can't even breath, I'm so bored. And I'm a natural at breathing."

AmeriCat collapsed on the ground, opting to just let himself fall over rather than taking the time to carefully lower himself to the ground. "Yeah, bud, you're right. I should take Shelbs to the movies. She's been talking about seeing Finding Dory for ages now."

AmeriCat mewled, looking up his America with creepily focused blue eyes. "Yeah, of course she'll go with me dude. I just can't call it a date. Then she'll get angry. I'll go ask her right now. I'm full of such great ideas, AmeriCat. Someone should really just give me a Nobel Peace prize." He rambled, bouncing up off the couch and strolling down the hall to Shelby's room. He paused, however, when the sound of her voice hit his ears before he could even knock on the door.

"You say, the price of my love's not a price that your willing to pay." She sang in a slightly accented voice. Alfred carefully grabbed the door handle, twisting it slowly so Shelby wouldn't hear it. "You cry, in your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by." America paused, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he thought about the context of the words his friend was singing. It sounded oddly familiar...

"Why so sad?" Shelby continued, and America pushed the door open slowly, peering in through the crack to see Shelby staring in her bedroom mirror. She wore a crown on her head and a red cape was tied around her neck. She flipped her brunette locks, glaring into the mirror with a glint of superiority. "Remember we made an arrangement when you went away. Now you're making me mad! Remember, despite our estrangement," she twirled, pressing her back against the wall as she looked up to the ceiling, smiling slightly. "I'm you're man..."

She popped up, pointing to an empty space in her room. "You'll be back, soon you'll see. You'll remember you belong to me." She did a dramatic spin, reaching one of her hands up and bringing it down with a clenched fist as she stomped on the ground. "You'll be back, time will tell. You'll remember that I served you well." She winked, before tip-toeing forward, bringing her arms up in a wave motion, "Oceans rise," she brought them back down as she backed up, "empires fall! We have seen each other through it all!" She paused, placing her hand under her chin as she gazed at her wall seductively. "And when push comes to shove, I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!"

America's eyes widened as he suddenly made the connection to what event she was singing about, and why it sounded so familiar to him. She was singing about the Revolutionary War.

She skipped around the room with a dazed mood, and dopey smile on her face. "Da-da-da-dat-da-dat-da-da-da-da-ya-da, da-da-dat-dat-da-ya-da! Da-da-da-dat-da-dat-da-da-da-da-ya-da, da-da-dat-dat-da,"

She stopped suddenly and clutched her chest dramatically, "You say our love is draining and you can't go on~!" She held the note, sinking to her knees. "You'll be the one complaining when I am gone..." She almost growled, climbing back up at her feet. "AND NO, DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!" She nearly screamed, pointing to the wall that was right next to the doorway America was peering in from. He jumped slightly; it was scary, how much she actually sounded like Arthur while she sang. Her toned softened as her angry expression changed to a loving smile. "'Cause you're my favorite subject~. My sweet, submissive subject. My loyal, royal subject." She paused, her grey-blue eyes taking on a mischievous grin as her gaze bore straight into the wall. "Forever. And ever. And ever, and ever, and ever..."

She turned away with a dramatic flip of her cape, now facing the wall with her covered window. "You'll be back like before. I will fight the fight and win the war." She turned back, a look of pure determination on her features. "For your love, for your praise, and I'll love ya 'till my dying days!" She spun again. "When you're gone, I'll go mad," she glared with a challenging fierceness, "so don't throw away this thing we had. 'Cause when push comes to shove..."

She smiled innocently, even though her brows were furrowed slightly. "I will kill you friends and family, to remind you of my... Alfred?"

The country blinked, snapping out of Shelby's song and his memories to realize that the teen was staring straight at him, her tanned skin flushed a deep red, not only on her face, but also her chest and arms. "Did you... Hear all that?"

"Uhhhh, nah, dude, I just got got here!" He flashed a nervous smile as he forced out a playful chuckle, pushing the door open so he was in full view.

"Ugh, I can't believe you saw all that." She muttered, burying her face in her hands.

"Shelbs, I don't think your singing was all that bad-"

"I didn't want you to hear that song." She said, the words muffled through her hands as she shook her head back and forth slowly. "I know it's a sensitive topic."

Alfred's strained smile fell. It was true. It had been over two centuries since he declared independence and fought fiercely against one of his older brothers. Even now, he hated to think about it. England's rage. His willingness to end the rebel by killing people, his willingness to stop Alfred... By any means necessary, it had seemed... It still haunted the young country.

The lyrics of the song seemed to echo in Alfred's ears, accompanied by the sound of Shelby voice. How eerie it had been. "Are you English?" Alfred popped the question that lingered on his tongue.

Shelby glanced up from her hands. "Huh?"

"I know you're Polish and Italian. But are you English?" He pressed, not in a necessarily angry voice, but almost urgent.

After a few moments, Shelby nodded. "I'm as English as I am Polish." She admitted, frowning. "America, I'm sorry you hear me singing that-"

"You sounded just like him." Alfred looked to his feet. "I mean, you didn't sound a man, but..." He placed a hand on his forehead, turning away. "Sorry, I'm gonna go lay down for a sec." He stated, turning and leaving Shelby's doorway, closing the door behind him.

Shelby stared at the door in utter dismay, moisture collecting in her eyes as she slowly realized just how badly that song had bothered Alfred. Her chest began heaving heavily, and she sniffed, her teeth clenched in rage. "Damnit!" She yelled, ripping the crown off her head and chunking it at the wall. "Why am I so damn ignorant?" She seethed, a couple tears falling down her face and she climbing bed, burying her face in her pillow. "I never wanted him to hear that... I never wanted him to get hurt..."

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I thought it was high time that I make a mistake rather than Alfred. So, this Drabble was born. Happy birthday, little Drabble.