Inspired by the song 'My shot' from Hamilton.
Warnings: Cursing pretty much...
Ages: 19 for Kyle and 20 for Kenny.
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Kyle's POV.

The bar looks really bland. I sit at the table, smiling brightly.

"Hello sir," I say.

Craig Tucker nods along.

"Nice to see you here then," I say.

He nods again. I take a shot.

"Sir, we will see in the war," I say.

"You're young, you cannot have gotten-," he says.

"I have," I say.

He sighs.

"You could get awkward from this shit and run towards it?" He asks, as if I was stupid.

"Shut up," a blonde man says.

I turn around to face him. He looks beautiful there, between two men.

"Come on, boy," one of them says.

The fact he has a strong accent sounds really interesting. I sit with them.

"So you're going into the war?" The blonde beauty asks.

I nod.

"Boy! Such a decision," the last boy says.

I laugh and take a shot.

"You don't look much older," I say.

"Stan Marsh, immigrant fighting for the right for my family to come here," the man that called me over states, shaking my hand.

"Kenneth McCormick, outcast, forced into the fight to get money," the beautiful man says.

"Gary Harrison, fighting for the possibility of my family finally getting something more than a bakery with a tax so ridiculous it will rob us blind," the last man says.

"Kyle Broflovski, fight for freedom of our country, I have no family other than this beautiful place that shall not burn on my watch! I will do it!" I say.

Stan laughs.

"I'm putting an end to this anarchy!" He says.

"There you go! Our country needs us, no matter age, wealth or background, we need to free us from this shit," I say.

"My brother and sister are fighting this war, my sister is 17 and helping our country with all she can, we have risen up," Kenneth says.

"There you go, Beautiful! This country is all we have and we are damn going to defend it!" I say.

"Be careful with your volume, men, I'm with you, you just need to keep it down," Craig says.

"This is going to be a colony, a working colony. I will die for my country and I will shout it out with pride. I WILL DIE FOR THIS COUNTRY!" I yell.

I smile.

"Stan is determined and a legend, Gary is absolutely a fighter and Kenneth is damn strong willed. How could you not rise up with men like these here?" I ask.

Kenny laughs, smiling at me.

"I'll rise out of poverty! This is a movement, come with us, Tucker, this will end the war!" He says.

He takes a shot.

"Between fighting, I've been reading and writing, I have realised we have to handle finance, everything is in our hands. I've been counting, 75% is tax, we won't take this! What could we do with that 75%? We could be more than a so called autonomy. We can do it now! They benefits of this tax %! It's time to change this!" I say.

The whole bar is completely silent.

"Sorry, I tend to over talk. I get over excited!" I say.

"This guy deserves a ground!" Stan says.

"We all must rise up," Kenneth says.

He stands up.

"This is the movement! We must do this! Life is not going to wait for us! Let's do this! Brothers, sisters, everyone should rise up!" He says.

He has clear excitement behind his eyes.

"Yes!" I say.

I take him by the hand and stand up on the table.

"Oh god," Craig says.

"Who has given up?" I ask.

There are many hands.

"Rise up! Revelation is now! If this kills me, be it! We need a shot! And we will have it!" I say.

They all look surprised.

"They wear red! We can see them from far away!" I say.

They rise their glasses.

"Their weapons are close by! We can kill them from afar! We can do this!" I say.

"I'm not throwing away my shot!" Stan screams.

The bar cheers.

"We are gonna rise up! Hear me?" I ask.

They say 'yeah'.

"I DON'T HEAR YOU!" I yell.

"RISE UP!" A boy screams out.

"That's the spirit! Come on now!" I yell.

"RISE UP!" The most of the bar screams.

"Who is still lacking the spirit?" I ask.

There are many hands, including Craig.

"Sure this is anarchy! You have to rise up! Listen to the boy!" Gary says.

"I'll die for each one of you! Has anyone died for you? Atone that! Take this into your hands!" I scream.

The roar of 'rise up' is a bit louder.

"Poor, young, old, rich, let us all come together! Come to this! You can get out of this shit! Out of this robbery!" I say.

"RISE UP!" Most people scream out.

"Green or black! They can't see us and we shoot them in the heart!" I yell.

"RISE UP, WHEN YOU'RE LIVING ON YOUR KNEES!" Kenny screams.

The whole bar rises their drinks, most of the scream as well.

"Don't hear!" I yell.

"RISE UP!" Most of the bar screams out.

"Who are you, boy?" Someone asks.

"Kyle Broflovski, if the enemy asks, remember that name! They'll have to fight me before facing my country! I will rise up!" I scream.

"Think past tomorrow and rise up!" Kenny says.

I pull him to my side.

"YELL IT!" I yell.

"RISE UP!"

Stan and Gary are the strongest voices in this scream.

"RISE UP!" Craig yells.

I smile.

"EQUALITY! Let us borrow the French! EQUALITY, BROTHERHOOD AND FREEDOM!" I yell.

Kenny and I kiss, which isn't surprising considering the ages. People do quick choices.

"RISE UP!" Stan screams.

"We will not let go till everyone is free!" Gary yells.

"RISE UP!" Stan screams.

"FREEDOM!" Kenny screams.

"EQUALITY!" I yell.

"BROTHERHOOD!" All of us scream.

"Let's go," Kenny says.

We leave the bar, getting a last 'RISE UP' before we open the door.