"Hey Iggy I had a bad dream" Alfred said as he crawled into bed with me. I shifted my body so he could fit. The boy was so small and cute. He pressed his body close to me and looked up at me with his big blue eyes.
"Iggy you look like you've been crying again. Why do you cry?" He asked me. I blinked my puffy red eyes and muttered a fake excuse under my breath as I rolled over and told him good night. But my aggravation didn't stop him one bit.
"Iggy why is your house so much bigger than Francine's" That brought a laugh out of me. The thought of the big bad Francis being called Francine just made me want to eat the boy up. But, then again he'd probably taste worse than my amazing food so I was not about to do that.
"My house is bigger and better because I am England and everyone knows that England is far better than anything Francine could be" Alfred's eyes grew wide and he inhaled air quickly. I smiled at him and ruffled his hair.
"Wow so that means that I'm going to grow up to be just as big as you because I'm part of you right?" I nodded my head. I was happy to have won the cute little boy from Francis.
Having heard Alfred's first question I rolled back over and prepared myself for the bombardment that was soon to come. And soon couldn't have been a better word. Once I rolled over Alfred started to interrogate me about anything and everything. We even crossed the subject of Francis being an actual woman. But, I clamed his fear and slowly started to calm his questions.
"Now Alfred have I answered every question?" I hoped he wouldn't ask anymore it had already been tow hours and I was dead tired. Alfred blinked and bit his lip searching himself for that one question that was still bugging him.
"Arthur do you dream?" He asked me in a serious tone. I blinked confused by his sudden mood change. I smiled rolling my eyes.
"Of course, everyone dreams we just don't always remember our dreams" I said as I pulled the covers up over both of us. He nodded his head and slowly closed his eyes. I smiled putting my arms around him.
"Sweet dreams Alfred" I said closing my eyes and falling asleep.
The haze cleared from my head. That dream again? It had been re occurring ever since Alfred and I had begun the damned war. The American Revolution is what he called it. A fitting name from a lost cause.
Or, so I thought only three hours ago. But now here in the mist of battle at Alfred's mercy all I can do is cry. My hand reaches out and I grab his musket. I don't even bother to point it away from me all I do is hold it.
"I never dreamed Alfred. There was always darkness and now I have to let you into the light." Alfred pulled his gun out of my grasp causing me to fall into the mud. My blood red uniform soiled with mud that would never wash out.
"That's right Arthur. We the people of the United States Of America refuse to be under British rule any longer. We want to be free" He said pointing his gun right at me. I knew that I was in over my head.
"Fine. Your Free"