Upon The Great Victoria

Chapter 1

Hiya guys….heh…heh….heh…yeah you probably thought I was dead or something. Well fear not, I am very much alive. About the other stories…..yeah…they'll get updated eventually. I wrote this as a request story. There is a person in here named Peter, IT IS NOT SEALAND! Peter was a very popular name in this time period and I was running out of names.

Edit: So you might have been wondering why I took so long to get this updated. Procrastination my friends, procrastination. Anyway, I went over all the chapters and fixed everything so there's not more 'Eli-' type things. So please enjoy~ (P.S. I did this to all the chapters)

Disclaimer: Never has been and never will be mine


As Amelia Jones opened her second floor window and the cold crisp air of February rushed in and stung her face; she squinted her eyes and looked out over the snow covered yard. She quickly left her window and bundled up in her many coats then returned to the window. She took a deep breath and began to climb out her window. Just so luckily, there was a bunch of vines right under her window that acted as a natural ladder. Carefully, she found her footing and began descending down to the ground. She heard a loud chirp from a bird and looked over and a robin swooped down by her head. "Whoa" she said ducking, being surprised by the bird. She calmed herself and continued downward but was too confident and lost her footing on the next step down. She screamed as she fell and closed her eyes tightly preparing for the collision between her back and the ground. As soon as the falling started it stopped, but she was not hurt. She heard someone clear their throat and she slowly opened her eyes to realize that her brother had caught her.

"Hello, Alfred" she said nervously as he looked at her with disapproval.

"What were you doing?" he asked while half way glaring at her.

"I just wanted to go have fun with a few friends" she said innocently "Can you put me down now?"

"Nope" he began walking back inside. "I told you it was too cold to go out today and yet here you were trying to go out."

"How'd you even know I was trying to get out?"

"I could hear you. You sure can't be sneaky when you're that loud" he scowled at her "And it's a good thing I did hear you or else you'd be laying out there on the cold ground with a broken back" he went inside the house and shut the door behind him.

"Why can't I go outside?" she whined and scrambled out of his grasp. "You never let me do anything!"

"If I let you go out today you would've gotten pneumonia and died from it!"

"I wouldn't have gotten pneumonia, I don't get sick!" she frowned "And why should I have to listen to you!?"

"Because I'm you're older brother and because I said so" he retorted quickly.

"Because I said so" she mocked him. "I'm nineteen! I'm a grown woman; I should be able to decide things for myself! Be able to do what I want, when I want!"

"There are consequences for all of your actions and until you understand that you will never be able to do anything by yourself. Until you understand that you will have to listen to me, your older brother" he said putting emphasis on the word older.

"You're only older by seven years! It doesn't count!"

"Only seven years" he said sarcastically.

She screamed in frustration and then after a bit sighed. "You know what you need? You need a girl to court so you can spend your time on her and leave me alone! It's St. Valentine's Day for God sake! Go out there and find you someone!" She tried to shove him but she ended up pushing him into the closed door.

"Stop it" he said grabbing her arms and pushing her away from her causing her to stumble backwards a bit. "Now you're not going anywhere and that's final!" He stomped over to a chair and plopped himself down in it. She huffed and ran up to her room and slammed and locked her door. She shut her window and violently pulled the curtains closed. Amelia threw herself on her bed and buried her face in her pillows, cursing her brother for being stupid.

Alfred heard the slam and slowly got up while stretching. He put on his coat and went outside. After going to the small tool shed behind the house, he dragged a lander, a hammer, and a box of nails back with him. He leaned the ladder up against the house and carefully climbed it, towing the box of nails and the hammer with him. He smirked a little bit and then began nailing Amelia's window shut.

Amelia heard the racket and went to her window and threw open the curtains. She scowled as she saw what do was doing. She watched Alfred climb down the ladder and carry that ladder back to the shed. Amelia pounder on her window and tried to get it open but no luck in succeeding. She sighed and laid back down on her bed, giving up trying to get out for the day.

Months passed and tensions began to rise even more between Amelia and Alfred. She crawled out of bed and went to the window, which was still nailed shut, and looked out of it; it was a picture perfect June day. She got dressed in a simple light blue dress that was fitted around the waist with sleeves that puffed out and went down to her elbows and of course had a full skirt. Once she was suitable for the day she bounded downstairs. She found a note on the table. It read:

I have gone to town for a bit. Do not do anything stupid. Do not open the door, do not let anyone inside and do not run off anywhere. You better be there when I get back.

Alfred

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "See if I listen to you" she muttered and crumpled up the note. She went to the kitchen and began raiding the cabinets for food. During the hunt she heard a knock on the door. She paused her search and went to the door. "Hello?" she asked opening the door.

"Hello, Amelia," a tall man with light brown hair and chocolate brown eye said.

Amelia smiled brightly, immediately recognizing who he was even though he had changed a lot since she last saw him. "Peter!" she shouted while she tackle-hugged him. "You're back!" He laughed as he hugged her back, stumbling a little bit due to the force of impact. "How have you been?" she asked him as she led him inside the house to the sitting room.

"I've been fine. It's been tough though, being on the sea almost all the time" he said and shrugged. "I see you're still as strong as ever. You're defiantly not normal Amelia Jones. You were always strong, even since we first met when I was seven."

"And I was only five and I could beat you when we would all wrestle with the others" she laughed at the memory. "But you're not just bones and skin any more. You actually have muscles."

"Yeah, I've been doing a lot of training" he smiled a bit then there was silence for a while. "You've changed yourself; you sure have grown to be prettier too. The last time I saw you, you were still a snot nose brat."

She stuck her nose in the air. "Well, I am nineteen now, the last time you saw me I was only fourteen."

"Has it been five years already?"

"Yes, it has. It's been five lonely years without my best friend."

"Uh, Amelia, I actually came here to tell you something." He shifted from foot to foot nervously. "I…I really l-"

"Hey, Amelia I'm home" Alfred said coming in the door with an arm full of miscellaneous things, cutting off Peter.

"Hi" she said while getting up to help him carry everything into the kitchen. "Guess who's back in town" she said.

"Peter" he said "He's here, isn't he?"

"Yeah, how'd you guess?"

"I saw him walking this way" he smirked and then went into the living room "Welcome back Peter" he said as Peter stood up.

"Hello, nice to see you again" he smiled. Alfred went up to him and narrowed his eyes at Peter. "What?"

"You're too tall" Alfred said having to look up to Peter a little bit. "So how long will you be here?"

"I have leaving tonight, so I should probably get going now" he said sadly.

"Aw, but you just came back" Amelia pouted.

"You don't need to hold him up. If he's got to go then he's got to go. He has responsibilities" Alfred said to her.

"Come back sooner next time, okay?" she asked while hugging him.

"I can't promise anything" he said and hugged her back.

"Bye" she said as Peter left.

Once the door shut Alfred turned and Amelia and scowled. "Did you even read my note?"

"Yeah, I read your note. What are you so mad about?"

"I gave you specific rules to follow and you broke two of them. I told you not to answer the door and not to let anyone in. You broke both of those rules!"

"It was just Peter" she said in defense.

"Yeah, it was just Peter. What if it wasn't Peter when you opened the door? Also, you were here alone with a boy! You know how shameful that is! You didn't have a chaperone here, what if people began thinking that you two were doing something together?"

"We didn't do anything, we just talked."

He sighed and rubbed his temples. "We've already talked about this. You have to start thinking before you act." There was a silence, thick with tension, for a while, while Alfred calmed down. "I won't be here tonight, okay? I'm going out with friends," he said calmly.

"What, so you can go out with friends and I can't?! I'm not a child anymore I'm nineteen!"

"A nineteen year old that acts like a child! You will never get it! And if you magically get it one day then, and only then, can you do other things! That or a respectable man comes to court you, then you'll be his problem" he grabbed his money, shoved it in his pocket and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

Amelia stormed up to her room and started throwing things around. Once she had gotten her anger out her room was a compete mess. She sighed and did not even bother to try to clean up the mess. She walked aimlessly around the house, talking quietly to herself, "Why does he do this?!" she kicked over an end table. "That's it…..I'm just going to leave. Then I could go anywhere I want and wouldn't have to worry about Alfred. Oh, he's so infuriating." She looked outside the window and looked at the dock that was relatively close to her house. She scanned the dock looking for something, but not quite sure what she was looking for. She finally spotted what she was looking for, a certain ship. She quickly made up her mind and had to take the necessary actions. She went upstairs to Alfred's room and looked in his closet. She took one of his old shirts, an old pair of pants, and an old pair of boots. She ran back to her room and searched until she found a roll of bandages. She undressed herself and put on Alfred's pants and boots. She then wrapped the bandages around her chest to bind it and slipped on the old shirt. The shirt was baggy enough that it hid any kind of womanly curves that she had. This was good and all, but still had to do something about her hair; she walked to the kitchen and got a knife. She went to the bathroom and grabbed a fist full of hair and cut it. She did this to all of her hair and as a result her hair was sloppily cut and was cut like a man's. It looked like Alfred except without the cowlick. She smiled at her work and headed back to her room.

She shoved a picture of her and Alfred in her pocket as a keepsake of sorts. She sighed and took on last look around her room, and then the rest of her house. She walked out the door feeling confident and scared. She began the trek down the hill to town where she would be able to find what she set out after, her freedom.


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