Author's Note: This is just gonna be a group of none connected ficlets. They will also just be shot off with no thought in one day.

"I want to be free!"

"I won't let you be free! You belong to me Alfred!"

It all began with a couple taxes and ended in fits of rage; blood on the battlefield but in a matter of moments Arthur had lost the war. He had lost the war against someone so small, someone who knew next to nothing about running a country. Talk about pride being shot down. Arthur was drunk for days over it before laughing away with his boss. They took bets about how long America would actually last as a country.

Now it's 2012.

America had lasted much longer than England had thought. Wars had been fought over those long years since, treaties signed, and Alfred getting stronger and stronger along with more obnoxious. The glasses clad male would drink on Sundays while he watched the Dallas Cowboys play against the Baltimore Ravens. Oh the way he would scream as one of his teams would score, downing another whole beer. Let's not get started on baseball or any other sport because England felt the other just got more obnoxious with each sport.

There was something else that England couldn't bare to see come from America; the determination and the look of cold steel when beginning a war or fighting one. You couldn't say that it triggered England but at the same time you could say that it did. America was a determined young lad and once he got on a topic, well heaven forbid you get him off of it. The revolution would flash in quick scenes in front of England's eyes.

"Hey Iggy."

"Yes?"

"Why do people due such a thing?"

There it was. The steel, cold in those wonderfully warm eyes. September 11th, 2001, an attack that America would never forget along with Pearl Harbor. War was declared and immediately Alfred fought for what he had always stood for. Alfred stood for freedom, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness and

"Damnit England! My people deserve this freedom! What they don't deserve is to be attacked for what I stand for!"

Arthur watched everything unfold in front of him, all the years he had raised Alfred to the years after. Many had made comments about Alfred being one of the best colonies that Arthur ever raised while others said that Arthur had failed to produce a fine young man. The Englishman had no response to either of the comments either. He would nod his head and just continue to watch as history would unfold before him. Arthur Kirkland had probably one thing to say: Alfred was his greatest achievement along with his greatest failure. France would agree to this. He would even say:

"Oh mon dieu, all of you should know that eventually you must get rid of your little birds! They must fly from the cage one day!"

England would growl at him, smacking the Frenchman in the back of the head. He would tell Francis that he was being an extremely stupid person and that he just needed to go back to eating snails.

"Iggy, I don't blame you for wanting to keep me around."

"Oh?"

"The revolution was just for you to notice me for once. I wanted you to know that I wasn't a kid."

"Really now?"

"I never expected to win a war against such an empire."

Arthur James Kirkland knew one thing. He would know one thing until the day he died.

Alfred F. Jones was always going to be the greatest achievement he had along with his greatest failure.

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