Hallo everyone~! I decided to write a story about the French and Indian War because we are learning about it and watching a movie that took place in the French and Indian War. It just struck me as I was watching this movie in class today so I hope you all enjoy this! Leave me a review to tell me how I did! Enjoy~!

Arthur's POV

Chapter 1:

I took in a deep breath as I looked out the window, watching the trees moving with the wind. I heard something go off in the distance; most likely a cannon had been fired. I tightened my grip around the sleeping little Alfred as I shook my head the slightest bit. I felt bad for my little sleeping brother who was fidgeting in his sleep and had a look of pain on his face. I bit my lip, wishing I could help him. I knew he was in pain because of this war that was just starting but there was nothing I could do but hold him and be there for him when he wakes up from his nap.

I sighed before standing up, Alfred still in my arms. I set him down on the chair where had been reading a book before he fell asleep, in perfect time for his nap. I could tell he was tired and was in some pain so I had decided to read him a story about a pirate on the sea, hoping it would lure him to sleep and it did. I grabbed a red blanket and set it over Alfred's sleeping form. I watched him as he grabbed the blanket and pulled it closer to him as I slipped under his head a blue pillow. I smiled down at Alfred before walking in to the kitchen to grab a cup of tea.

I waited patiently for the tea, letting my mind wander. It seemed to anger the colonists, how the French had built 3 forts in the Ohio Valley so they could not move west. I could see how that angered them. It angered me that France would not just leave America and leave Alfred and I alone instead of fight with me for control. I shook my head as I grabbed my cup of tea and left the kitchen.

I looked at Alfred once again, biting my lip as I saw his face go back to pain for not even a full thirty seconds before returning back to a small smile. Just because he was not in pain for long did not mean I still did not wish for the pain to stop. I wanted what was best for Alfred; I did not want him to end up in the frog's hands.

I walked over to the biggest window in the room. I looked outside to see it was peaceful for a minute and decided to set my tea down on the coffee table right beside the window and chair. I ran my fingers through my blond hair, wondering what to do next. I wanted this war to end soon, even though it was merely the beginning. I did not want Alfred in pain for longer than he had to be. He was a small child still, even though I found him a while back he has not grown much at all, which was actually fine with me.

I wanted Alfred to grow up and be strong, yes, but I also wanted to take my time in raising him. True, I have had a long time with him being a small little guy and he probably would grow fast in the next few years, probably after this war. He has grown about five or six inches maybe which was good. He was getting stronger. I wanted that, I truly did.

I walked back over to Alfred and fell to my knees, examining his sleeping face. He looked peaceful for the moment which I was thankful for, he was not in pain. I saw his mouth was open slightly, Alfred drooling the tiniest bit. I chuckled and closed his mouth, using the end of my sleeve to wipe away his saliva on his chin. Alfred had a firm grip on the blanket, not daring to let go which brought a smile to my face. When he was younger, he would sleep holding my hand. He had the firmest grip for such a little guy but I knew that he did not want to let me go, scared he would lose me. I don't think he is quite out of that habit yet and may never be.

I started rubbing little circles in his small little back, hoping it would at least take away some of his pain. I stopped rubbing his back to see his face was relaxed. I smiled at him and then pushed his blond hair out of his closed little eyes. I leaned forward and kissed his forehead before standing back up.

I made my way back over to the window and grabbed my cup of tea. I brought the cup to my lips, feeling the steam hitting my cheeks. I took a sip, not wanting to burn my mouth, knowing that the tea was still hot. I then heard one of the floor board's creek. Someone was trying not to be noticed just yet and picked the wrong spot in the floor. I turned around to see none other than the Frenchman. My eyes widened as my tea cup left my hands and started to fall towards the ground. I heard the cup crash against the wooden floor. I was disappointed that I had wasted tea but confused at how the Frenchman had gotten in to our house.

"Bonjour Angleterre," Francis greeted me with. I glared at the Frenchman. He seemed to call me by the French way to say England every now and then, especially when he said hi or bye. I looked down at the ground to see the shattered tea cup at my feet; at least I did not decide to use my favorite tea cup. I would have screamed at the Frog.

"What could you possibly want from me Frog?" I asked him, speeding past him to get in to the kitchen for a towel to clean up the mess he caused me to make. He followed me to my dismay.

"I wanted to ask you something," he said simply. I looked up at him as I was wetting a towel to clean up the spilt tea.

"Ask away then, might as well," I hissed. "Since you already broke in to my…our house." He raised an eyebrow at me like he did all the time. I shook my head at him, hoping he would get on with it already.

"I did not break in your house Angleterre," he said. "What I wanted to ask you was…Why won't you just leave?" I stopped my task, startled at his question.

"What do you mean Frog?" I hissed, hoping Alfred did not wake up.

"Why won't you just leave America and let me have it instead of fighting me?" he asked. I glared at him, a scowl most likely starting to form on my face.

"Why don't I ask you that then?" I exclaimed, throwing down the towel in frustration. Francis was surprised at my sudden rage.

"It is a simple question Iggy," he said, switching to my other nickname. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I want what is best for Alfred," I said. He smirked at me.

"Then give up," Francis said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I yelled.

"I don't want this war to last for long and I know I deserve this land," Francis said. I scowled at him.

"Sure you do…" I said sarcastically. "You already have some up in New France. Stay away from Alfred! You don't know how to run a country much less raise a child! You shouldn't have the child you do now!"

I saw Francis glare at me. "Arthur, I asked politely," he said. I rolled my eyes at his statement. "Make up your mind, I shall see you soon." With that Francis left, just like he came. I pulled at my hair, biting my lip. Why did Francis think he was all that?

"Iggy…" I heard a small child say. I whirled around to see Alfred, holding the blanket in his arm and rubbing his eyes. I smiled slightly at him. "What was that?"

"Nothing for now," I said. He rolled his eyes which made me laugh softly. I walked up to him and picked him up. "It was just Francis." I set him back down on the chair.

"What did France want?" Alfred asked, closing his eyes, sleep coming fast.

"I'll tell you later," I said, kissing his forehead. "Sweet dreams Alfred." With that Alfred was out once again. I looked outside and watched the trees dance with the wind.

I had to do what was best for Alfred.

What did you guys think? I hoped you liked it! I may change the title but…I don't know. I kind of like it… Alfred is all small because he is just growing small…and I thought it would work best for this story. Angleterre is the French word for England, in case you were wondering. I am making this as close to history related as I can so…yeah! Type me up a review and I shall be back with chapter two soon~! Danke!

~Lovely Kacey Faith