"What?! Hell no..."

Alfred grabbed a quill and dipped it into the blue ink gently, scraping the top of the extra liquid against the glass rimming before he began to scratch out a letter. /

Dear England,

I request and humbly await your immediate visitation.

-Alfred

It was early morning when Arthur arrived by boat in just a few days time, Entering the house. "Alfred? Where are you?" He removed his coat. "You usually greet me at the docks..."

Alfred entered the room, almost an inch taller than Arthur now. "Sorry, I must've forgotten you were coming..."

Arthur gawked at him. "Bloody hell you've grown..."

Alfred ignored the comment and rubbed the back of his neck. "...I wrote to you..." He glanced up at Arthur.

Arthur raised a brow. "Oh? What about?"

Alfred crossed his arms and leaned against the wall as the Brit began tidy up a few things. "I went into town last week..."

Arthur gently closed a window. "And?"

"Why are you giving us all these damn-"

Arthur cleared his throat.

Alfred sighed and corrected himself " darn taxes?! We fought in your war too! We want to be rewarded too!"

Arthur was a bit taken aback, then sighed. "Oh come now, for ever pair of shoes I have, you have double, and we are managing similarly, you only have to pay one third of the full amount."

"Yeah, with money we don't have!"

Arthur released an irritated sigh. "Alfred please. Just rest for now until you see reason. You're young, I know it's hard for you to understand. Have you eaten any meat lately? It must have been choleric."

"-Did you even ask for our permission?! I mean ya, I know why you did it, but do you even have the right?!"

Arthur slammed a bowl down he was washing. "Alfred! That's enough!" He yelled.

Alfred suddenly grew silent. Arthur never yelled, not even to their worker in the garden...at least not in front of Alfred. There was a short lasted silence for the mood to change.

Arthur sighed and closed his eyes, wiping them with his fingers from one hand. " listen Alfred, I'm sorry...I've already talked to George about it anyway. Though if I do this for you will you quiet those hooligans you call your people?" His eyes narrowed.

It was now Alfred's turn to be taken aback. 'I thought those 'hooligans' were your people too...so much for equality...' He nodded slowly. "Sorry...Goodnight." Arthur said awkwardly before going out to the stables until the child's moon disappeared. He walked back inside the house at dark and into his room. Only to hear footsteps creaking the wood outside his door an hour later.

He slowly sat up to the sound of the front door opening and then looked over his shoulder before rolling over to gaze out of the window. Some crickets and chickens could be heard, though Arthur stood out as he walked.

Alfred scowled. "Great...he's going to be a mess tomorrow/span/span morning..." Though this was opportunity. He grinned and then grabbed his coat and began to ride into town.