Perfect.

Perfect.

That's all he never was and all he ever wanted to be. Yes, it very well may be impossible. If you were to bring that up he would become determined and whisper, 'Not to a hero.'

Nobody knew quite when this perfection obsession started blooming. Although, if you asked a certain British gentleman, he would go red in the face. He was very close to the other man. And defensively, he would announce, 'Of course I don't know what happened to Alfred. He was... Always seemed so fine... But..."

Then you may end up with one of two scenarios. Either the Brit would begin to curse you out for reminding him of his lost love, or he would completely break down in tears before you. For he had known Alfred Jones nearly three hundred years. He loved the man with most of his heart (the other part was saved for tea.) and then was forced to watch him crumble away. All due to his perfection obsession. Which may or may not have been caused by aforementioned Brit, Arthur Kirkland.

These men had no easy lives. Personifying a country was hard work, you know. Living forever. Watching your friends grow old and die as you stayed young forever. The only people that could stay with them no matter what were others of their kind, right?

That's what Arthur thought.
Until the day he saw Alfred fall.

But why start telling a story at the ending? Lets go to the beginning of the fixation.
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He raised his gun.

"I'm no longer your little brother. From now on, consider me... Independent." Alfred liked the way the word fit in his mouth. It was one of his favourite words, right alongside freedom. The ironic part was he had never witnessed either of those things firsthand.

"W-What?" Arthur stared at his colony. His thirteen colonies, America. "No. I won't allow it." This land was precious to him. Not just because it was an important part of the British Empire, but he deeply cared for the boy representing it. "You idiot! Why can't you follow anything through to the end?" Arthur's mouth continued to move. He was speaking, but the rage was too built up in his body to allow him to hear anything but betrayal. Betrayal, that's all this was. Betrayal, mutiny, rebelling, anger, hurt, loss, pain, pain, pain...

A gun flew to the side in a clash of metal. He had managed to disarm Alfred. With a shaking hand, he held the gun to his now-former charges head. He would show him. This is an overgrown tantrum, that's all.

The man in his blue uniform stared into the bayonet. If this is how he should go down, so be it. This was his revolution. He would become a martyr, his people would become enraged and carry on full force. He prepared the gun to fire as he repeated a statement quietly.

'Give me liberty or give me death.'

Arthur's eyes widened. He stared at this boy. Was this really the same child who had clung to his leg and begged him not to leave? No. Not anymore. This was a man. A cruel man, but strong nonetheless. He threw his gun to the side. "... There's no way I can shoot you." The rage that was boiling inside of him turned to sadness and came down like a million bricks. And then he collapsed. He murmured phrases of self pity and small pleas, though the independent country standing before him remained stoic on the surface.

A tear dropped from his blue eye, though in the rain it was barely noticeable. Alfred loved Arthur, he really did. But he had just battered his soul, he caused so many imperfections... And now the man was on his knees sobbing before him. Was this what having the innocence of your psyche stolen was like? Alfred never wanted to witness that for himself. He never wanted to hurt his dear Arthur. It was then, in 1774, that the American promised himself something.

No matter how long it took. No matter what he had to sacrifice. He would never give up until he was perfect. Until he could save his innocence forever. And perfection was the only way to do so.

He shook his head sadly and looked once more at the man on the ground.

"You used to be so great."

OKEY SO THERES YOUR PROLOGUE!
Chapter one will be set in the present day, but I couldn't pass up some Revolution feels...
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