I remember when you were just a small child. So young,innocent,carefree,and so full of life. I wanted you to be mine. I remember when me and Francis fought over you. After a long fight,you chose that French bastard over me. I was devastated and hurt but in the end you somehow came to me. You were mine. I remember cradling you in my arms while singing soothing lullabies to you until you fell into a peaceful slumber. It was then that I promised I'd protect you no matter what it took. You were very little but you had a magnificent amount of strength. I was in awe when you spun that bull. I remember when I made you those miniature toy soldiers for you. You loved them because I had painted every single one of them individually to look different. I nearly broke my arm making them, but if was worth it in the end because they made you so happy. I remember when I cooked for you. You were one of the few people who had said that they loved my cooking,I had promised that I'd cook for you whenever you wanted. Those days were perfect,you were always so happy and you always wanted to be with me I was the happiest man in the whole world...Then you grew up into a rebellious teenager and you had finally decided to become independent. I refused to let you leave my side,I absolutely refused to let you leave me all alone,so we went to war. I remember that cold,rainy,dreadful night. We had fought a long and horrible war,the sounds of drums and flutes playing war songs filled the air until finally all of my soldiers were killed or had surrendered. Thousands of your men were lined up ready to shoot me. You had defeated me. I was the only soldier left standing I knew that I could never possibly defeat your army now. "All I want is my freedom! I'm no longer a child,nor your little brother!" Those words hit me like a bullet piercing through my heart. They kept replaying in my head over and over like a broken record. Angry I charged at you ready to shoot, "I won't allow it!" I was running towards you but I...I stopped mid-way. I couldn't bring myself to shoot you I loved you way to much. I got on my knees and cried,for I had lost the one I had loved the most. Your sad blue eyes stared at me with pity. A grown man crying on a battle field how pathetic. I didn't care though,for I had lost you,the man who I loved the most. That day had been the worst day of my life. The day you left me,I loved you and you left me all alone. I wonder if you ever feel the same way I do. Do you have the same feelings I have for you? Or am I a complete utter fool to ever think that you'd return my feelings? Either way I will always love you till the end of time. I, Arthur Kirkland,really truly love you Alfred Jones,take my word for it. Please come back to me...I really truly love you.
Authors Note:
Hello guys! I had to make this story because I just love the sad dramatic history between America and England. I'm usually not a big fan of UsUk,(FrUk forever ;D) But I really wanted to do this. Sorry if this story sucks ._. It's kind of old. Please review! Reviews make me happier than Italy when he gets pasta! :D Ciao for now!
~Nichole