It had started as a simple outing, and Arthur hadn't thought his life would change dramatically. "I'll be back, Alfred, I promise." "All right, don't be gone long, Arthur." The young American-to-be said, giving the strong nation a hug. The boy hid his hurt very well. Little did either know that they'd have a new addition to the family.
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The land was new, formidable, and...beautiful. Arthur stared at the miles of forest before his green eyes as his crew scouted for people. Natives were very easy to plunder from, he had learned that when he had found Alfred. "Arthur! Come quick!" "Oh, what now?" He asked, turning. "Did you find any na-" He stared at the six year old that squirmed in his companion's arms. It was another Alfred. Same blond hair, though he had a curl, and those big blue eyes...
It was then that England knew he must have Canada.