America's Past Chapter 1

Alfred stared down the long dirty barrel of his standard issue musket, at the sad looking man who raised him. Arthur was a few feet away standing in the rain and mud; he glared at Alfred with anger in his eyes.

"Alfred! Stop this nonsense this instant!" he yelled across the battlefield.

"No. I want my freedom Arthur. I want no more of your oppressive rules." Alfred said, his soldiers backing him up with cheers and hollering.

That seemed to be the last straw for England. He charged the younger nation.

"You impudent little twit!! I will not allow it!! I. WILL. NOT. ALLOW IT!" And with that he ran at Alfred, his bayonet poised at the young man's chest.

Crash! Thump! Arthur smacked away Alfred's gun with his own. The musket clattered to the ground a few feet away.

"We don't have to do this Art-"

"Idiot. Why can't you just do what you're told? I raised you, fed you," Alfred made a face at this but let him continue. "Taught you everything you know…"

"If you care about me England then let me go. I am no longer happy being bound by your laws." Alfred stated, a steely look came into his eyes, he would not allow England's words to get to him, and this was the only chance he'd ever get to be on his own.

"No. I won't allow it." England said, knowing he was losing this fight, he was tired, cold, wet, and many other things that he wanted to deal with, but he couldn't let his younger brother go like the others had. Losing Australia was hard enough, America couldn't go.

"Who's going to back you up? Huh Arthur? Who?! Even your army has deserted you. Spain's not helping you nor Ireland or Wales. You're alone England, you can't keep me bound to you forever." Alfred looked behind him where France was standing with his soldiers, he had a sad look in his eyes but he'd agreed to help America fight England.

"Arthur just let him go. You are no match for the two of us together. Give up; I don't want to see you hurt anymore than Al, does." Francis said to his brother.

All three of them stood there for awhile in the rain, Arthur's brilliant red coat was now covered in mud and soiled to the point where it looked brown. Alfred's dark blue militia uniform was even more tattered than it had been when they first went to battle. France's naval uniform was covered in dirt and grime, yet somehow managed to look stylish.

"No…" Arthur said, but he dropped the gun and fell to his knees. "Who am I kidding; I would never fire on you." And he started crying and cursing himself and his stupidity, America stared down at his brother with sad eyes. France walked up and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Arthur…..I'm sorry but this is what I want. I don't want us to fight over it, I know it hurts but you have to let me go." Alfred said, tears threatening to spill over his eyes. He dropped to his knees in front of England and begged him to get up and get on with his life. When England didn't move or speak, he got up and turned to his soldiers.

"It's time to go home to your families, this matter is settled. We are free!" he turned to france," thank you brother but can I stay with you until my house is built?"

"Of course Al. Come let's go, the ships are waiting to return to my house." Francis said, and he and America started towards the shore. Alfred turned around and looked at his older brother. England looked up at him and turned his head away. Dejected.

"Goodbye Arthur, I'll see you around sometime!" Alfred called to England and then turned to the ships.

England sat there in the rain sometime before Scotland came by a few hours later after receiving a telegram from France.

"Come Arthur let's go home." He said and he led Arthur away.

End Chapter 1.