Revolutionary War
What has happen since then?
Alfred lead the American army as steady as he could as approached Arthur. He showed no sign of fear, or atleast he thought so. When they got to the point of "close enough" the Americans halted and readied themselves as every second counted. Every day has been a challenge to Alfred ever since the Revolutionary war had started, every waking moment had been thoughts about if he was ready for another day. Sure, he had the alliance with the French and America felt as if he was getting a little stronger and had more hope than the day before but that didn't determine if he was going to win the battle.
Alfred gazed at Arthur, his former caretaker, and thought of the memories they had, the memories that weres so joyful it felt as if they were from a story, the memories that could've never been looked at Alfred, his gaze was equally intense as the American's. Even though he might not win the war, Alfred wasn't going to be the weaker one on the field. He positioned his gun to aim at Arthur and then said as strongly as he could
"I'm not a little kid anymore, nor your little brother. Consider me Independent," and with that statement, Arthur charged at Alfred, his bayonet aimed at America. He managed to knock the gun out of Alfred's hand, his breathing was hard but steady.
"I won't allow it. You idiot, why can't you follow anything to the end," the Englishmen stated, his bayonet now aimed at Alfred's head.
"Ready. Aim," one of Alfred's soldier said as all of thier weapons were aimed at Arthur as he was the only British who was on the battlefield.
Arthur was still breathing heavy as Alfred only gazed at the bayonet dangerously close to his nose, waiting for Arthur to strike him, to put an end to all of this. Arthur only stared at Alfred as he shown no emotions and then put down his weapon.
"There's no way I can do this to you," Arthur choked out.
"I can't,"he said as he dropped his bayonet to the ground and broke down crying. "Why, Dammit, why. It's not fair," Arthur sobbed as his face were in his hand.
"You know why," Alfred mumbled sadly. "You used to be great. What happened since then?"