"Hey dude, look at this! This is like, sweeeet!" Alfred stabbed the book with his pointer excitedly. Matthew sighed.
"We're supposed to be researching here Alfred," Matthew glared at Alfred and closed his book.
"But how cool is this? I mean, 1501 where the great Americans fought the Britain Tea-suckers?" Matthew sighed once more.
"This is not JUST cool Alfred. It's a historical event that we have to respect because if it didn't happen, then we would be tea-suckers too," Alfred waved his hand lazily and leaned into the monitor of his Mac.
"Dude, that was 1501. Now is 2019,"
"You got your dates wrong again Alfred,"
"Sh-Shut up!" Alfred stormed out of the small living room that he and his brother shared and slammed the door to his room. He then collapsed onto his "HEROOO~!" bedsheets.
"I'M the Hero. No one can boss ME around," He mumbled, hugging a fluffy blue pillow. After moping for several minutes, Alfred sat up and opened his War book again. He flipped to a random page. There sat a peculiar picture that caught his attention.
Arthur Kirkland was the Commandant of the British. He was a loyal and hard-working soldier, and the few of the soldiers to escape the battlefield after the American Army had destroyed his country's Army.
Alfred traced the smooth jaw of the British man's face with his index finger. The electric-green eyes seemed to stare right at him.
"What a beautiful man…" Alfred shook his head and licked his finger to turn the page. Suddenly, the world began to spin.
"OW!" Alfred landed in the mud, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. He was wearing a leather jacket with a ragged muddy T-Shirt. He had khaki pants that were muddy too. A fat man glared at him and pushed him into a strange line full of dirty people that smelled like crap.
"MOVE IT MOVE IT WE HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY!" The fat man then shoved him into the doors of a very clean building.
"HEY! Watch it!" The man quickly turned around.
"Who cares?" He snarled, spewing his breath into Alfred's flushed face. "Yer goin' to war! Yer gonna have to get used to being shoved and pushed, 'cause a gun ain't like that AT ALL," Alfred stumbled into a huge room crammed with men.
"Um, excuse me," A blond head made its way through, until it bumped into Alfred.
"Hey, watch i-" Deep blue eyes stared back at him. "M-Matthew? Matthew Williams, right?" The man adjusted his glasses and shuffled towards the center of the room.
"It's nice that you know my name, but it looks like I have to go. Maybe another time, Mr… Alfred, is it not?" Alfred stared at Matthew. Why didn't he know who he was?
"Hi, can you show me around?" A tall man with a scarf around his neck nervously tapped Alfred on the shoulder. He blinked his purple orbs with confusion. "Hi, I'm Ivan," Alfred noticed a slight Russian accent that was infused with his American words.
"Hey… You're Russian… Right?" Ivan smiled.
"Oh wow! How did you know?"
"I could hear your accent," Just then, a huge man with broad shoulders and a beard walked up onto the stage.
"Gentlemen, you are soldiers of war. We have come to fight for our nation under the name of God," He coughed into his hand, then continued. " I would like you to meet our general… General Alfred Jones," Ivan's eyes widened.
"Ha~! I never knew that you were the general!" Alfred spluttered in surprise.
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