Authors note - This is my first story that i'll be posting on here, I got an inspiration from a historical house I went to today that was used in the American revolution! I had an eye for history even before I got into hetalia, but hetalia just made me even more interested.. which is a great thing. This story will take place before the revolution era when the quartering act was formed. So shout out to my American history fans! I love you all, even the ones who are just here for the hetalia part, I love you guys too. /kisses
England - Arthur Kirkland - former British soldier
America- Alfred f. jones - former colonist
Prologue
There were some things that are as simple as black and white; the moon, trees, grass. They were always there and were unappreciated.
They were the things that you always had but took for granted. People see them everyday but never really appreciate them. They were your own people, just twisted in the mind. Weren't they?
Or at least that's what I thought. Not all of them are the same; the same people who threw away everything you gave to them. But some are different. I was sent over seas from England due to my kings orders, and the time I was there was surprisingly something I could learn from. I met a boy just about my age, who goes by the name of Alfred Jones. He was definitely something different.