A/N this is my first time writing with complex punctuation. Heh. Aaaand my first time writing an American Revolution fic. It's a bit weird... As I'm British, and I spend 4/7 in my bedroom with a box of tissues. In England, you don't learn about the American war of Independence until... Well, 12 - 13 years old.
Anyhoo! Enjoy this fic! For I- NNNYYYLOCKE! Master of writing humour! Have attempted to write some angst.
Rain poured down heavily, drenching the two men standing opposite each other. Both clothed in military uniforms, one in blue, the other in red. The blue soldier was supported by others; the red soldier stood alone.
"It's over Britain. All I ever wanted, was something worth fighting for. That's American independence, my freedom!" Shouted the taller.
"Why can't you follow anything through to the end, Alfred?! We could have ruled the world! The Great British-American Empire!" 'Britain' exclaimed.
"What don't you understand Arthur?! The Americans are sick of being treated like garbage by the British! I don't want anything to do with your stupid empire!" Alfred retorted. "From now on, you can consider me. INDEPENDENT!"
That one sentence wad enough for Arthur, he piinted his rifle at the American.
"No! I- I won't allow it! I'd rather have you dead than in... Independent!" He spat the last word out like poison. The Englishman's finger settled on the trigger, but he just couldn't bring himself to pull it... To shoot the man he called a brother. "I can't... I can't do it. Damn this... How could I be so weak..?"
Arthur collapsed in a slump on the muddy ground, his emerald eyes welling up with bitter tears. Alfred moved forward, towering over his former brother.
"Britain..., you used to be so great..." He murmured to himself, before turning back to his troops. "Looks like America has won independence. Something worth fighting for..."
The next day, the British military left America. Returning to their Island Nation defeated. American was independent, it's own country and no one would forget that. July the Fourth was made a national holiday; many nations gained respect for America, and other colonies left Britain's Empire.
The light of the Empire - on which the sun never sets: was extinguished.