Prologue
Hands fluttered across the page, writing down what she wanted. Her two toned eyes glinted in the light. She was sure this was what she should do. The two characters she created should be enough, be enough to keep them smiled softly as she pressed enter.
"And there, welcome to the family."
Alfred, aka America ran through the street at the dead of night, holding his four year old sister to his chest and trying to evade any British soldiers near by who may wonder why he's running at the dead of night.
"Alfie slow down, your scaring me." A soft voice called and he looked down for a second to catch his sisters eyes.
"I can't. It's not safe here anymore, that meanie England won't stop taxing my people, now I'm afraid with the new act with soldiers, I'm afraid they will find you." He spoke. The quartering act had been the last straw. If a British soldier came into his home, he may inform Arthur of the younger American nation who stood for the southern colonies.
"Where are we going?" The girl asked yawning softly. America cast ome glance at the girl before sighing.
"Somewhere safe, at least you are. I have to stay here and help my people fight. Then I'll be with you again okay?" He whispered cupping her cheek.
"Okay," The girl whispered drifting off to sleep.
"Alfred, what is it you asked me to stay in port for?" A French accent awoke the girl, known as May.
"I need you to take my sister away from here." Alfred spoke softly, trying not to awaken the little girl.
"Ah, away from Arthur no doubt. I will do that for you then." The Frenchman said taking May from her brothers arms. The four year old sprung into action squirming and reaching for her brother.
"Alfie!"
"May stay with Francis, he will protect you."
"No Alfie!" The two siblings looked at each other. Alfred hid the tears building up, he knew he had to be strong for the small girl.
"I love you may, I'm sorry!" He yelled but she wasn't listening. Her eyes were glassy and had a faraway look to them. She looked lost and hurt, and he understood why.
"I'm sorry!" He called out again, knowing it may be the last time in a very long time that he would see his sister. To be honest Alfred had no clue when he would see her next.
Over the next few months life got worse. Alfred knew if it kept going, he would have to declare independence from Britain. He also knew that Arthur was not going to let happen without a fight. The only thing Alfred was happy about was the fact that May was with Francis.
"I'm so glad you aren't here. I miss you but at least your safe. At least you don't have to see this. I'll fight for you, I promise." He whispered, his eyes locking on the painting of his sister. He wasn't just fighting for himself like England though. He shared his country with his little sister. If he was free then so was she. He would make sure she got to grow up, only depending on her other half, her older brother.