Alfred(America) pov:
Rain pelted down from the skies above as I watched you cry. Your face had a mixture of dirt, sweat and tears. I was supposed to be happy. Happy that I finally had my freedom. Happy that you would no longer look at me like a brother. And I was. But a part of me was sad. Sad because I only meant to you like a brother. Nothing else. And once that's gone, I would be treated like an enemy.
000
After years of not talking to another, I missed you so. Doing anything wasn't fun anymore. Talking wasn't fun as no one would warn me not to do something. I didn't know if you had move on from crying and went to be with my brother.
My brother stayed with you and although he was no longer your colony, he was still part of the commonwealth. It made me...
...jealous.
0000
But you talked to me. I was happy to know that you were on my side on the world war II. I saw your determined face shooting at people and plotting. I knew you hated to kill but you were there killing just to keep your people safe.
I saw you crying, tearing your bed sheets as the fire attacked London. I wanted to help. But I didn't know how. I stayed by your side that night. I heard your heavy but extremely slow breathes. That was good enough for me. Up till now, you still don't know I did that. And I don't want you to know.
00000
Today is the day I confess my love to you. I'm nervous as I grip the bouquet of flowers in my right hand, opening the door cautiously.
There you lay, sleeping on the desk table. Your face calm and child-like.
I will now open the doors to a whole new future...