~18th Century America~

Baby blue eyes scanned the front page of the newspaper as it lay on the table. The main headline;

Heroes of War

Soldiers return from battle

Alfred grinned like a child, of which of course he was. Heroes. That's what he wanted to be when he was older. Heroes saved people and everyone loved them. He wanted to save people! Alfred's pale small chubby hands lay on the rim of the metal table, staring up at his guardian, Arthur, whose own green eyes looked right back at the child, and he smiled gently, to which, Alfred grinned and pointed to the newspaper.

"They're heroes, right?" He asked, grinning and putting his hands onto Arthur's knee, waiting expectantly for an answer.

Arthur nodded once, resting his elbow on the table, leaning his head on his hand as he looked at the child, a rather amused glint in his eyes, which complimented the child's own curious sparkle. "Mhmm, they served their country with honour, of course people call them heroes."

"Then. . . I want to be a soldier! I want to be a hero!" Alfred's expression lit up as he thought about it. Arthur blinked, watching the child then shook his head.

"No, no lad. I'd rather. . .you weren't in any war."

"B-But Dad. . .! I want to be a hero!"

"No buts. I don't want you to get hurt."

Alfred pouted slightly, glaring up at his guardian. He wanted to be a hero so badly, it was his dream, and now stupid England was telling him he couldn't be one. The Brit reached down and ruffled the child's hair, smiling as he did it.

"Now, now, don't pout Alfred. You'll be a hero to me, no matter what you do." Arthur smiled warmly toward him, wiping away the pouting expression. It turned to a happy and content smile as he looked at the man with the big eyebrows and hugged his leg. He was thankful to have such a man as his guardian, his parent.

~21st Century~

England used to be one of the largest colonies of the world. American territories, Canadian territories, Belize, Jamaica, the Bahamas, Egypt, Nigeria, and well, you get the idea. It was big. But Arthur's empire rivalled with that of the Netherlands. Both empires were great and powerful, flourishing through the centuries. That was, until both crumbled away, until England was left with a few countries, here and there and the crown.

But no matter how much Arthur tried to suppress it, he wanted his Golden Era back; he wanted to literally rule the world. But he couldn't do that, not without help. So he called on his old Buddy Netherlands at a party, soon the two of them were planning world dominance, getting countries to sign here and there, building up a force to take over. Promises were made left, right and center. Promises of new land, better systems, equal rights. And soon, they had countries under their control. Many of them.

But, Arthur and Maarten needed a man. A man to do their front line work for them. Someone to be out on the field in their place and get what was needed. And England knew just the man.

FOOTNOTE:

This story is just based on a song I heard~ Hero of War by Rise Against, and a RP I've been doing with a friend for a while, so if the characters seem to be slightly crack, then that's why. For example, NethIre is in this story, and that's because in the RP they're together. Also, some of the characters can seem OOC, but that's for a reason.

Eh..what else..Oh yes, this story might take a while to update, but that's because I'm really busy in my life, so I can't get around to writing this as much, and I've preprepared chapters already.