When she came into existence, Alfred knew not, but he knew that he loved her fairly early on.

She grew by his side until one day after America was independent, that she started a war over disgust over their president.

Alfred never knew a heartbreak quite like the one of fighting the girl that you'd fallen for.

Amelia insisted though that she was right and that they had come to this and their was no turning back.

He doubted that their could ever be joy in fighting this out or of seeing Amelia so weak and crumbling due to what he'd done once the battle was over.

The American male spent every day by her side after that, making sure that she'd recover and recover well.

She deserved that much at least, she'd fought hard, harder than Alfred would ever have expected the younger half of a nation to do.

He doubted that he'd ever let her get involved in another conflict; he'd loved her too much to bear the pain that she was going through.

Alfred wanted her safety and her peace though he knew that she'd fight anyway as it was in her nature.

Now though, she'd recover as the war was over.

Hopefully, Alfred would never have to fight her again; he never wanted to lay another hand on her or to hurt her again especially so badly.

Every lost soldier, every lost citizen, had hurt Alfred from both sides of the supposedly 'civil' war as he'd never realized just how many people he represented, and he figured she despite being the South probably felt all of the loss too.

He'd hated hurting himself and her, the only person he'd ever fallen for.

Alfred realized then that an internal war between them was much worse than any other option, the pain was far too intense, and he had hurt the woman that he'd loved, the mother of his states though neither knew it yet.

He held her against himself as the moon touched the sky and the light enveloped them and left them to their own devices with the glow that reminded others of some cool warmth.

Alfred never ever wanted to lose her or to harm her again, and he'd do everything in his power to protect her though he knew that she'd do the same for him; it was equal and perfect in that way despite the obstacles.

He loved her and she, him.