It was April 12, 1861 at one of America's first World conferences. The idea was still new so the meetings were rather awkward at this point. All the Personifications, however, noticed Alfred's increasingly pained appearance, but didn't comment. Most of them went through civil wars, so they thought that he would either solve it or be torn apart.
That day, though, proved that it was a lot more than the people disagreeing with the government when Arthur saw that Alfred was clutching his bleeding diaphragm. Arthur looked at his little-brother-by-bond with worry and halted the meeting.
"Alfred, what happened?" Arthur pulled Alfred's arm away from the bloody area and forced his shirt up when Arthur's concern was cast away. "Alfred, what are your people doing?!" The American's torso was cut open.
"It... was never... People verses Government." Alfred said, pain making his speech halt. "It's People verses People." He turned a hurt-filled eye to his ex-older-brother.
"They're tearing you in half..." Francis said in horror. It was rare for the people to be so conflicted that they go to war over it.
Arthur Picked Alfred up and laid him on a near-by sofa to treat the wound.
Days later, Alfred was up and walking. He had gotten a fever from infection that tried to set in.
"Why did you help me? Your people hate us." Alfred asked Arthur.
"No matter how much you hate me, I'll always care about you." Arthur said. He walked away as Alfred stared after.
It might take a while, but this was the first step towards Fixing Brotherly Bonds. It takes a lot to fix them. Arthur was willing though. That's all that mattered in the end, wasn't it?