"Are you sure you're all right?"
It was The Battle of Yorktown, Very early in the morning on October 17, in which we find ourselves listening to a conversation general George Washington and an unknown American soldier were having. Both were dirty, having spent nearly a month fighting the British army with the French. (Indeed, if you look closely enough you may find a grimy French solder with blond hair and blue eyes, secretly standing behind a tree and listening to the conversation.) The only differentiating factor between the two of them was that the younger one had bloody bandages covering the majority of his chest and arms, along with one on his head, making his already unkempt golden wheat hair slightly messier.
The young man smiled slightly and shook his head, somehow staying upright with his concussion. "Nah, George, I'm alright." His sky blue eyes sparkled with pride and hope, but also with an amount of age and knowledge that didn't seem to fit his body. " 'sides, you can't really expect me of all people to sit on the sidelines while our solders are out their fighting for my freedom." Washington sighed and shook his head, but the slight twitch of his lips betrayed his feelings.
"You mean your solders, Al." He changed the subject, knowing it was useless to argue with the boy when he was like this, especially when he was right. "Al" laughed and clapped a hand on Washington's shoulder.
"No, they're our solders, George. They might be my people, but they will always be our solders." It was at that moment that a messenger ran up to the two of them, calling out Washington's name. The two immediately stopped talking, and the unknown French solder slipped off to his tent. He found out all that he needed to for now.
As for General Washington and "Al", they received some Exiting, and worrying news. As it turned out, one of the brutish officers had turned up on their lines waving a white flag. He was taken to one of the planning tents, where negotiations for the British surrender would commence.
Naturally, both were very excited, and "Al" almost immediately started to rush off to witness the Fortunate event, but Washington was quick to stop this advance in the other direction.
"Alfred, wait." He called, and Alfred almost immediately halted. He turned to the General.
"But Whyyy?" He whined, not wanting to miss such an important piece of his history. Washington sighed, and wondered how a person such as Alfred could be so childish. Later, he reflected that in the eyes of his kind, he was young enough to be a child.
"Alfred, I want you to get Mr. Bonnefoy. To keep the alliance from falling apart." He added the last part quickly after he saw Alfred's expression. Finally, the boy relented, and started heading off to the French tents.
"Fiine." He sighed, annoyed at having to miss the beginning of the negotiations. "See you soon!" He called to the retreating General.
As the pretend solder retreated, George Washington had one thought.
Personified nations like Alfred F. Jones and Francis Bonnefoy were so strange.
Should be a line...
One thing to say:
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!
