There was once a time when I wasn`t fearful – broken to be more correct. So nostalgic I am these days; past from present blend in an intoxicating mixture. The past plays twisted tricks in my head. The monster shows his face – that sweet, sweet face. So foolish of myself to let my own mind destroy me when sorrow should.
I don`t want him to leave – cannot let him leave. Francis could never let me forget and the loss would gnaw at me until there is nothing more than an empty shell. That's simply it. I'm not going to let myself be tossed aside from something that I raised. No, I`ll fight before I let someone so inferior make a mockery of me and my country. I'll kill every soldier of their rag-tag Continental Army if it means he'll stay mine and the colonies stay under my rule.
"Mine forever is what you'll be, Alfred. "
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A/N: Ah, I got this idea when I was helping my friend write her report for history class. I hope it gets better because I'm none too proud of how it has turned out. But hey, it`s 10:30 at night and I'm tired, so I may end up editing this once I have more writing momentum. And in case this is a bit confusing here's the information on the set up.
Characters: Alfred Jones ( America )
Arthur Kirkland ( England / Great Britain )
( I don't like to consider them countries but more rulers of the countries or possibly government officials in some cases.)
Time Period: American Revolution
