Alfred slammed a fist into the wall, unsure of whether he should lash out or cry. It was too much. Every one has a breaking point and Alfred has finally found his. He was sick of it. Sick of England treating him like a doormat. He was sick of being ignored. He was sick of...he was just plain sick at this point. He had felt excited when he helped the founding fathers draft the Declaration of Independence. He was practically bouncing off the walls during the Constitutional Convention...but now that the excitement has worn off in the face of war. Especially now that he was to face his brother for what might be the last time in battle.

Alfred sank to his knees. This wasn't what he wanted...it was just what he had to do. All he wanted, all he really wanted, was his brother back. When he was small, Arthur used to treat like family. He'd cook, badly, for him, take care of him, clothe him, play with him, spend time with him. But as time wore on, Arthur's attention and energies were sent to other colonies. It wasn't until Alfred started developing enough to be a decent trade 'partner' that Arthur started to come back over to visit him.

But something had changed between them. When Arthur used to come back after long periods of being away, he'd always spend a few days with Alfred to play or talk with him. He'd even come back with a treat, usually something that was considered common place in Europe but luxurious in Alfred's more poverty stricken colonies. When Arthur had come back around the time Alfred had started to resemble more of a teen or preteen, he greeted him before handing him a piece of paper that was filled with new laws and taxes. Alfred tried to argue with him, saying that he had no say in these laws and that his people, who already had trouble affording some of those goods, would have told do without.

"I just got that bloody frog and that Spaniard out of the colonies. You think I'm made out of money. You need to pull some of your own weight now," growled Arthur. Alfred frowned. "Well can you at least not force my people to have to play host to your soldiers? You can't expect them to be able to afford to pay for the extra mouths your forcing on them while taxing them do you?" he said. Arthur glared at him. "They are my people Alfred, not yours. You just represent the trade relationship, nothing more. The people are none of your concern," he snapped.

That's when Alfred first realized that they weren't brothers...not any more. His 'brother' didn't even see him as a proper personification. Alfred wondered whether Arthur saw him as person any more. He didn't know what brought on this change. Maybe it was something he said or did, but he couldn't think of anything. Up until that point, he'd been blindly following the orders Arthur brought him. Arthur's words haunted him after that. That, combined with the surge of outrage the colonists felt about the taxes, was enough to make Alfred snap and do something reckless...The Boston Tea Party.

Things had escalated out of control from there. The colonists started taking sides and Alfred could feel himself slowly become stronger, even stronger than before. He even had a small growth spurt, gaining an inch or two in height making him slightly taller than his former brother. It scared him though, that strength. The last time he felt himself change like this was when the colonists had managed to displace a few tribes of Native Americans. The last time he had a growth spurt was when his mother had died.

Alfred didn't want to kill Arthur. He didn't want it to come to that. He just wanted to be treated like an equal. He just wanted his brother back. But if his brother refused to see reason, refused to listen...Alfred would do anything to have his independence. It was the only thing Alfred thought that would make himself finally be seen as something more than a trading deal. He just wished he didn't feel so hollow thinking about it, so hurt and betrayed. He felt led on. He felt Arthur had only pretended to act like a brother in order to profit from him in the end.

"Alfred, Are you ready?" asked George Washington, peaking into Alfred's room. Alfred looked up and gave his newfound father figure a shaky smile. "As ready as I'll ever be," he said, feeling a surge of strength wash through him as his troops started gathering on the field

Oh I am growing tired

Of allowing you to steal Everything I have, you're making me feel

Like I was born to service you But I am growing by the hour

You left us far behind So we all discard our souls And blaze through your skies So afraid to die

'cause I was born to destroy you And I am growing by the hour And I'm getting strong in every way, yeah, yeah

You led me on, you led me on, you ...

Oh, and I'm getting strong in every way Yeah, yeah

-"Hate This & I'll Love You" by MUSE

Let me know what you think about this kinda song fic thing I wrote. I'm thinking about writing one for either Germany or England next.