Memoirs Of A Nation
Revolutionary War
-Arthur "England" Kirkland-
Arthur had lots of countries.
But there was one specific one that he wished—desired to have never met.
"Arthur, you're back," a voice exclaimed in glee, "I missed you so much!"
The young boy ran towards Arthur and gave him a hug.
The English man chuckled, and picked up the little boy, "I've missed you too, Alfred." He gave Alfred the a small kiss on his forehead.
Alfred blushed and frowned, "You know Arthur, I'm almost grown up; I don't think I need that silly kiss from you!"
Arthur got down on one knee and ruffled the boy's hair, "No matter what you say won't change my perspective on you, Al."
Arthur heard the guards shout as he heard the continuous banging from his office door.
"Let me through," he heard a well-known voice yell, "ARTHUR!"
The English man slightly jumped as the rebellious teen busted through his door; the teenager shoved the paper on Arthur's desk.
"What the hell is this?"
Arthur eyed the document with his green orbs, then looked up, "It's a paper, what else could it be Alfred—?"
"Of course I know that," the now grown up Alfred slammed his fists on the wooden desk, "Are you trying to make me hate you, Arthur?"
The older man's eyes widened he stood up from his chair in anger, "WHAT—"
"First you tax our paper, and now you kill my people?" the American's typical, cheerful, blue eyes were filled with rage, "England, I don't want to do this, but...I want to break away from you! I want to be my own nation—and some of the Towns people seems to want that too! I'm not a kid anymore, Arthur, I'm not your younger brother either...!"
Arthur's fists shook with anger, rage, and frustration, "What? What did you say, you bloody rebel?"
Alfred took a deep breath and closed his eyes and opened them again, showing the bravery and pride he had, "I want to become independent."
Arthur blinked, then he started to laugh frantically, "Fine go; you wouldn't last a day without my help, you twit!" Arthur shooed him and continued to laugh in a twisted manner.
As Alfred left the room, Arthur gradually started bawl.
Arthur stared at the number of men behind Alfred, and he stared at his.
"Dead...All of them," his legs became weak, and he dropped down to the muddy ground; the sky was gray and depressing as the defeated nation smiled.
Alfred heard a chuckle—a dark and gloomy chuckle. He felt a raindrop fall on his cheek, then two. Slowly, the sky cried.
Alfred looked down at Arthur, who was still chuckling.
Arthur didn't know why he was chuckling.
Did he go mad? Has he gone mad because a country beat him?
No.
He didn't want to admit it—he knew deep down within himself why he was laughing in such an insane way.
To keep his tears in—his dear Alfred was becoming independent, he was going to leave him...All alone, by himself...
"Kill me, Alfred...Kill me already you bloody American!" he closed his green eyes shut when he heard the Patriot starting to talk.
"What happened...You used to be so big, Arthur..." Alfred said; he dropped his gun.
That broke him.
His laughter gone, but his tears flowed out.
"...ude..."
Arthur's eyes slowly opened.
"British dude, wake up! You've missed the meeting!" the cheerful American shouted. Arthur blushed at the closeness of Alfred's face. "Dude, you alright?"
"Ack! Y-You stupid American; leave me be!" Arthur shouted as he stormed out of the meeting room.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: First chapter of Memoirs Of A Nation. How'd you like it? And, yes, I'm pretty sure this has a lot of grammatical errors...