Why would they do this?

Her name was Ayunli. She was the representative of the Cherokee people. But as the tribes numbers decreased, she became the representative of all the native peoples.

Native. They were born here. They were connected to this land. But now, they were being forced off of it.

"Your people are blemishes. I can't let them contaminate my nation."

She shook her head in disbelief. "You're wrong, Alfred. There is no problem with them. They're very kind, they even agreed to change their lives to fit this 'perfect' delusion of yours!"

Alfred glared, his eyes typically masked with kindness were now sharp blue flames. "I've arranged for soldiers to take all of you out west, into a designated territory. You will stay there, I don't care if you want to or not. This is my country. You are simply living in it."

The room was tense with rage. Ayunli was about to say more, to counter his idiotic rambles. But he snapped his fingers, soldiers gripped her roughly, and she was dragged away.

That was the last time he saw Ayunli.
Her people were forced west of the Mississippi River. And when Alfred wanted that land, they were moved again. He could not have such uncivilised savages living in his utopia-in-progress.

This event became known as the Trail of Tears.

A few nights, when America felt humane, he would look into the sky and make a silent apology to his old friend.

Contrary to popular belief, the only map he owned was not one of just the USA. Alfred had a huge pull down map of the world in his basement. He often stayed awake at night looking at it. Compared to the earth, he was a very small place. He wanted it all.

His finger rested upon his own country. It disgusted him, nowhere near perfect. After so many years. Still not supreme. He was considered a world superpower, yes, but that simply wasn't enough to feed his obsession.

He traced across the Atlantic Ocean, which it then rested on the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. More specifically within that title, it rested on England. He loved the man, that was very true. At one point in time, he was very close to being perfect. But he lost it all. And that was quite sickening.

Upon hearing footsteps on the stairs, the map snapped up into place. Alfred quickly slipped on his black leather gloves as he turned to face the entrance. His face was graced in his best heroic smile.

It was at that moment Arthur stepped into the room. "What are you doing down here tonight, hm? I expected you to be in bed at this time."

He looked around, absorbing the details of this basement. The walls were made up of wood panels, as was the ceiling. Small throw rugs were throws across the concrete floor. He also noted one wall was entirely covered in newspaper clippings and Wikipedia articles. The top of that wall had flags hung up; beginning from his colony days, thirteen starred flag of independence, even several from his civil war. The last flag was the largest, it was his current fifty starred flag. Arthur slipped into a smile at the other mans patriotism.

"I thought your plane was landing tomorrow, dude..." He let out a laugh in hopes it would mask the nerves in his voice. "I was just finishing up some stuff. "

"I thought I could surprise you. Are you okay, luv? You're acting a bit different."

He silently cursed himself. If Alfred had known Arthur was getting here earlier, he would've had time to revert into his airhead persona.

"Im fine, fine... Like you said. I should be in bed. I'm tired." He rubbed the back of his head and did what he thought was a convincing yawn.

"That's alright, you need to sleep. Come on now. And for the love of god, take off those gloves! It's nearly eighty degrees in here!"

Arthur begged for a good ten minutes, yet Alfred refused to remove the gloves.

He needed them when he was near the Brit.

He loved the man; he really did.

But he was imperfect.

He could not let that wear off on him.

He could not touch Arthur if he wanted to become perfect.

No matter how much he longed to.

CHAPTA ONE!

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