A/N: hey people!

I'm sorry for the long wait. Really sorry. I just didn't know what to put in this chapter.

And I did have some things saved up for this story so I decided to put them here.

Enjoy!

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Alfred pouted slightly as the dish England put in front of him. To his right Matthew poked the burnt food.

Alfred pushed the dish away slightly.

"Alfred, don't be a child." England said. "Eat up."

He stubbornly shook his head.

"Alfred eat or no dessert."

At that he picked up his fork and poked the…food on his plate. When it quivered slightly his eyes widened and he immediately dropped his fork. Matthews, who had just put a forkful in his mouth, eyes widened and he immediately spitted out the food.

England placed his hands on his hips. "Now really! My food isn't that bad."

"Is." Alfred said quietly.

He looked up at their caretaker. "Can't you make something good like last time?"

England frowned for a moment. "Last time? What did I make last time?"

Alfred shrugged and looked at Matthew for help.

"It was some kind of a chicken." Matthew said helpfully.

"I never made you boys chicken." England said.

Alfred nodded stubbornly. "Yeah you did. Three days ago."

"Boys I was at work all week I didn't have time to make you something." England said.

"That's not true." Matthew said clutching his bear. "You were here three days ago. You took us to the park."

"And you made that chicken with dessert." Alfred added. "A pastry with cream in it."

England clutched his hands together to keep the children from seeing that they were shaking.

"Tell me something lads." England asked not looking at them. "The last time that we were together and I served you that. Did we do anything else?"

Matthew nodded. "We went to the park. And then we looked at the clouds."

"And that other thing." Alfred whispered to Matthew who whispered back "We're not supposed to tell."

England's eyes narrowed. "It's alright this time. You can talk about it."

Alfred smiled. "You showed us magic. Just sparks really and you made flowers appear."

"You also made a bow for Kuma." Matthew added. "He really liked it."

"Anything else?" England practically demanded.

Alfred and Matthew shook their heads.

Alfred screamed. Fire tore through his entire body. He convulsed and his entire body was shaking. He gripped the bed sheets tighter and curled into a ball. Dimly he realized he was on the edge of the bed.

He started to fall. He closed his eyes ready to fall onto the floor.

A pair of arms quickly caught him and pulled him back onto the bed. Alfred opened his eyes.

A familiar pair of warm green eyes stared back at him.

"England." Alfred mumbled. He grabbed England's shirt tightly and buried his head in the material. "England it hurts."

'England' held him tightly. "I know lad. I know."

"Make it stop."

"I can't." he said mournfully. "This has to happen love. After this you will be complete."

Alfred shook again. He was on fire on the outside but on the inside he was cold, ice cold. His heart felt like something was grasping it tightly and squeezed it.

Without even realizing he tightened his grip on England's arms.

'England' watched as Alfred panted, whimpered, and moaned with a small smile. The child was growing.

'England' glanced at his arms here Alfred tightened his grip until breaking point. First the skin broke. The soft skin that easily ripped. The blood poured down onto the white sheets staining them.

Then the bone creaked warningly before they cracked and gave way.

And he made no move to stop him.

Almost as if coming through his body, pressing against his back until the skin tore, and two black wings ripped through along with Alfred's scream filling the room.

Alfred's panting slowed until they came to an almost stop. He shuddered and collapsed on top of 'England' not noticing the broken bones or the stench of blood that had filled the room.

'England' waited until his body healed completely before he brought his arms around Alfred.

"You're starting to grow lad." he said softly.

Alfred murmured something before nuzzling closer to England and slowly falling asleep.

'England' rocked him slightly. He spared a glance at the spoiled sheets. He would have to throw those out.

'Welcome' 'England' thought with a smile. 'This is your final step before you completely descend to hell.'

'Arthur' slowly stroked Alfred's sleeping face, his head in his lap.

'Arthur' sighed. Where had the time gone? When did his little boy grow up?

His boy. Not England's. England was barely there for this young ones childhood. Unlike him. He had been there for his childhood as much as he was able to. Arthur had put too much on him as a child and forcing him to grow up. However as he grew he also fell in love with the new found freedom which had worked marvelously in his favor.

Both of theirs.

He leaned in close to Alfred.

"No matter what anyone says." he whispered. "You are and will always be my son."

"Alfred? Love what's wrong?" 'Arthur' demanded.

Alfred threw him a dirty look. "Don't pretend that you don't know." he hissed.

'Arthur' held his hands up in a sign of innocence. "I swear love I don't know. What's wrong?"

"Your what's wrong!" Alfred all but screamed. He grabbed the other man by the shirt collar. "What the hell are you thinking taxing us like that? You don't even listen to us or even really care about us! All I am to you is a colony where you can grow rich from!"

"Alfred you know that is not true." 'Arthur' said quietly.

"Yes it is!" he screamed. Black mist started to surround him and his eyes darkened ever so slightly.

'Arthur' immediately crossed to him and embraced him. "Alfred love. You need to calm down. I know a way that you can get away from this."

"How?"

"You were left alone for quite some time right?" he asked.

Alfred nodded slowly.

"And how did the people survive?"

Alfred thought for a moment. "Fine. We were just fine. We farmed and traded and everything."

'Arthur' nodded. "Exactly. Seems to me that a certain colony is growing up."

"Didn't I grow?"

"Yes you did. Taller than me actually." 'Arthur' added looking up at him.

"What are you getting at?"

'Arthur' sighed. "Alfred tell me. When a child reaches that age where they are old enough to leave and live on his own, what do they do? Stay with their parents?"

Alfred shook his head. "They leave. Start their own family. Build a house. But we're not like other people."

'Arthur' nodded. "You're right, we're not. That's why others might disagree with what I say next however it is the truth."

He leaned in close and whispered into Alfred's ear. "Start a revolution. Gain your independence."

Alfred's eyes widened. "But last time I even mentioned that you punished me."

"How did I punish you?"

Alfred bit his lip. 'Arthur' felt his eyes narrow.

"The belt love?"

Alfred slowly nodded eyes downward.

'Arthur' lifted his face by his chin slightly and looked him in the eye. "You know that I would never hurt you Alfred."

"But you did."

He shook his head. "I never want to hurt you love. Never. But you need to show me that you are maturing and growing."

"By gaining my independence?" Alfred asked his eyes already glowing.

'Arthur' felt his lips go upward in a smile.

"Exactly."

Marias eyes glistened in the moonlight.

"You first Alfred." she whispered. "You first. Break away from the Europeans."

Alfred nodded. "Weaken him as well. His pride will sting from losing to a simply 'colony'."

Maria nodded. "I'll follow then. Break away from Spain."

"What about me?" Matthew asked.

"You need to stay here brother." Maria said. "We need someone here to keep an eye on them."

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