Number 2: Toy soldiers
The gun was unbelievably heavy in his hands, his shoulders felt as if they carried a thousand burdens. But maybe they did. It wasn't easy to be a country at war. Let alone with the one he saw as a Father. England… Arthur.
How would anything ever be the same?
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little toy soldier clothed in red, like the ones in front of Buckingham palace. He clutched the soldier carefully, almost lovingly stroking the fading painted features. At least he would have the past to remember.
Even if everything went to hell.
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(I think that the Revolution was really hard on America, he was breaking away from everything he knew. He was still pretty young when this happened but he still faced all of this heartache for his people, who wanted to be free. It's possibly the most heroic thing Alfred has ever done.)