Came up with this randomly and it gave me feels so I decided to post it. Flames will be used to fuel the ovens in my brain where I bake cookies... kthxbi
Independence- USUK
After his wonderful years of childhood had passed, Alfred when he had to become independent.
Sure, England used to leave for ages, AGES at a time when he was younger.
But England always came back, sooner or later.
And nothing changed.
Then one day, Arthur left, to go be important and argue with Francis in Europe.
He didn't return for a long, long time...
And the taxes got higher and higher without any reason...
No one could even go to court for a trial if they were still in the colonies...
So one day, Alfred realized he could take care of himself.
Hadn't he been doing it all this time?
So he stopped paying his taxes.
He gave up Arthur's tea, preferring to make his own or bring it in from whatever country had it.
And his people did the same.
When Arthur came back, there was no little boy in his house.
Instead, sitting there was a man with straw-colored hair and piercing cerulean eyes.
And then,
Things
went
to pieces.
Standing there in a battlefield, musket lying useless in a puddle, was Alfred.
And Arthur was crying.
Then, England left.
But this time,
He never came back.
Well? How did you like my story? I hope it was good~ I literally came up with this in the time I spent washing my hands ten minutes ago, so I apologize if it's not that great. Please review~!