Okay, there are a few characters you may not be familiar with. Wllow is Alfred's sister. To make it short, she's Confederate America.
Allie is basically Fem!America. And, if you haven't figured it out by now, Lyle is Scotland.


I had left the houseand climbed into my car. I decided I was going to go to the bar. And I definatly needed someone to go with me. So, the most responsible person that came into my mind was my sister, Willow. While driving (Quite wrecklessly, I might add), I picked up my cellphone, quickly going through the contacts until the name "Willie" came up. I pressed the "call" button and held the phone to my ear. After a few rings, I was unsure if she'd answer or not.

"Come one, Willie... Answer..."

Only a couple more rings, and I gave up. I called Allie, my other sister. I heard a click, and we were connected.

"Yeah, what's up, bro?" Her soft but energetic voice sounded calm in my ears. She had no idea what was really going on...

When I spoke back, I caught some panicky and angry tones in my voice.
"Allie, where's Willie? Why isn't she answering her phone?"

She seemed to ignore the tone of my voice. "Because, her phone is probably off. It's never on, silly. She barely knows how to work a home phone, let alone a cell phone."
"Oh... Anyways, I need some way to get a hold of her. I need major drink."

"Why are you calling Willow if you need a drinking buddy?" She asked. I shook my head to myself. She doesn't understand why she can't be drinking.

"Because you're pregnant and I need someone to go with me to make sure I don't do anything stupid... Willie seems like the best in that category."

"Well, how 'bout I come, and you tell big sister all about whatever you need a drink for while I drink some coke?"

I sighed. She still doesn't understand. "Allie. I need Willie to go with." And then came her repy...

"...Fine then. Just diss me. See if I care. Willie's probably at her house." Then, I heard the click, but didn't react to it very quickly. I'm getting slowed down...

"Alli-" I growled, Bottom of Form 1

turning the car sharply and started the detour to Willow's house.

A few minutes later, after somehow avoiding the cops for speeding and a little road rage, I pulled into Willow's drive and put the car in park. I saw her doing laundry out in the yard. I climbed out of the car, slamming the door angrily. I saw Willow jump at the sound. She turned around. Upon seeing me, she said with a little surprise in her voice, "Yank? What're you doing here?"

"Willow, I need a drink." My eyes looked angry and dark, darker than the blue they used to be. They didn't shine happily anymore, instead, they had a dull, lifeless "shine" to them. Usually, Willow would have insulted me by now. But by my actions, I guess she decided not to. Which was probably a smart move.

"What on Earth happened to you?" She cried, stopping with the clothes.

My reply. "Arthur and I... Got in a little argument."

She started up with the laundry again. "About what?"

A smart sight excaped my lips. "Do I really have to sit here and explain everything just to get a damn drink? His brother beat the living shit out of him!"

"If you want me to come with you, it might help to hold back in snark comments.
Come on. Albert has the girls. Drive me to the bar."

I looked at her, angry... Not myself. "Fine. Let's go." I started walking towards the car, flinging open the door and climbing into the driver's seat. Willow got in the passanger seat and shut the door. Much more gently than I had. I started the car, driving off silently, hands clenching the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.

"Arthur told me don't worry about it... How can I /not/ worry about it when he comes in the house bleeding and has burns up and down his arms?"

"I don't believe I've ever met his brothers. Who was it that hurt him? Do you know why?"

I sighed again. "Lyle. Scotland." I said the name with such descust. I hate Arthur's brother. I don't even know how they're related. They're so different.

"I''ve heard some stories about him," she said, simply. "What was it that you and Arthur fought about?"

"I already said that," I snapped at her. "Arthur told me to not worry about it... How can I /not/ worry about it when he comes in the house bleeding and is burned all over the place?" I shook my head. My grip on the steering wheel couldn've been tighter. It looked as if my knuckles were to burst, my grip was so strong. I was surprised my hands hadn't started cramping.

"For once, I believe you are the more reasonable one, Yank."

"I was going to go after Lyle," I said, "but I decided this was better..."

"What's better?" Willow questioned. "Drinking away your problems until you can't walk anymore?"

I pulled over to the side of the road, stopping the car and sighed. "And this is why I would rather have you here than Allie. Fine.. I'll go back home." I turned the car around, driving back to Willow's house. Of course, faster than need be.

"Good. But," Willow said, "If I were you, I'd go after Lyle."

After a few minutes, I pulled back into her drive. Willow waited until the care came to a complete stop, then she hopped out. "What are you going to do?"

"...I'm going to go to do what I should have done before."