"H-he was crying, I-I've never seen him...not like that." Alfred said solemnly, he leaned against the wall head hung. The cheers from the ball room echoed through the nearly deserted hall. Alan stood in front of the man, they were both dressed sharply. Alan was nervous, unsure what to say. He had always been the hesitant, timid type.
"Don't feel bad, you did what you had to do. Now we're free, no longer controlled by England. We are The United States of America! You're a Hero!" Alan said, trying to cheer up his brother best he could. He put a hand on his shoulder, and smiled. The newly formed America, looked up from his guilt into the golden eyes of his adopted kin. He smiled back.
"Really, a Hero?" Alfred asked happily.
"Yep, you sure are!" Alan said gleefully. They both laughed together, America wrapped an arm around Alan's shoulders.
"Well then, that makes you my sidekick!" Alfred added, leading Alan back to the party. The dynamic duo, it seemed nothing could ever separate them.
"...Who could have predicted, we would become like this"
CHANGED
The storm picked up outside, Alfred quickly went inside the large southern-style mansion to escape the rain. At the door a woman greeted him as instructed, the only thing she had done her entire life. Forced to do what-ever her 'master', told her too. It disgusted Alfred, he refused for her to take his jacket and hat.
"No thank you ma'am, I won't be staying long." He said kindly, anger growing.
"Master is waiting in the den." She said, avoiding eye contact, she lead him to the place of meeting. Alan sat in an overstuffed armchair, another was sat parallel in front of him. Thus, clearly for America to sit. He had greatly changed since the time of the celebration of independence. His eyes were narrower, resembling that of a hawk. A red ribbon pulled his dark hair back, only a small stray hair was askew. It angled down over his left eyelid, simular to Alfred's callic that made a piece stick strait up. Alan's smile had also change, it was no longer that of kindness, but of cruelty and wickedness.
"Hello Alfred." Alan said, the dimples forming in his speckled cheeks. In his lap was a pistol he was cleaning. A pouch of gun-powder sat on the end table next to him. "Please, take a seat." He said, ushering to the empty chair. Alfred watched Alan with caution as he sat, gripping the handle to his handgun in his pocket. "So, what brings you to the plantation?"
"You know why I have come." Alfred hissed.
"I know, I know, the slaves again, right?" Alan chuckled, grasping the sack of powder and opening it.
Pissed, Alfred stood."This is wrong Alan, this can't go on for any longer!" He said demandingly.
"You are the one who put it in the constitution, why all of a sudden am I the wrong one?" Alan said calmly.
"I was a fool, an ignorant moron, times have changed!"
"Bullshit, you're the one changing them!" Alan exclaimed, getting upset.
"What happened to you, it's like I don't even know who you are anymore!"
"I grew up, Brother, do you miss your little push-around lackey?"
"Please, Alan, I don't want us to fight."
"Stop calling me that! I am not going to be labeled by the name you christened me. Today I am, the Confederate States of America, we are the Confederacy!" Alan stood, he meeting Alfred in height. The gun and powder gripped firmly in his hands.
"I won't allow you to break up this nation!" America yelled.
"Then, there will be war." Confederacy said back, an evil gleam in his eye. He turned to leave the room, America caught his shirt.
"Wait!" Alfred called.
"Get off!" Alan yelled, turning back around. The opened sack of gun-powder spilled into the air, some entering Alfred's eyes.
"Gahhh!" America exclaimed, releasing Alan to hold his eyes. He fell to his knees, the intense burning only getting worse.
Confederacy bent down close to America's ear. "Consider that, the first shot fired." He whispered, an evil grin upon his face.
