ZaphiraX: It's really hard to make Patrick say things. The Scottish accent is so hard to type. I really have no idea if I did a good job. And what makes matters even worse, Claire has a special accent as well. GIVE ME A BREAK! I don't mind struggling with Patrick, but Claire is going to speak normal English. I also found out Wales has his own language. I didn't know. How about it Dylan? Care to try?
Dylan: I don't think any of the readers can read Welsh, so I don't think it's a good idea.
Claire: I don't think you should give me a special accent, because it actually looks a lot like Patrick's.
Patrick: It doesn't matter. Just start yer next chapter, will ya?
Chapter 4: Making up and new troubles
Alfred stands in front of the Britain's house. He gulps once after knocking on the door. Claire opens the door. 'I've already been expecting you, Mr. Jones. Nii – sama is already in the garden. I will bring you a cup of coffee while you talk to him.' She says with a smile.
Alfred smiles back. 'Thanks Claire. I'll go see Arthur now.' The American says as he walks through the house. Alfred smiles while he looks around. "Nothing changed. It's just like when I grew up here." Alfred thought as he enters the garden.
The garden is beautiful. Everywhere roses and flowers in every color. There is a small lawn. On the lawn, there stands a table with two chairs, facing the garden. Alfred saw Arthur's back. Arthur still looked fragile, but color was slowly returning to his face. Arthur is looking at the garden while sipping tea. He put the teacup on the table next to him as he waited for Alfred.
'It's been so long since I was here, but nothing changed.' Alfred says while sitting down on the chair left from Arthur. Arthur didn't look at Alfred. He just smiles and looks forward. 'The house and the garden haven't changed a bit. Makes me remember a lot of fun moments.' Alfred says with a nostalgic smile.
'I asked if you could come because there is something I would like to talk to you about.' Alfred gives Arthur a puzzled look. 'I know this isn't going to be an easy conversation, but if we don't talk about this…' Arthur pauses a few seconds. 'I will always be hanging in the past.' Alfred looked at him in shock. Claire put down a cup of coffee and wants to smile at the scenery, but the expression on the American's face tells her to leave the two alone.
'Hanging in the past?' Alfred asked. Arthur didn't avert his gaze from the garden. Alfred kept staring at Arthur with sad eyes. 'What happened between us that would make you hold on to the past?' Alfred mentally smacked himself. He hated himself for the insensitive jerk he is. There is only one thing that could bother the Britain. Arthur sighs once, which made Alfred mentally smack himself again.
'I know you don't really want to talk about the revolutionary war. I understands it's still painful, but I still want to talk about it.' Alfred swallows at those words. 'I have always been wondering, did I do a bad job as a parent. I probably am. Ireland used to hate me. She would hit me and curse me. Wales and Scotland were always bullying me.'
Alfred turns his gaze from Arthur to the garden. 'You're not a bad parent, England. I really looked up to you. Everyone wants to be free when they reach a certain age.' Arthur has his cup between two hands and stares at the tea inside it. He feels tears slowly fill his eyes. Arthur closes his eyes.
'I blamed myself for a very long time. I thought you hated me. I thought you were so mad at me, you never wanted to see me again. I never thought you wanted to cut ties with me. I felt like my heart was pulled out of my chest. Only an empty gap to remain in my chest.' The first tear leaves Arthur's eyes. Alfred gives the Britain a sad look as Arthur puts down his teacup on the table.
'I thought I would be happy once I was independent, but when I saw you that rainy day… I never meant to hurt you like that. It made me feel guilty. I was always so happy when I lived here, but I wanted to be free. I wanted to make my own rules and govern my own country.' Alfred says while swallowing. He also feels tears slowly filling his eyes. Alfred grabs Arthur's left hand with his right one.
'It's not like I would lock you up in this house forever. I just felt so lonely. Scotland loved to make fun out of me and Ireland would kick me if I got to close.' Alfred suddenly remembers that Scotland once took Arthur's embroidery needles and hid them for a month. Arthur was on the verge of tears. Alfred found a box with the needles on the attic. Ireland would yell at Arthur and say that he's a thief. Stealing her traditions and things Ireland is known for.
'I'm sorry, England. I felt old enough to stand on my own two feet. I should have talked more about this with you back then, but my head was filled with stupid fantasies.' Alfred keeps staring at Arthur, who is looking to the ground. Arthur laughs shortly and looks at Alfred.
'Your head is always filled with stupid fantasies, you twat.' Both smiled sadly and Arthur wipes away his tears. 'You come with ideas that don't make any sense and say that everyone should support those horrible ideas.' Arthur says with a fond smile. Alfred laughs softly.
Inside the house:
Claire is in the kitchen, making some tea for herself. She looks at the two in the garden though the window in front of the kitchen counter and smiles. She puts down her cup of tea when she hears a knock on the door. She opens it, but tries to close it as soon as possible when she sees who's on the door.
'Ah, How rude to close the door in my face.' Francis says with fake hurt in his voice. An evil grin on his face. 'Would you like to be part of a much better nation?' Claire is scared and pushes the door harder, but Francis is much stronger and opens up the door. 'How about it, mon Cher?'
Patrick and Dylan are discussing some things and walk through a corridor. Patrick cuts of their discussion when he sees green and blue outside. 'Ain't that Claire. What's she doing with Francis?' Dylan looks out of the window and the two look at each other with wide eyes and start running down the corridor. 'Claire!'
At the garden:
Arthur and Alfred are talking some more when they hear screams from the house. The two look back, only to see a flustered Dylan and Patrick, panicking and talking through each other. Arthur sighs. 'Don't talk at the same time. Calm down and then talk what's going on here.' The two took a few breaths and calmed down. Dylan was the first to talk.
'Arthur, we were talking about work just now. But then we looked outside the window because Patrick saw blue and green. We were puzzled and didn't know what's going on but then we noticed that the blue is Francis and he kidnapped Claire. At least, we think so.' Dylan says in one breath, clearly not completely calm yet.
The two shot from their chairs. Alfred looked at them with shock. Arthur on the other hand, is so pissed off, his arms are trembling with power and rage. 'I've had enough. That bloody frog isn't going to get away. He's passed the line. I won't be satisfied until I hit his face so hard he'll never say he's "handsome". Arthur says as he walks inside, grabs his coat and leaves the house, followed by two very angry brothers.
ZaphiraX: I'm sorry, but I want some action in this story. I want some anger and a fight before I give it the "completed" stamp. I feel like this story is lacking something. Let's see what happens if I make England beat up France. 'fight, fight, fight, fight XD.'
