Hallo everyone~! I am back with chapter nine~! Already nine chapters and I did not start this that long ago. Wow…I feel accomplished! SafetyScissors- Yes, France just did answer it without even talking. I would be scared too! Yes, Spain did have land in North America as well, and in South America too. Thanks~! –Alright my beloved readers, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Back in Arthur's point of view instead of Francis's. Enjoy~!

Arthur's POV

Chapter 9:

I looked won at the now sleeping Alfred. I knew he wouldn't be asleep for long, considering the whole fact that his stomach would eventually wake him up and demand him to eat something. I put Alfred on his bed before I covered him up. I put his stuffed rabbit in his arms, along with his red blanket that he loved dearly. I looked down at Alfred for a minute, examining his face. It was peaceful at first, I noted but then his face started to contort in to pain. I bit my lip; he was starting to feel pain. I noted the fact that he always felt pain during his sleep which was better than feeling it while you were awake in my opinion because you never really did feel the pain if you were in a deep enough sleep.

I heard my telephone ring. I raised my eyebrows in curiosity. I left Alfred's room to go answer the phone that I left in my room. I entered my room and stared at the phone for just a few seconds before picking it up.

"Hello?" I asked, wondering who in the world could be calling me.

"Ah, Arthur. Glad to see you could pick up," the person on the other line said. My eyes widened as I realized it was the King.

We had given our bosses, our rulers so to say, telephones as well because it was the quickest way to get in contact with one another. It made sense, we could get in contact with other countries and our rulers with these phones, no one else since we all were the only ones with one. Well, at least Francis and Antonio had one, along with me. I am pretty sire Gilbert has one as well, to get in contact with Antonio and Francis…wait, maybe he doesn't. I don't know if all of us countries do or not.

"Oh, hello George," I said.

"How are things over in the colonies?" King George the second asked me.

"Alright, you know we are about to go to war with Francis," I said. I could just feel the King nodding on the other line.

"I know," George said. "How is the little brat of yours doing?"

I gripped the phone, anger boiling through my veins. I did not like any one calling Alfred a brat and it just made things worse with my king, my own king, calling my little brother a brat. "Don't you dare call him a brat," I hissed.

"What was that Arthur? I couldn't seem to hear you over the cat you have," George said sarcastically. I shook my head, the anger not ceasing.

"Ha ha, very funny," I said sarcastically. "You know I don't even have a cat in the first place and you also know how I hate it when someone dares to call my little brother a brat. Don't do it again."

"What will you do if I call him a brat again, huh?" George asked.

"Let France win," I said with a smirk. I could just feel my king tense up on the other line.

"Alright, I won't call him a brat again if you give it your all," George hissed.

"I was planning on it," I remarked.

"Good, now goodbye," George said and hung up.

"Yeah, bye to you too," I mumbled as I heard someone knock on the front door. I sighed; I was just the popular today now wasn't I? I put the phone down and walked out of my room. I peeped in to Alfred's room to see he was still fast asleep before I headed down the stairs to answer the door.

I opened up the big wooden door to see one of my many colonists. I raised my eyebrows at him. "Good afternoon sir," he said, taking his hat off.

"Good afternoon to you as well," I said. "What may I do for you?" He opened his mouth and then thought against it. I smirked at him. "I know you can talk boy, come on and spit it out already."

I then saw one of my many soldiers run up and stand beside the colonist. "Sorry about that Mr. Arthur," the soldier said. I nodded, what in the world is going on here? I have a colonist and a soldier standing on my front porch, just standing there and looking at me. What exactly do they want from me?

"I am not trying to be rude but why exactly did you come to see me?" I asked. "I have to start making dinner here soon probably or a late lunch and I do not want Alfred to go even hungrier than he already is, even though he is sleeping right now."

The soldier snapped out of it, as did the colonist. "We have a letter for you from a…" the soldier trailed off. He looked down at the letter and then returned his gaze to me. "A Francis Bonnefoy."

I sighed. "What could that man want from me now?" I asked as the colonist handed me the letter. I took it from them, looking down at it in disgust. "Thank you my fine gentlemen."

"Anytime we can be of assistance," the colonist said.

"Good bye Mr. Arthur, have a good night," the soldier said and gave me a salute. I nodded at them before closing the door. They retreated away from my house as I turned around, my back to the doorway, looking down at the letter currently in my hands. I noticed that on the front of the letter it said 'To: Angleterre (Arthur Kirkland) From: Francis Bonnefoy'. I glared at it for a few more seconds. He really did write Angleterre. Francis could have just written Arthur Kirkland for crying out loud. I sighed and finally decided to open up the letter, reading it slowly.

Dear Angleterre,

Bonjour Angleterre. Enjoying your colonies? Well, I hope you are. I am doing fine if you are wondering. I have to apologize about barging in to your house without being invited. That was plain rude and un-gentleman like of me; Matthieu pointed this out to me. You, Arthur, I know are true a gentleman, you can be very gentleman like Angleterre.

Matthieu seemed very scared when you started throwing your glasses at me. I know you did not mean to scare him but I felt like sharing that with you. I don't want Matthieu to have nightmares about you chasing after his, trying to catch him down with glasses and smash it in to his little and fragile head. We do not want that, now do we? I am sure you don't want it as much as I do but I could be wrong. Matthieu has been talking to himself lately, well more like to his stuffed polar bear. He said he would make peace and stop all wars; he was telling his bear that he was going to do that. He also thought it would be great to ally with that little brat of yours, which I have no idea why he would want that but I will not crush his dreams like you surely do with your brat. Matthieu also worries about the brat.

He worries about your brat being taken away from you. Such a kind and considerate boy now, isn't he? Probably unlike your brat. I wonder at times how he acts, your brat. I will tell you Matthieu is a very responsible young boy, especially for his age. How does America act? I shall talk to you later Angleterre, Matthieu should be waking up soon from his nap.

Also, you asked for it Angleterre. This is now war.

Love,

Francis

I just stared at the paper with a blank stare. Francis had just called Alfred a brat, more times than I could count. It also sounded like he was using sarcasm when calling me a gentleman and when he was apologizing about barging in to my house. I felt anger boil through my veins. I hated whenever anyone called my little brother a brat. I took in a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

I knew George Washington was going to come and get me soon for the first battle of this war. Just when was the question? Another question is, would Alfred approve and let me go. I smiled weakly; I had to get the approval of a two, maybe a three year old. I would have to get Holly to watch him…there was absolutely NO way I was going to let Alfred fight. I doubt Washington would even let me let him fight, he would not approve as I would not. I let out a small sigh.

How can I explain this to Alfred?

Did you guys like? I hope so~! King George II was the king of England during the French and Indian War/ Seven Years War. At least…that is what it said so I hope so! If not, please correct me so I can correct my mistake and make it right but I am pretty sure I am right. Any who, type me up a review and I shall see you all with chapter ten in…someone's point of view. Could be Alfred's, could be Arthur's. Danke everyone~!

~Lovely Kacey Faith