Climbing the thermals Alfred's mind races, Britain has appeared. Britain has appeared! Letting out a cry the eagle flies higher, I will finally get to see him, what will he be like? Angling Alfred searches for Boston and finds it, letting loose another cry he folds his wings. Heart racing, blood pumping the ground comes closer and closer, snap. With a loud crack Alfred opens his wings and glides, the earth fifty feet below. Another cry loosens from his throat, the people on the road duck in fear. The city sits by the water and within his heart Alfred can feel a tug, turning and without thought he flies deeper into the city flying low among the buildings. Extending his claws the Eagle lands on the steeple of a church, tucking his wings he looks down. Below he can see red coats, and in the center… Feathers lying flat Alfred chirps nervously, the great Lion is sitting next to a sergeant. Watching the great cat Alfred is amazed at the golden fur and the red tinted mane, he freezes completely when green eyes look up at him. The soldiers around the lion all shift nervously and he stands up. Shifting behind the cross Alfred cries out scared, walking Arthur watches Alfred before disappearing. Scared Alfred took off to the next building searching for the great cat, for once feeling like he is the hunted. Moving from building to building Alfred is growing more and more scared, flying over an opening great paws wrap around him and brings him crashing down to the ground. Crying out in fear the American eagle fights using his wings and talons, paws soon pin him his wings spread out and his feet trapped under his body.
"So this is what you have become."
A small cry comes from Alfred, his body shaking.
"You know who I am don't you boy."
Closing his eyes Alfred nods the voice terrifying him, what happened to the kind voice that spoke outside of his shell?
The lion purrs and nuzzles Alfred's neck, "What is your name little one?"
"Al… Alfred."
"Mmh? Like my first king." Putting his mouth around Alfred's neck he bites him gently and releases his wings. Folding them quickly Alfred dares not move in fear of getting his neck snapped. Turning Arthur carries Alfred through the city like a piece of a kill, citizens and soldiers avoid them. Keeping his eyes closed Alfred hopes he will make it through the situation he put himself in. Soon he can smell the sea with each breath and the sound of soft steps going over wood. Opening his eyes he realizes he is being taken aboard a ship, over the railing and down into the ship Alfred cries out softly when the sky vanishes.
A/N sorry about the short chapter, I want to update but I don't really have time to write out a full chapter and also I have no idea what Britain is doing at the moment.