There is a rainstorm drenching my heart, and
Dumbfounded and cowering, my vision is watery
My mind's made up, so what is up with this hesitancy?
I'm shaken down to the bone by pain that's running through me
We loosed the bonds and we've let them go, now
The seam has been opened, and it's fading more every day
This is goodbye, at least we tried, but now it's over, my friend
We cannot stay, just walk away and don't ever look back again
Arthur knew this day was coming-the day when all of his colonies would be all grown-up and leave him behind. He wasn't ready for this sudden change. But heck no, why on earth would he set all of his colonies, especially America, his best and strongest colony, free? That's crazy!
But he just dreaded this day-the day when Alfred is ready to fight back for his independence.
It was raining.
Battle cries could be heard everywhere in the field. Arthur knew he was useless at this point in time-more than half of his army was already dead, and the remaining of his best soldiers were already severely wounded and injured. Alfred stood in front of him, a familiar paper in hand. He knew that paper a little too well.
"Hey, Britain! All I wanted was my independence! I'm no longer a little child, nor am I your brother! From now on, consider me, independent!" Alfred shouted.
By this point in time, Arthur was already aiming his gun for Alfred's heart, but for some reason, he just couldn't pull the trigger.
Come on, England. You want America as your colony forever right? Pull the trigger! It's all you need to make him yours forever!
Arthur lunged forward, and Alfred lowered his own rifle, but quickly used it to defend himself before Arthur could stab him using the sharp end of the rifle. Luckily, for Alfred, only a long scratch was the thing that he'd gotten from the assault of the Englishman, yet the assault has sent his rifle flying into the sky and they both didn't notice it fall to the ground-simply because both men were too lost in each other's intimidating gazes.
Both men were already catching their breath, and Arthur broke the silence between them by saying, "Why do you think I would set you free, huh? Do you think you're ready to face the world out there all on your own? What if something bad happens to you, will you be able to defend yourself, huh?"
Alfred was dumbfounded. All of England's soldiers were already aiming for him. He never thought of it that way. He remained silent, until Arthur lowered his own gun. "There's no way I could shoot you, idiot." He said, his voice shaky, and tossed his rifle to the ground.
Arthur fell to his knees, and started crying. "Wh-why...?! Dammit, why?! It's not fair!"
"You know why, England." Alfred said, trying to be-and sounding-the least comforting.
"But... what happened, Arthur? What happened to the strong, mighty nation that was England? I don't remember that mighty nation of England to stoop this low in front of me. You aren't the same England I knew from before..."