Alfred F Jones

Somewhere in Montreal, Quebec

October 31, 2163

Somehow... when I left I wasn't expecting this... AT ALL.

England was passed out in my bed (not the weird part), and my WHOLE ROOM smelled like Boston Lager (there it is), the ONLY type of Alcohol that he would NOT touch. From the number of bottles... he'd either brought his own (not likely), broken into my car (slightly more likely), or he'd found my secret stash (yeah, let's go with that one). There were... at least... 36 empty bottles of Lager; he was totally smashed… not that I minded. At least he was quiet...

I decided to use the free wi-fi to search the net for a little bit and was surprised when someone (England) hugged me around my shoulders. I stiffened; I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Why did you leave me?" England asked, hanging off my shoulders and whispering in my ear.

"I had to go and get you something to eat, Iggy..." I said. "Um... Apple?" I offered, my voice shaking a little.

"That's not what I meant... You know what I meant..." He murmured, his voice deadly serious.

I remembered... it was the war... it always was... "The Revolution?"

"Yes... Why did you leave me...? I tried so hard to keep you... and then you left me... Why...?"

"I needed to be free..."

"...You left me... for HIM... how could you do that...?"

"For who?" he had never mentioned anything besides me having left him when he was drunk... who was this mysterious... HIM?

"...You went to him... and You used him... to get me... and you broke it..." He let go of me and I heard him sit on the bed.

"Used who...? Broke what?" I was genuinely confused.

"You broke ME."

"W-what?"

"You used him... and that broke ME."

"Used who?"

"YOU USED FRANÇOIS! YOU USED HIM AND IT BROKE MY HEART! YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME AND I WOULD'VE LET YOU GO!" I could hear the tears in his voice.

"What? Why would that break your heart? I thought that you hate Francois..."

"I DO! THAT'S HOW YOU BROKE MY HEART, WANKER! I LOVED YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING, HATED HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING, AND THEN YOU LEFTME FOR HIM!"

"I-Iggy, I-" I stood and crossed the room. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, he sobbed into my chest. My shirt was soaked in seconds, and he was blubbering like a little baby.

"You left me... Alfred... You left me..."

I pressed my lips to the top of his head, "but I'm here now."

"...Is breá liom tú... Is breá liom tú, Meiriceá... Feicfidh mé grá i gcónaí leat... Rwyf wrth fy modd i chi... brawd bach... bob amser ac am byth..." England murmured, still crying into my shirt.

"...I love you, Iggy..." I said, my voice quiet.

"Gau i fyny ... wanker dwp ... nad ydych yn fy ngharu ... Rwyf wrth fy modd CHI ... A pheidiwch anghofio eich ... Wanker dúr..." he sighed, nodding off against my chest.

I kissed him on his forehead and lay him in the bed before taking off my shirt and climbing under the covers with him, hugging him agaiinst my chest.

...my dear Iggy... I love you so much... I just never told you... but I've told you now... and I won't let anything hurt you...

I remembered a letter that Iggy had written to me, but I'd been too busy to read... I slowly moved and took the envelope out of my pants pocket. That reminded me... I hadn't changed clothes yet.

I tore the envelope open and took out the letter which was dated a few months before I went to visit him and Sealand.

'Mr. Alfred Friedrich Jones,

1600 Pennsylvania Ave,

NW Washington D.C.

USA

Alfred,

I have a feeling that Peter's lost himself...

He's been looking a bit disturbed as of recently... He came to my house yesterday with the strangest look on his face... he looked... like how Will did before he lost... before he died.

Maybe his new status as a nation is messing with his mind... Iceland wasn't my first choice for someone to acknowledge him as a Country... but then, Sweden wasn't either.

Anyway, why don't you talk to him? He's the only younger brother I have, now and I would hate for him to be hurt...

~Arthur Kirkland

P.S.~ Do you want to come over... just to talk?'

I crushed the letter in my fist and hugged Iggy even closer; It was all my fault... that Sealand had beat him... All my fault.

A/N~ Props to 'RabbidFanBoy' my little brother, for giving me the idea about the letter! He truly is the best Brother a writer could ask for! [Friedrich is a german/dutch name... but I needed something to be his 'human' middlename; How does 'America Freedom Jones sound'?]

TRANSLATIONS~

'...Is breá liom tú... Is breá liom tú, Meiriceá... Feicfidh mé grá i gcónaí leat...' = Irish: I love you... I love you, America... I'll always love you...

'Rwyf wrth fy modd i chi... brawd bach... bob amser ac am byth...' = Welsh: I love you... little brother... always and forever...

'Gau i fyny... wanker dwp... nad ydych yn fy ngharu... Rwyf wrth fy modd CHI... A pheidiwch anghofio eich...' = Welsh: Shut up... stupid wanker... you don't love me... I love YOU... And don't you forget it...

'Wanker dúr...' = Irish: Stupid wanker...