After the end of World War Two, Prussia is left in wreck and ruin, a shattered remain of a great Kingdom, the shell of an empire who gave up everything for his brother, Germany, only to be left in the dark. How could a single country be so drowned out by war, murder, betrayal, and a single color; Red.

America has just heard something very interesting; England once had a boss called Alfred. More to the point, Alfred the GREAT. But what could a centuries-dead English king possibly have in common with the awesome hero that is the USA?

In all those years of knowing the man, of being his brother, those eyes had remained the same. He continued to trust them long after he had stopped trusting the man's mind. WWII!AU.