Yes,i realize that Alfred ages weirdly but just go with it. I needed him to be a child for the last chapter, but now, well, you'll see. Anyway,enjoy your feels and try not to hate me!~ -ScribblySkiesStudios
Arthur spluttered as he awoke, choking on water, the memories slowly returning. The colonists had thrown him on the riverbed so that his head was half submerged. After he figured he'd gotten most of the water out of his lungs, he staggered to his feet. He felt pain all over his body;His captors had gotten in a few good hits before they left him. But none of them hurt as much as the hole,the gaping hole that had made its home in his heart. Alfred had just left him. He cried out in frustration to the wind, then collapsed. He stared at the rushing water, thinking how easy it would be, then he realized he had more important things to deal with. He had his country to stand for, and he still had a chance to win Alfred back. He ran back to town, to meet with the generals. But when he got there, it was already too late; They had already heard of the kidnapping, and were preparing for war. "But sir! I still have a week!" Arthur said, practically running after the head general. "Mr. England! Have you lost your sense?! Look at what's happened to you! After what they've done to you,if you stil want to protect them, you've lost your head!" He said determined. "They obviously dont wish to make peace. They mean for war! Now I'll not hear any more of this nonsense! You are to prepare for war!" The general snapped, storming off.
Arthur shot up, sweating from his nightmare. He sighed, and did his best to shake it off. He stared for a moment at the pre-rain light filtering through his tent's roof. He stood, and pulled on his war outfit. Today was the day..it had been a few months; around four months,maybe? He couldn't be sure. All the days melted together for him, and prolonged his pain. Today was the final battle of the American Revolution. His heartbreak would soon be over, for he was now determined to crush the rebellion, and win his little Alfred back. He fastened the clasps of the sash, and looked to his musket. He'd have to fight Alfred, and it broke his heart. He shook away the tears, hardening himself as he did before every battle,because emotions on the battlefield were weakness. He grabbed his musket, and left the war tent. He greeted his army, and made a speech to motivate them. It seemed to work for the others, but it didn't convince Arthur. Soon, they were on the battlefield, fighting their own countrymen. "Alfred!" Arthur yelled over the gunfire. "Please stop this madness! It doesn't have to be like this!" He tried to reason with him, but to no avail.
The battle had waged on, and many of his army had fallen, or were was the only one left now, on that battlefield. He finally got his confrontation with Alfred, who was now taller than he. "Hey, Britain!" The teenage boy shouted, holding his musket aimed at the other. "All i want, is my freedom!" He continued, not realizing every word he spoke was tearing the brit apart, even his soul. "Im no longer a child, nor your little brother! From now on, consider me..independent!" Alfred yelled into the rain at the red coated man who practically raised him. Arthurs emotions finally got the better of him, and he rushed forward. Their muskets collided, and Alfred's flew aside from the force of the impact. "I wont allow it! You idiot!" He yelled, tears already beginning to pool in his eyes. "Why cant you ever follow anything through to the end?!" He shouted back, not caring that the remaining colony soldiers were aiming at him. Alfred lifted his hand to signal a 'hold your fire.'Arthur solemnly lowered his gun, tossing it to the side. "Theres no way i can shoot you..i cant.." He said, his emotions finally unbearable. He fell to his knees, sobbing. "Why..?Damnit, why?!" He yelled, his hands over his eyes. "Its..its not fair…" he continued. Alfred watched the older man fall apart before him, not knowing what consequences his actions would have."You know why.."
Arthur continued to sob, as he succumbed to a flashback, of when Alfred was little. "Come on, then..Lets go home…" he said, holding out a hand to the young boy. Alfred smiled joyfully, and took his hand.
Back on the battlefield, Arthur kept crying, and his shoulders shook hard as he sobbed. "England...what happened..? I remember when you were great…"
Okayyy, so theres chapter 3. Oof, this was even harder..And if any of you noticed, the battlefield lines were taken directly from the only good version of America's Cleaning Storage, the english dub. Todd did an amazing job voicing colonial England. So props to him. And sorry this took so long, i had to find the time to finish, as well as the motivation. Im sure you noticed a theme between chapters 1 and two, i believe it was. Dreams are key. Just know that. Anyway, ill start on Chapter 4 right after i post this, so hopefully it'll be done sooner than this one was finished. Thanks once again for reading, and I'll see you in the next chapter!