Arthur shot upright in his bed, shaking and sweating from his looked around, and slowly realized he was in his own room, and he wiped the sweat from his brow. He flopped back in bed, an arm over his eyes. He mumbled something along the lines of "bloody hell" under his breath, and sat up again, stretching on the edge of his bed. He stood, rubbing his eyes, as he made his way to the bathroom. He looked at his bedraggled reflection in his colonial mirror, and sighed. He set to washing his face, and readying for the day ahead. Soon, a knock came at his door. He sighed, and dressed, ready to go.
When he arrived at the building, there was a crowd gathered, and he walked in solemnly. He cast his eyes down, his hair covering his eyes when he passed a certain blonde. Neither really needed to be here for a meeting between their bosses; it was just a formality. Alfred sat beside Washington, and Arthur beside his king, remaining stern and businesslike. "We, the people of the colonized Americas, demand to be recognized as our own sovereign nation with the signing of this Declaration of Independence!" He sat through the meeting quietly, and made to leave when it was over. Just as he reached the door, Alfred called out to him. "England, wait!" He tried, but Arthur kept walking. Soon, the other caught up to him, and he paused, not making eye contact."Hey we can still be friends, right?" The new country asked. Arthur's hair covered his eyes again, and he turned slightly to the other. "I hope this is everything you dreamed when you find out its not, dont come crying to me." He said, and left, without another word.
Arthur had been crying for hours, the thought of America on his own filling him with fear. All these other nations were so much more powerful than the new country, and were likely to try to conquer him. That thought scared him. But there was nothing he could do. Alfred was no longer his to protect. Alfred was growing up, and he had no choice but to accept it. He soon cried himself to sleep, and had the same horrid nightmare:his battle with America. It seemed more and more vivid each time, and he awoke in a cold sweat, panting heavily. "Damnit.." He cursed under his breath. He stood,and went to the bathroom. He drew water from the basin, and washed his face. He sighed, realizing it would be best to forget the dream, and move on with his life as usual. There were more important matters to tend to than his own emotional instabilities. He washed up, and went back to bed.
So sorry it's late..and short...i had a lot of issues writing, and I had schoolwork.. So I feel I should leave chapter 4 here. The next chapter will have France in it, and he will be speaking a bit of french. Don't worry, I'll put the translations in my author's footnote, so dont worry. Also, the next chapter will hint at /contain FrUk (France x England, for those who don't know.), so dont say I didn't warn you!~ Until the next chapter, my lovelies~
Ja ne!~
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