Arthur held the bottle of rum, a preference leftover from his time as a pirate, in his shaking hands. In just a few minutes, he'll be facing his baby brother on the battlefield. The brother that he cared for and raised. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. He had given that boy everything. He had done everything to try to mold that boy into a proper gentleman, a proper English gentleman. He fought off Spain and that stupid git frog out of the new world for him. All he asked for was for a little extra money and for Alfred to do him a few favors. But no, that imbecile had to go and blow everything, everything he's worked for and done, away. Arthur stared at the bottle of rum, knowing that he would need it if he was to finally put an end to Alfred's little charade. He was a bloody empire, both figuratively and literally. He wasn't going to let one group of colonies, no matter their history, blow it away. Alfred was too valuable to lose.
Maybe that's where I went wrong. The thought entered Arthur's mind and he shook his head, begging it to flit away. No. It wasn't Arthur's fault. Alfred was a colony. He was too inexperienced, too naive in the ways of how the empire functioned. He was only seeing one piece of the puzzle, too stubborn to look at it from Arthur's perspective. Arthur had a whole empire to run. He couldn't bend to the will of thirteen little colonies, especially ones so far away and isolated. "I just needed to regain my grasp on everything. Why couldn't he have seen that? Once I got everything back on track, once I got to where I didn't need to tax him so badly, I could have shown him what I was working for. I could have shown him how much I could have provided him. I could have kept him safe and well fed..." Arthur said to the bottle.
He shook his head. If he was honest...he wouldn't have done that. He would have just gone back to conquering and leaving his brother by himself, wondering when he could expect to see his older brother again. Arthur scowled and threw the bottle, causing it to burst when it hit the hard ground of his tent. "What does Alfred know? What would he have done with representation? He doesn't have a clue as to how a country works. He isn't a country. He's just a group of pathetic colonies. I know what's best for him. I could have given him the whole fucking world. Why can't he see that he's nothing with out me? He's nothing but a group of bloody rebels that crossed the line! He's nothing. " he shouted, grabbing a bottle, gripping it as if it was his last lifeline.
Arthur's eyes widen at what he said but swallowed and let the words harden him. "He's nothing. He's nothing to me. Not anymore. This war means nothing," he muttered. A soldier came into his tent and immediately saluted. "Sir, it's time. Are you prepared for what's going to happen?" he asked. Arthur picked up his bayonet and stared at the bottle in his hands before setting it down on a table. "Yes. Let's get this over with. It's time his foolishness is put to an end. I'll show him what happens when you mess with the British Empire," he said, following the soldier to the battlefield.
Arthur froze when he saw Alfred, clad in blue, with gun in hand and an army standing behind him. He walked onto the field, trying not to tear up and held up the gun. "He means nothing. He is nothing," he whispered, getting into a defensive position. Alfred lifted the gun. "All I want is my freedom. I am no longer a child nor your little brother. From this day on...I'm independent," said Alfred in a hard voice. Arthur swallowed, the words stinging. This means nothing to me. He means nothing to me. He's already made his decision. Arthur growled before rushing at Alfred, bayonet in front of him. He hit Alfred's gun out of his hands, fingers already moving to the trigger. Arthur panted, hating himself for the flash of panic that flew throw Alfred's eyes. Alfred hardened, ready to take the bullet.
"Idiot! Why don't you ever follow anything through?" shouted Arthur, something inside his chest falling in on itself. He struggled to find the strength he needed to pull the trigger and found that he needed it more for what he was going to do next. Arthur dropped his wings. "There's no way I can shoot you idiot." Arthur trembled, falling to the ground in a heap, starting to sob. "Why? Why could you do this to me?" He cried. Alfred gave him a level stare. "You know why...You used to be so great. You used to be my hero," he said. Arthur sobbed harder. What had he done? Why had he blown this away? "I mucked everything up. I'm so sorry," whispered Arthur as soldiers came and quickly disarmed him.
This means nothing to me
'cause you are nothing to me And it means nothing to me That you blew this away
'cause you could've been number one If you only found the time And you could've ruled the whole world If you had the chance
You could've been number one And you could've ruled the whole world And we could've had so much fun But you blew it away
You're still nothing to me And this is nothing to me And you don't know what you've done But I'll give you a clue
You could've been number one If you only had the chance And you could've ruled the whole world If you had the time
You could've been number one And you could've ruled the whole world And we could've had so much fun But you blew it away
You could've been number one And you could've ruled the whole world And we could've had so much fun But you blew it away
-"Uno" by MUSE
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