Sorry its short.
** War of 1812 **
"Bruder!"
"Bruder! Help me!" Nicole called out to Alfred through the burning house. Arthur, he had set the capitol to fire and she was trapped within the burning White House. Her leg had been burned and it was now caught underneath a support beam. She shifted again, trying to get up from underneath it, only to wince again.
"Nicole! Nicole!" Alfred search frantically for his baby sister. The smoke, from the fire, made him cough, trying to relive his lungs of the heavy substance. As he maneuvered around a flaming board, that is when he saw her, trapped underneath a board that was slowly gaining in flame.
"Bruder!" He heard her call again. The desperation and German accent was clear in her voice. He felt her flinch as he touched her shoulder after finally reaching her.
"Shh! It's okay. I'm here now. It's okay." He said softly as he lifted the board off her leg. Almost hurriedly, he picked her up bridle style and carried her out of the flaming Capitol. His lips were set in a firm line as Nicole cried in his arms. Arthur was going too far. He will pay for burning down the capitol and most importantly for injuring his baby sister.
It was unacceptable.
Alfred couldn't help but smile at the sight of the battle report from General Andrew Jackson in New Orleans. He had run the British out of town. And, even though it was after the treaty was signed, he was still happy. That's what the British deserved.
Thud! He looked up from his spot on the couch to see Nicole walk in with a hand against her head. The states' meeting must have been hectic.
"France wants to meet with us in a few days." He called as she walked by. Nicole shook her head; she couldn't deal with foreign countries right now.
"You just go. I'll deal with the states, and if you ever have to, you deal with the other countries. Sound good?" She asked as she just kept walking. Alfred nodded. That was okay with him.