Alfred's plantation in Virginia.
They were in Alfred's plantation in Virginia.
It was beautiful.
The trees were green and the flowers were all in bloom. Rabbits hopped about the gardens and horses galloped through the fields. The sky was blur an cleat and the sun was bright and shining. Not a cloud in sight. The air was fresh and smirked of earth.
Arthur noticed someone sitting on a white bench in the garden. He was dressed in an old suit and had messy blonde hair and green eyes...it was England.
"T-That's me!"
Bit sighed and ran a now clean hand through ebony hair. He was wearing the outfit he had been wearing the first time he had met the trio. "Yes and no. That is the memory version of you. The version that Alfred cherishes the most." Arthur brought a trembling hand to his mouth. "I wore those clothes when Alfred was just a child. "Of course, Alfred practically worshiped you back then. He still does." Arthur gripped at his hair in frustration,"But why?! Why does he love me when I let him down?! I let him suffer even when he was just a child! He went through all of this to keep me safe! I don't deserve it!" Andrew scoffed, "Idiot. He adores you. That's why. You're his rock. You're his perfect big brother."
"I'm not perfect."
"No, you're not. But Alfred thinks so. And that's all that matters".
The alters led the trio towards the front door.
"Wait!"
Andrew turned back to the Canadian with a huff.
"What?"
"Aren't we going to talk to him or something?" Bit rolled his eyes and pushed open the door. "He's a memory that only Alfred can interact with. This is his world, after all."
"Let's go Bit, we're wasting time. We need to get Alfred as soon as possible so let's get these memories done with."
"Fine."
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