"I just want my freedom Arthur! Give me my freedom I will no longer stand to be one of your colonies! I am America!" Arthur looks back at his former little brother, tears brimming in his green eyed depths, gun held out, soldiers on both sides armed and ready. "NO! Y-your mine! I cannot let you go!" "Why! I'm not an item to be kept! I'm not one of your damn history books! I want to write my own history!" Arthur gasps shakily at the others words and gets a better grip on his bayonet before running as fast as he could! … He couldn't let him go! If he couldn't have him…If he couldn't… I'll…
"Let's stop there Mr Kirkland, for now" Anne pauses the tape recording and places her head on her hands. "The revolutionary war… I remember it well myself" "Y-You do?" Arthur was dabbing at his eyes to overcome with fresh emotions to form a proper sentence. "Yes, my great relatives fought within that war." Silence. Then Anne pulls her hair back into a ponytail and repositions her glasses, tape recorder unpaused. "So you ran at him…" "Yes…. I was so foolish…"
Arthur skidded to a halt and dropped to his knees, bayonet flying through the air to land behind him in the mud. The rain began to fall, almost as if God was grieving the loss of so many lives. Alfred stood wide eyed and shocked; he had to reflect Arthur's attack a deep scar etched its way into his own bayonet…
You're my obsession, the question and conclusion you are, you are, you are my fetish you are…
"Yo Artie! Dude whatcha doin?" Alfred asks walking past the other nations in the meeting to reach the Brit, who was currently looking through some papers. Arthur looks up, emerald-green eyes blinking and eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What is it, Alfred?" "Just seeing what you're doing" "Well don't." "Aw come on dude don't be grumpy!"
As soon as Alfred had said that the British nation had already began walking away, starting to get annoyed. However he didn't get very far as Alfred had just followed him and literally jumps on top of the unsuspecting Arthur. Both nations fall to the floor in a tangle of limbs, Arthur lying flat on his stomach and Alfred lying on top of him.
Arthur blushes lightly and rolls over the action pushing the American off of his back and onto the floor. When pushed Alfred falls to the floor but jumps up quickly also supporting a soft blush and offers a hand for the messy-haired nation to take. Arthur glares more out of embarrassment than anything else and slaps Alfred's hands away standing up on his own. Alfred chuckles lowering his hand and stand's there grinning idiotically. Arthur very embarrassed by now sends a glare towards the other nations who were staring and starts yelling at them angrily.
Alfred listens to Arthur's yelling. That voice. It had been a while since he had heard that voice. He had been busy. He missed that voice…
The American realised with a jolt that he was craving it. Craving Arthur's grumpy voice, messy hair, forest-green eyes, thick eyebrows, defined cheekbones… He couldn't stop thinking about him now… How had always loved those eyebrows.
Alfred glances at Arthur's pre-occupied face and suddenly decides to take action. He grabs Arthur's arms and pulls him backwards and up against a wall, moving to stand in front of him. Arthur was extremely surprised and had a violet blush spread across his cheeks. "Alfred bloody twat! W-What are y-you do-!" Arthurs angry words were cut off as he felt a pair of lips press themselves against his own… They were Alfred's…
"Is that how you two first got together?" Anne asked a fresh cup of coffee between the palms of her hands. "Yes and no" was Arthurs reply. The Brit looked up eyes glistening with moisture. "I pushed him away…slapped him, and ran off." Anne nods. "It might have been a shock, I understand that, I mean from what I've heard you two had a really close and different relationship to most couples." Arthur twiddles his fingers together. "However after the meeting…and that kiss and I went home and…" Arthur finally allows a few salty tears to escape and cascade down his cheeks. "The bloody git asked me out!"
Alfred knocks at the British nation's door, flowers in hand. "Yo Artie! Open up dude it's urgent!" Arthur sighs and makes his way to the door, opening it up and peering out. "Y-Yes Alfred…" Alfred's face lights up a soon as he spots the man he had a crush on. "Artie! These are for you!" Roses are handed… Then it was asked… "Whatever did you get me t-these for?!" Arthur asks shaking his head but holding the flowers close to him. "They are lovely how much we—""Will you go out with me Artie?" Arthur freezes for a moment then slams the door in his face.
"You slammed the door in his face?" Anne holds back a chuckle. Arthur nods shifting in his chair, "Tsundere moment he called it…damn git" Arthur was still crying softly tears landing on the table. Anne hands a tissue to him and waits for him to continue. Arthur wipes his eyes and clears his throat before continuing. "He kept asking me and asking me until I gave in and accepted. Since then… u-until …until recently…he w-was my partner in life." Anne sighs and switches off her tape recorder. "End of interview, new evidence in, Arthur Kirkland is free to go…"