The Reverse Result- Chapter 2

Alfred woke with alarm. He had felt the gentle hands of someone touching his aching shoulder. Groaning in pain, he opened his eyes, only to be faced with the sympathetic look of his brother, tending to his bleeding limb. The lights glared at him as did the other people in the room. "Where am I?" he managed to speak softly through the pain.

"You're in my territory. Specifically, in the medical tent." Arthur continued to tend to Alfred, unfazed by Alfred's scoff of annoyance. In all honesty, Alfred had hoped that Arthur killed him on the battlefield. Being his unloved colony hurt more than being his dead brother. Arthur finished wrapping the bandage around Alfred's shoulder and sat back.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Alfred eventually questioned. Arthur looked up at him and spoke bleakly.

"Then there would not have been a point for my opposition to your failed revolution." He ran his hands through Alfred's hair, trying to calm the venom spitting boy.

Alfred smacked his hand away. "You're pathetic. If you show sympathy towards your enemy, you will fall. You taught me that."

"It is true and I stand by that. However, you are not, nor ever were, my enemy." Arthur got up and headed towards the door. "Be grateful for that."

Alfred lay on the bed confused. What did he mean by that? Drowsiness was washing over Alfred and he unwillingly returned to his slumber.

Arthur came in with a tray of bread and water. He took note earlier of Alfred's deprived form. Obviously, he had not eaten in a while. Possibly since before the war started. With a sigh, he sat down the food on the bedside table and left. Alfred was better off asleep. He needed to heal and he would just strain his arm more had he been awake. Arthur made his way to his own tent next door to the medical tent and found that it was infested with frogs.

"How is he?" The Frog King himself sat himself too comfortably at Arthur's desk.

"Not like you care. You left his arse to fight the greatest empire in the world because you don't know the definition of spending wisely. He was better off before you decided to bring your support."

"Nonetheless, I helped him. I'm sorry that I chose to avert my own revolution as opposed to helping another with his own. Is he well? I still care about him as a son." Francis brushed off Arthur's usual glare towards him.

"He will be fine. The bullet went into his arm pretty deep. If he does what I tell him to, he will recover with full mobility of his arm. Although, that may not be the case as he has no interest in what I have to say whatsoever. The git doesn't realize that everything I do is in his benefit." Arthur huffed, standing in the doorway.

"He just doesn't see it that way, Angelterre." Francis tried to reason. "He is just a small child. Too new to this world. Give him time and he will see."

"How much time should I give him? Enough for him to start another silly revolt?" Arthur chided.

"Enough time for him to realize that leaving is a bad idea. What do you plan to do with him?"

"Bring him home back to England and keep a stern eye on him. Who knows? Maybe I'll give him his independen-"
A loud bang had interrupted him. Arthur and Francis looked at each other and ran out to see the commotion. Alfred was awake and he was angry.