The Reverse Result- Chapter 3

It took all of Arthur's and Francis's men to gain control over the juggernaut that is Alfred. Once he had woken up, he rampaged throughout the camp, thirsty for blood and nothing was to get in his way. Arthur sat him down, tied him up, and surrounded him with bodyguards. The wound on Alfred's shoulder had opened up again due to the rage fit. Arthur had no choice but to close it up again. "Let me go, you asshole!" Arthur ignored the boy and proceeded to get out his medical supply kit and string the needle.

"Sit still and sit quiet." Arthur demanded. This only prompted further struggle from the boy. By now, Arthur was annoyed with the childish behavior. Honestly, did he think that he could become his own country with an attitude like that? It was pathetic. Arthur swooped in and planted a kiss onto Alfred's lips, long enough to shock the boy into sitting still while he stitched the wound. Needless to say, Alfred stayed still during the procedure, even after the initial shock had died. He watched Arthur work the needle through the skin mesmerized.

"Did Francis help you?" Alfred pondered. "He left me in the middle of the war. Did he leave to help you instead? Did he deem me unable to win?"

"Francis did not leave you to help me." Arthur finished patching the boy up. "He left you to help himself so a revolution didn't start in his own country. As a nation, you will learn that in order to help others, you need to help yourself first." Arthur stroked Alfred's cheek. "It is things like this that make me want to keep you. You are unaware of everything there is to be a country."

Alfred looked away sheepishly. "So what are you going to do to me? Am I going to be thrown in jail?"

"Nothing of the sort. You are to never leave my sight until I can be sure that something like this will not happen again. You have caused me a lot of trouble and you ended up scaring the world." Arthur motioned for the men to leave and untied the boy. "I think it is best for you to show your gratitude towards Francis for what help he offered. Before we do so, let's fetch some new clothes for you since these clothes are tattered and blood stained." Alfred nodded and followed the man.

As they made their way throughout the camp, Alfred was getting constant glares from the British soldiers. He stayed closer to Arthur, to which Arthur wrapped an arm around his waist like he normally did as to comfort him. To let him know that he is safe. To assure him that Arthur will not allow anyone to hurt him.

The tent they arrived in was inhabited by the French man. Alfred tried to leap forward and strangle him but was held back by Arthur. Francis gave Alfred a smirk. "Mon ami, are you upset with me?" Francis tried to get a rise out of the colonies.

"You can bet your ass that y-"

"Language!" Arthur chided. "You may have grown up a bit but you're still my little brother. Honestly this rebellion has turned you into a barbarian." Alfred emitted a low growl at the two nations. Arthur had turned his attention toward the closet of clothes in the room and pulled out some of Alfred's old clothes from before the rebellion. To be completely honest, Alfred loved these clothes. They felt like silk and he could practically sleep in them if Arthur was not uptight about his night clothes. They were warm and soft and smelled like tea- no. They smelled like Arthur. Alfred will never admit it, but the whole rebellion had been so he could be on equal footing with Arthur. So he didn't see the world through the British man's eyes. So he could stand next to him and watch the world as he did. So he could hug the man and feel his warmth. So he could love his brother without remorse. "Change into these. Francis, do you mind giving him some privacy?"

"Not at all, Angelterre." Francis exited the room without haste.

"Aren't you also going to leave?" Alfred blushed. Did Arthur expect him to change his clothes in front of him?

"Did I not say before that you are to never leave my sight?" Arthur interrogated. "It's not like I have not seen what you have before. We're both men and I raised your cute arse since you were born." Alfred was taken back. Did Arthur just call him cute?

"Cute?"

"Oh shut up, you bloody git and change already!" Arthur turned his back towards Alfred, blushing like a tomato. Alfred chuckled slightly and quickly changed into the clothes. He snuck up behind Arthur and wrapped his arms around him, emitting a squeal from the man. This caused Francis to run inside with is gun pointed at Alfred.

"What's going on here?" Alfred immediately released Arthur and stepped back with his arms up in a stance of utter surrender.

"I was just- I was just playing with- were you really going to kill me?" He teared up. Alfred felt so attacked as of now. Between the glares from the British soldiers, the painful throb of his shoulder, the heart wrenching tear in his heart from losing the war, and the negative aura radiating from Arthur, he was at the mercy of the Frenchman he once called his ally. He could pull that trigger at any moment and end it all. If you asked anyone in the camp, they would beg for that chance. Alfred's mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He felt like a cat on a hot tin roof; helpless. He also felt betrayed and submissive, emotions that Alfred was not used to nor ones that he enjoyed feeling. He did the only thing he could do at this moment: run.

He ran out of the back door of the tent, past all of the soldiers and without stopping to hear the shouts from Arthur and Francis to stop him. "Alfred, please! He didn't mean it!" He could hear Arthur shout. "Someone stop him!"

He tore through the crowds of soldiers, past the barricade, and directly into the woods. He realized he was too far north to be in his country anymore. No, he was in Canada now. It made sense since Arthur had territory in his brother's land as Matthew did not dare to try for independence. Unfortunately for Alfred, he didn't know these alien woods and soon became lost. He could hear the patter of feet of the British soldiers running after him by order of Arthur. There had to be fifty to one hundred men sent on this man hunt for him. He was scared and was unaware of what to do. He wanted to go back to Arthur and be told that everything was okay, even when it was not. He needed his brother right now. What is he thinking? What happened to the spirit of independence he held so dear to him just a day earlier?

When he was sure that he had lost the soldiers sent after him, he stopped at a tree and sat down. He was exhausted from blood loss, hunger, and running for so long, but he could not sleep for fear that the soldiers caught up. Unfortunately, he should have been surer that he was alone. He failed to hear the light footsteps of someone coming behind him. He whipped his head around to see Arthur standing behind him, causing him to spring to his feet and back away.

"Alfred be rational here." Arthur pleaded. He felt as though he was trying to convince a scared animal that he was friendly to no avail. He hoped that he could potentially pet this animal. He dropped his gun to the ground. "See? No guns. I won't hurt you. Let's just have a civilized conversation. Just you and me."

"He tried to kill me! Everyone is trying to! They all hate me! Nobody wants me here!" Alfred was in tears.

"I want you here. Matthew wants you here. Francis loves yo-"

"Don't you dare tell me that he still loves me after pointing a gun at my head! That's not love! That's control!"

"Alfred please be rational here. Tomorrow, we will go back to England where-"

"Where more people can hate me? Where more people can glare at me and show how much they want to end my life? I'll pass, thanks." Arthur stepped forward.

"This will pass Alfred. Soon enough, they will forget about the whole thing and go back to work. It will be like nothing even happened. Come. Tomorrow, will be different. Tomorrow, we will prepare the ships and set sail. You always enjoyed that! You love watching the land fade into the distance. You love being engulfed in the sea breeze. You love-" Arthur stopped short for a moment, remembering that almost everything Alfred loved to do involved being with one of the crew members. There was no possible way that any of them will interact with Alfred after this. "You love to learn about the ship! I can teach you how to steer one!"

Alfred took a hesitant step towards Arthur and embraced him. They sat on the ground together, Arthur petting Alfred's hair as Alfred soaked his shoulder.

Note: I'm sorry if Alfred seemed a little OOC in this chapter but I was beginning to get writer's block and I had to stop that.