Lucid Memories [1b/?]
anonymous
July 10 2010, 18:08:47 UTC
They were approaching. The redcoats were coming!
The English nation would come and go, much to the small colony's reluctance, and would often leave him to take care of himself for extension of periods. He was okay with that. Because England would always come back. Just like he said he would.
But… soon… the taxes came… His big brother soon started to charge them with ridiculous taxes. That was hardly fair. The English man didn't even bother including them with representatives in the Parliament! His people, the Americans, started to rebel. They tried to cooperate with England. He tried to cooperate with England. He only wanted to stay being his little brother. Was that asking too much? He only wanted to be with him. Those pitiful attempts of union soon became attempts of rebellion. He was his own nation. He had his own people to worry of. He wanted to seek independence. To break away from England. That was all.
Alfred found his weak voice; "Hey England…" it cracked and was hoarse from exhaustion as he gave a weak smile to the man in front of him. His tears fell. Or was that just the rain?
"I guess I chose liberty after all…" Dull green eyes stared back at him. He had a desperate look in his eyes. No… The Englishman looked so small. So weak… Was this the England he knew?
"I'm not your child," Alfred gave full eye contact to him, continuing with his sentence. "Or your baby brother anymore…" He felt his wide eyes staring back, there was shock and sadness in those pupils.
England whispered. "America… I…"
Was it hate? Did England hate him? After all of the fighting they have gone through? The Boston Tea Party, the killing, the punishment his men inflicted on the Loyalists? He had to hate him. Who wouldn't? What kind of man would keep on loving someone who broke away from them?
No… This had to end. Now! He tried to reason with England. He tried. Alfred attempted to persuade himself. His people were taxed. Taxed for a war that had nothing to do with him. It was just a stupid war between him and the French nation. He didn't even considered him to be his brother! Just a thing. A piece of land. His property. He didn't see him as a human being…
He. America. Was going to break the last link. The last link that connected them.
Alfred quietly said the words. Loud and clear. "England." England already had all of his focus on him. "From now on…" The words were stuck. He couldn't breath! He felt this strange feeling of regret cluttered in his throat.
He started again. "From now on… I am independent." Lightning clashed in the background. "Acknowledge it!" He was breathless.
His eyes narrowed. England's eyes. The older nation shoved his musket towards him with no warning. Alfred instantly used jumped into his reflex and blocked his attack with his own. His heart stopped.
Why weren't his men doing anything? Alfred didn't bother to look back. They were either too shocked by the sudden attack or they just somehow knew that they shouldn't interfere with the fighting immortals. This was their fight.
So America was shocked when he heard the old man murmur. "You were always so naïve… you fool…" He was still pointing his weapon at the boy; the musket was shaking in his hand, America heard the splash on the ground. He had dropped his musket. His only weapon. He had nothing to defend himself with.
"You fool…" England moaned. "You idiot… There's no point in firing anymore is there…?" He was crying. Alfred couldn't take his eyes away from England. No… Arthur…
Lucid Memories [1c/?]
anonymous
July 10 2010, 18:10:11 UTC
"Damn it!" He cursed, "Why? Damn…" England collapsed.
"E-england?" Alfred called out his name, but it sounded more like a question rather than a statement. His eyes grew hazy…
Arthur and Alfred were playing in the woods… America's woods. The soft moist grass was sprayed with dew, reflecting numerous colors in them. The soft callings of the songbirds were heard off from the far distance. The small eight year old America was holding onto a sun hat. Everyday felt like it would last forever. Just him and England. They would eat together, play games of hopscotch or tag; he would help him set up tea parties…
"Let's go home." England smiled, his hands held out to reach him, the bright golden sun shone on his light corn blond bangs. His emerald green eyes glisten with warmth and delight. Alfred's small hands held out to reach them.
"England…" Alfred felt the warm tears tickle down his face. "You used to be…" Why? "…so big…" He stared at his former guardian. He felt so stiff. He had won… He had won…
Independence. The word was so lovely when it was first introduced to him, but was it really worth it? This independence? He did not feel the happiness and relief that he thought he would have felt. The two armies that were one fighting against each other just stood there, staring at their countries.
England… Do you still hate me? I… Before a complete thought formed, the independent boy's mind faded away, as he fell into unconsciousness.
England stared at the boy. No! Alfred? His emerald eyes widened as he went up to him, embracing him in his arms.
"America?" He whispered. Wake up damn it! The bloody fool. "Alfred? ALFRED!"
The English gentlemen cried as he shook the boy, realizing that he was knocked out. The men surrounding him only looked solemnly at the fallen boy. The rain continued to pour down hard.
Alfred…
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Author Notes: This is just an introduction; hopefully, the next few chapters will improve and be more interesting for you guys.
Both human names and nation names will be used. Human names will tend to be used depending on how close characters feel to each other.
France (1) - France did most of the fighting for the Americans. If it weren't for them, the American probably would have lost to the British army. It also helped that a certain Prussian general trained America into shape. Someone noted that this is not true, but I'll just label this as a debatable topic just to be safe.
Sorry for my inaccuracy in history. This story is meant to focus more on relations than history itself, but I'll try my best to be as accurate as possible.
Re: Lucid Memories [1c/?]
anonymous
July 15 2010, 00:18:48 UTC
It's true America wouldn't have won without France's help, but the French crown refused to officially intervene until after the colonists proved themselves in battle against the Kingdom of Great Britain. (The French weren't about to attempt to throw troops and money into something that was guaranteed to fail) So, the colonists actually had to go it alone for a number of years with no official military support (though foreign individuals did come to help). It's just as much a disservice not to give the American colonists credit as it is to deny that France's intervention didn't contribute to their victory.
Re: Lucid Memories [1c/?]
anonymous
July 15 2010, 18:28:29 UTC
Thanks for telling me that. I had several other people correct me that when I posted this story on a different site. It was after America won several wars against England did France decided to join and help them. France likes to step in troubled waters, lol.
It was also because America learned (it's learnt!) some helpful tactics in war, such as guerrilla war. I'm not too sure if this is write, but according to my old history teacher, she told us that the British soldiers fought in rows and lines while the Americans fought in guerrilla style. The Americans will small in number compared to the British, but they won in the end.
Did anyone not read my reply? For the last time. I know. The France partially helped America, but not the whole thing. I know. I was already told this before. Please don't correct me on this. I already had this issue informed to me multiple times. Please find something else to comment on. I cannot go back to change why I have just posted. This issue has already been settled weeks ago. Thank you and have a good day.
Re: Lucid Memories [1c/?]
anonymous
July 20 2010, 12:35:37 UTC
Seconding the anon above! :) The French helped the Americans out with their Naval power, but Americans had about 30,000+ soldiers in the war; France had around 7000.
The English nation would come and go, much to the small colony's reluctance, and would often leave him to take care of himself for extension of periods. He was okay with that. Because England would always come back. Just like he said he would.
But… soon… the taxes came… His big brother soon started to charge them with ridiculous taxes. That was hardly fair. The English man didn't even bother including them with representatives in the Parliament! His people, the Americans, started to rebel. They tried to cooperate with England. He tried to cooperate with England. He only wanted to stay being his little brother. Was that asking too much? He only wanted to be with him. Those pitiful attempts of union soon became attempts of rebellion. He was his own nation. He had his own people to worry of. He wanted to seek independence. To break away from England. That was all.
Alfred found his weak voice; "Hey England…" it cracked and was hoarse from exhaustion as he gave a weak smile to the man in front of him. His tears fell. Or was that just the rain?
"I guess I chose liberty after all…" Dull green eyes stared back at him. He had a desperate look in his eyes. No… The Englishman looked so small. So weak… Was this the England he knew?
"I'm not your child," Alfred gave full eye contact to him, continuing with his sentence. "Or your baby brother anymore…" He felt his wide eyes staring back, there was shock and sadness in those pupils.
England whispered. "America… I…"
Was it hate? Did England hate him? After all of the fighting they have gone through? The Boston Tea Party, the killing, the punishment his men inflicted on the Loyalists? He had to hate him. Who wouldn't? What kind of man would keep on loving someone who broke away from them?
No… This had to end. Now! He tried to reason with England. He tried. Alfred attempted to persuade himself. His people were taxed. Taxed for a war that had nothing to do with him. It was just a stupid war between him and the French nation. He didn't even considered him to be his brother! Just a thing. A piece of land. His property. He didn't see him as a human being…
He. America. Was going to break the last link. The last link that connected them.
Alfred quietly said the words. Loud and clear. "England." England already had all of his focus on him. "From now on…" The words were stuck. He couldn't breath! He felt this strange feeling of regret cluttered in his throat.
He started again. "From now on… I am independent." Lightning clashed in the background. "Acknowledge it!" He was breathless.
His eyes narrowed. England's eyes. The older nation shoved his musket towards him with no warning. Alfred instantly used jumped into his reflex and blocked his attack with his own. His heart stopped.
Why weren't his men doing anything? Alfred didn't bother to look back. They were either too shocked by the sudden attack or they just somehow knew that they shouldn't interfere with the fighting immortals. This was their fight.
So America was shocked when he heard the old man murmur. "You were always so naïve… you fool…" He was still pointing his weapon at the boy; the musket was shaking in his hand, America heard the splash on the ground. He had dropped his musket. His only weapon. He had nothing to defend himself with.
"You fool…" England moaned. "You idiot… There's no point in firing anymore is there…?" He was crying. Alfred couldn't take his eyes away from England. No… Arthur…
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"E-england?" Alfred called out his name, but it sounded more like a question rather than a statement. His eyes grew hazy…
Arthur and Alfred were playing in the woods… America's woods. The soft moist grass was sprayed with dew, reflecting numerous colors in them. The soft callings of the songbirds were heard off from the far distance. The small eight year old America was holding onto a sun hat. Everyday felt like it would last forever. Just him and England. They would eat together, play games of hopscotch or tag; he would help him set up tea parties…
"Let's go home." England smiled, his hands held out to reach him, the bright golden sun shone on his light corn blond bangs. His emerald green eyes glisten with warmth and delight. Alfred's small hands held out to reach them.
"England…" Alfred felt the warm tears tickle down his face. "You used to be…" Why? "…so big…" He stared at his former guardian. He felt so stiff. He had won… He had won…
Independence. The word was so lovely when it was first introduced to him, but was it really worth it? This independence? He did not feel the happiness and relief that he thought he would have felt. The two armies that were one fighting against each other just stood there, staring at their countries.
England… Do you still hate me? I… Before a complete thought formed, the independent boy's mind faded away, as he fell into unconsciousness.
England stared at the boy. No! Alfred? His emerald eyes widened as he went up to him, embracing him in his arms.
"America?" He whispered. Wake up damn it! The bloody fool. "Alfred? ALFRED!"
The English gentlemen cried as he shook the boy, realizing that he was knocked out. The men surrounding him only looked solemnly at the fallen boy. The rain continued to pour down hard.
Alfred…
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Author Notes: This is just an introduction; hopefully, the next few chapters will improve and be more interesting for you guys.
Both human names and nation names will be used. Human names will tend to be used depending on how close characters feel to each other.
France (1) - France did most of the fighting for the Americans. If it weren't for them, the American probably would have lost to the British army. It also helped that a certain Prussian general trained America into shape. Someone noted that this is not true, but I'll just label this as a debatable topic just to be safe.
Sorry for my inaccuracy in history. This story is meant to focus more on relations than history itself, but I'll try my best to be as accurate as possible.
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It was also because America learned (it's learnt!) some helpful tactics in war, such as guerrilla war. I'm not too sure if this is write, but according to my old history teacher, she told us that the British soldiers fought in rows and lines while the Americans fought in guerrilla style. The Americans will small in number compared to the British, but they won in the end.
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