[Part 18] Remember Your Place (2)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 00:03:46 UTC
"I am not a child, you need to accept that I am growing up and you can't control me anymore," America said, raising his voice, angry at the fact that England seemed so...so calm. "Why am I tied up in here anyways? You can torture me all you want, you know I won't confess anything nor will I give up!" he said, figuring that's what he was there for, an interrogation.
"Torture?" England repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I raised you, Alfred! Do you really think I would stoop so low as to torture you?" He didn't want to admit how much it hurt to hear what America thought of him. No... He couldn't take it so personally. Just a childish tantrum... Just a childish tantrum... "I'm ashamed of you, Alfred. Truly, deeply ashamed. I was so convinced that you had grown up. Had you been patient like your siblings, I may have considered giving you the representation you asked for." He took another step forward, not once breaking eye contact. The British Empire knew how to emanate confidence, even if he wasn't entirely so on the inside. "You've done nothing but convince me that you don't deserve it."
"It's war why, shouldn't I expect torture?" America spat, he hated England so much right now, so very, very much. "Then what do you have me in here for? Why am I tied up to a chair in this room with just you in it? I know it isn't just for talking," America said, he wasn't stupid, he knew England had to have planned something.
"I've already told you, Alfred. This isn't a war. You have absolutely no chance to defeat me," England responded flatly. "This is a tantrum. The tantrum of a child who thinks he knows what's best. I don't hold it against you, of course," he continued. "It's my own fault for not being around enough..." The Briton sighed. "I should have recognized that you needed a little more guidance than the others after that tea party of yours." Yes, he should have seen it, he should have known that America was going to be his problem child out of the bunch. "However, this is not the right way to cry out for attention! You're costing thousands of soldiers their lives!”
America hated being called a child, he was an adult, a grown adult who could make his own decisions. "That stupid tea party wouldn't have happened if you weren't so greedy about your shitty tasting tea in the first place!" America screamed. "Now if all you have planned is to just stand there and insult me then just fucking leave, you won't change my mind, nothing will."
“Vulgarity is not helping your cause, Alfred!" said England, raising his voice slightly. "I know it can be hard to give things up for the greater good, but what do you think I DO with the money you pay me in taxes? I put them to use in wars, Alfred! Not only for my sake, but for yours as well! Shall I list all the times I've had to send my soldiers over to help you with something that, in all honesty, was your own fault? Soldiers that had to travel across the sea, leaving their friends and family, only for you to decide that you wouldn't so much as allow them some hospitality?"
"Just...shut up okay, go away, I don't want to see you right now, just leave." he said, lowering his voice. "You still haven't answered my question. What are you planning to do with me? Why am I tied up in here alone if not for an interrogation?" he asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice. He had heard stories of how scary England could be, especially during a war.
[Part 18] Remember Your Place (3)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 00:05:23 UTC
"Alfred, I'm not going to hurt you." Once again, England couldn't help but sigh as he pulled up a chair to sit in front of his set of colonies. "I'll probably give you a good caning once this is over, but if you're afraid that I'm going to use something such as the rack, you can be at ease. You're not my enemy, Alfred. Not like France. Ha, now HIM I wouldn't mind torturing..." He chuckled and gave America a pat on the head. All he had to do was remind Alfred that he was still just a child. The poor lad... Though he was clearly trying to hide it, England was old enough to recognize the fear. "Now, why don't you relax and have some tea? I have a kettle of hot water ready in the kitchen. I'll even add some sugar for you. How does that sound?"
"I don't want your damn tea." America spat, he hated the stuff, had always hated it. “You bring me some and I'll just spit it back out," he said, glaring right at England. He had no idea why England was making him tea but he knew he couldn't be forced to drink the disgusting beverage, in fact he would spit it out right in England's face, smirking at the very thought.
England willed himself not to lose his patience. "Alfred, I want you to ask yourself something right now; what are you trying to accomplish here? Not only by acting like a spoiled brat, but by starting this whole revolution... If it can even be CALLED that. The both of us know how this will end, and personally, I would prefer minimal casualties." He stood up once again. "You insist that you're an adult, Alfred, but all I see is the child I found in that field years ago, crying out for attention... And because he didn't get his way. Look at yourself. You can't even break free of that chair."
"I'm trying to prove that I'm strong, that I'm independent and I don't need you." America said, starting to struggle in his bindings again. "This isn't a cry for attention, it's me wanting recognition, me wanting to be treated like an equal, me wanting you to just respect me," he went on, England's words getting on his nerves.
England quietly nodded, not interrupting America as he listed his reasons. "You want to prove that you're strong?" he repeated quietly. "That you're independent, and don't need me? Very well. Prove it to me. Get out of those bindings." He shook his head and lifted some of the spare rope he had used to tie up Alfred with off the table. "It takes hundreds of years to become strong, Alfred. To REMAIN strong, even in the middle of a war." Without hesitation, he held either end of the rope, pulled it taut, and broke it with a loud snap. While he couldn't swing large animals around in the air, nations were still gifted with greater strength than a human, unless the country itself deteriorated. "I did respect you, Alfred. I gave you far more freedom than some colonies can even hope for. You seem to have confused 'respect' with 'being spoiled rotten.' "
"So I'm a little weak right now, I've been starving out in a battlefield for days with hardly any sleep, you can't expect me to be at my strongest after that." America said, continuing to struggle. "Besides, how am I supposed to get strong if you don't let me? And freedom? Don't make me laugh, my people were heavily taxed and yet not even represented in your government, that doesn't sound like respect at all."
[Part 18] Remember Your Place (4)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 00:06:44 UTC
"You're not the only one who's been on the battlefield, Alfred. Do you think it's easy for me, being so far from my own land to do harm to my own colony?" asked England, eyes narrowing. He still refused to call it a 'war.' "I HAVE allowed you to get stronger, Alfred! I want you to be able to better protect yourself, without needing me as much as you currently do! You, however, take that as permission to venture further west and pester those savages! AND France! Who, by the way, is very EXPENSIVE to fight so unnecessarily! I will give you representation when you can make responsible decisions, something you have yet to show me that you can do!" He stepped back and took a deep breath. "I'm going to go get the tea... While I'm gone, I want you to think about what you've done, and what you're costing the both of us." He turned around and left the room without another word. If there was one thing America could do without fail, it was give him a headache.
America said nothing, he didn't have anything to say to England anyways. He wasn't drinking that damn tea and that was final. He had every right to go west, and it wasn't his fault France had been bothering England. Sighing he lowered his head, how long had he been out anyways? Must have been awhile, hopefully the other would just throw him in a cell soon, he didn't want to think about it but it had been a long time since he had relieved himself.
England returned with a tray, two cups of tea placed side by side. "Have you calmed down a little, Alfred? No more foul language, and no more struggling?" He had thought it all over while he got the drinks. "How many lumps of sugar would you like?" His plan to show America that he was still a little set of colonies that needed to be taken care of by an older, stronger empire.
"None, I won't be drinking your shitty tea and if you dare force it in my mouth I will spit it back in your face!" he said, wondering why England was so dead set on making him drink it. "Just throw me in a cell for now, I know that's what's going to happen later, no use keeping me tied to a chair."
England rolled his eyes. "You're being ridiculous! I'm not going to torture you, or lock you up in a cell, or whatever other awful things you're imagining. I'm your older brother, Alfred!" He set the tray aside and cupped a hand against America's cheek. "I don't enjoy hurting you any more than you like being hurt. I know you feel like you hate me right now, but believe me, you'll look back on this in a hundred years and wonder what you were thinking!"
America shook his head out of England's grip, he would NEVER do such a thing, he was going to fight until he was independent. "Fuck you, you're just afraid you're going to lose a war to a mere colony," he spat, avoiding eye contact with England, he knew he was losing his composure and he hated it, how was England staying so calm?
[Part 18] Remember Your Place (5)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 00:08:01 UTC
England exhaled. His little set of American colonies could be so unreasonable sometimes! It was hard to believe he was Matthew's twin. "Alfred, what did I say about foul language? It's not going to get you anywhere. Do you think this is some sort of a novel? Do you think you're being the hero right now, Alfred? Do you think I enjoy slaughtering my little brother's people? This is NOT a game, Alfred, but you certainly are treating it like one. Do you want to know what happens in a real war? Because I could go on for hours about all the things I've seen. All the things I've DONE, Alfred. Do you know what happens in wars? People are captured, much like the American soldiers currently being held at gunpoint in another room. Do you know what happens to the people who are captured? They're tortured, Alfred. I don't want to torture you... But if I need to use your people as an example, you can sit and watch what your own immaturity has brought upon you. Now..." England continued, taking a moment to relax once again. "How many lumps of sugar?"
"T-Two" America muttered, always enjoying his drinks on the sweet side. Tears came to his eyes, he knew England wouldn't hesitate to hurt his soldiers, while the other wouldn't torture him he had heard from others (mainly France) of what England was capable of. He wondered if that was all true, if England really would hurt his soldiers just because he wouldn't drink the damn tea. Oh well he thought, he may have lost the battle but the war could still be won, he could still win, he could.
"There, there," England murmured, placing a hand on America's head and ruffling his hair. "It's alright, there's no need to cry. Big brother is here..." His poor Alfred was just confused. It was scary to fight someone stronger than you; Arthur knew that. He added the sugar to America's cup and turned around once again. Though he didn't intend to untie America's waist and legs... "Do you think you can remain calm if I untie your hands, or do you need me to hold this tea for you?"
America refused to say anything, and how DARE England think he was crying. He was not crying, he just had some dirt or something in his eyes, that's all. Yeah, he was dirty from the battlefield and some got in his eyes, made perfect sense. He glared right at England's back, starting to struggle again, he was going to get out of it himself, not let England do it for him.
England sighed. "I'll take that as a 'no,' then?" America would come around eventually... Poor thing was probably convinced he would end up sleeping in a cold, damp, moldy dungeon, trying to put on a brave face in spite of the underlying terror... That was alright, he would accept it eventually, and England would be right there to give him a hug when he started crying. He didn't want to make Alfred cry, of course, but he had no other options. Lifting up the tea, he gently pressed it to America's lips. "Go on, drink. It's okay, I let it cool down enough not to burn."
After a few moments America parted his lips, knowing resisting would do nothing. Slowly he felt the hot drink pour into his mouth as he quickly swallowed, luckily England was right, it was just the right temperature, he still hated it though, half tempted to spit it right back out. No...he couldn't, not with England's previous threat.
[Part 18] Remember Your Place (6)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 00:09:28 UTC
"There you go. See? Easy," England said softly, pulling the cup away. "Now, I know you're going to hate hearing this word, but I promise it isn't as bad as it sounds... I think it's about time we had a talk about your surrender. The both of us know how this is going to end if you don't, and I don't want that to happen. You have such a beautiful land! Neither of us want to see that turned to ash, but I can only hold the king back for so long..."
Surrender...? No...no he couldn't. "No, I will continue fighting." he said, looking England right in the eyes. "I can't betray what MY people want just because you can't stand to lose," he went on, he couldn't lose either, not after all the effort he had put into this war.
"Alfred..." Why did he have to be so stubborn? "You're just a child. Leave your people to me. I don't mean to insult you, Alfred, but they're colonists. They're uneducated, another blunder on my part. What of the loyalists who don't want this? What of those who are neutral, the people who have to pay the price for something they didn't ask for?"
America struggled again in his chair, the need to relieve himself increasing. "Let me out of this chair England." he simply said, avoiding the question entirely. "You can tie me back to it in a minute, just...untie me for right now." America demanded, a look of discomfort on his face.
England recognized that look from years ago. Time for more tea. "No, I think you need to drink more." He pressed the cup against America's lips once again. "You aren't in any position to be making orders. When you can mentally mature, I will consider giving you representation. As you are now, though? I would sooner give it to a six-year-old human."
America shuddered, his bladder felt like it was going to burst any minute now. Obediently though he opened his mouth and drank more, still remembering England's threat. "Listen, just...just let me...damn it England untie me right now." he shouted, using all the will power he had to hold it in, he couldn't do this in front of England, not when he was trying so hard to prove he was a capable adult.
Again, England shook his head. "No, Alfred. I'm not going to untie you. The last thing I need is for you to have a temper tantrum and break everything. You can get out of that chair when you can prove to me that you're going to be calm." He had still barred up the windows, of course, and he would have guards posted outside. Just in case. He wouldn't have them do the lad too much harm, just keep him in his room.
America whimpered, he couldn't hold it in anymore, it had been several hours since he had last relieved himself and the tea he had just had was no help. "N-No...please." he softly said, warm, wet spot appearing on the front of his pants, America doing his best to stop it, unable to do so as more and more kept coming, soon running down his leg and pooling on the floor. He had never felt so humiliated before in his life, the last time he had an accident was when he was still really little and would wet the bed.
England wanted to smile. He wanted to say, 'See? I told you so!' However, that would have been childish. So when he noticed the wet spot on America's trousers, he simply shook his head and set the tea aside. "You could have spoken up if you needed to relieve yourself. Any adult would have." He had known exactly what would happen. America was too immature to admit that he needed anything. "Only children wet themselves, little one."
[Part 18] Remember Your Place (7)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 00:11:05 UTC
Finally, finally it stopped and America's pants were left covered in urine, his chair and the floor around him were as well. Tears sprang to his eyes again, falling down his face at the realization at what had just happened. "I-It was an accident, I told you to let me go, you wouldn't let me go!" he said, still in shock.
"I would have untied you if you explained to me exactly what the problem was," England replied, rubbing his temples. He had known it would hurt to reduce America to tears, but it had to be done. It was simply for the best. "Oh, Alfred... You're still so young. You need to let the adults make the decisions for now. We representatives mature far slower than humans. It isn't your fault, it's just the way things are. Many of us spent decades or even centuries as small children. Just because you grew a little faster than normal doesn't mean you're ready to take care of yourself."
"No...no, I-I'm an adult, even...even adults can have accidents," America whimpered, he felt all his pride disappearing as he glanced down at the large wet streak in his pants. He let out a sob, his shoulders quivering as he looked away from England, the dampness in his pants getting cold, causing him to shiver a bit.
It was clear that the wet trousers were bothering his brother. "Alfred, you could have easily avoided this, and you know it. Now..." he said, stepping over towards the back of the chair. "Why don't we go get you cleaned up? I'll have some water drawn for a bath, and then you can change into something else. How does that sound?"
"F-Fuck you...just fuck you, you somehow knew this was going to happen, somehow!" America sobbed, feeling so very pathetic. Maybe England was right, he had never seen the other have an accident like this after all and England was an adult, but still, he was so sure he could be one too.
"Alfred, dear..." England began, only to change his mind. "Very well, I'll leave and have the water drawn first. You can get out of the chair when you decide to be a big boy and calm down." He turned to the door and strolled out of the room, only daring to let himself smile when he was sure America wouldn't be able to see. Again, he didn't want to make Alfred suffer, but it was good to know that he seemed to be getting through to the boy. The only reason he grew so fast was because he had England to help him. He was still a child at heart. "Excuse me?" he said, tapping one of the maids on the shoulder. "I need some water drawn for my little brother's bath. Go on, get to it."
"Yes, sir," she replied with a nod, lifting her dress and scurrying off.
America continued to sob, struggling more in his bindings, he just couldn't believe what had happened. He was pathetic, absolutely pathetic. England was right, no adult would mess themselves like that, an adult would have simply asked but nooo, he let his stubborn pride get in the way.
[Part 18] Remember Your Place (8)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 00:12:52 UTC
It was at least ten minutes before England returned. "I had several people drawing the water, so it's already prepared. Are you ready to get out of the chair now, or do you need a little longer?" He waited in the doorway for a response, ready to leave if America began to yell again. There were ways to discipline a child that didn't involve physical contact. For one such as his little brother, ignoring him until he calmed down always seemed to be an effective strategy.
America shivered again, sniffling a bit as his tears died down. Silently he nodded his head yes, he wanted out, he was soaked and cold and humiliated. "E-England...am...am I really just a child? Is that all I am?" he suddenly asked, more tears forming in his eyes as his lower lip quivered, a habit he had never gotten out of whenever he would try to hold in his crying.
England shook his head and stepped closer, beginning to untie the ropes holding America in place. He would keep him close, to make sure he didn't try any last-minute running away, but there were guards posted everywhere even if he did. "Alfred, you ARE still a child, and you have to accept that... However, I do care for you. If I didn't, do you honestly think I would be working so hard to save you? You could be hurt without my protection as you are now. I don't want that to happen to you." As soon as the ropes were undone, he pulled America into a hug, avoiding the puddle on the floor. "You're such a strong lad... But you aren't strong enough to take on the world, as a full-grown nation must. We were all children once, Alfred. It's not a bad thing to be young. You should enjoy it while you can. If something ever happens to me - not that it will - you'll have to pull yourself up by the bootstraps and make it work. It isn't fun and games, Alfred. You shouldn't be in such a hurry to grow up."
At first America didn't hug back, he was too ashamed, a part of him even wanted to fight back and run off but he knew England must be well prepared, probably guards everywhere, plus he couldn't exactly run off with an obvious stain like that in his trousers. "I-I'm sorry England, I-I just want more respect, I'm tired of being a child." he mumbled, slowly wrapped his arms around the other. "Ya know, I-I...I hate being so young, I want to be big and strong like you."
England chuckled and gave America a light peck on the cheek. "You'll get older eventually, Alfred. We all do. You might even be a mighty empire with your own colonies someday, giving them the same talk I'm giving you now." He highly doubted that, but he wanted to make America feel at least a little better about himself. "You just have to be patient. I would have loved to be in your situation when I was your age, Alfred, but not everyone is nice. France, Russia, Spain... There are many who would go out of their way to take you for themselves and drain you of your resources until there's nothing left. I'm only doing what's best for you. You'll understand someday. Now come along, there's a bath waiting for you outside, and it's going to get cold." He let go of the thirteen colonies and beckoned for him to get up. "I'm not happy with your actions, but I'm proud that you're able to admit that you're wrong. It takes maturity to do that."
America briefly smiled at that word, 'maturity,' as he let go of England. "N-No one will see me on our way will they? It's quite obvious what just happened," he said, face heating up in embarrassment. He still hated himself for doing it, for basically proving to England that he really was a child who still had accidents and needed cleaning up after, he was so sure he could handle being an adult too.
[Part 18] Remember Your Place (9)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 00:14:03 UTC
"They're all either busy with their duties or busy guarding the rooms where your people are locked up. Don't worry," England added, smiling. "They'll be released after everything is finalized, I promise. This way." He turned around and led the way out of the room, checking the hallway to make sure it was empty. "Excuse me? You," England told the soldier standing guard outside. "I have everything under control here, you're dismissed." He didn't want to embarrass America any more after finally calming him down.
America stayed silent, hoping England was right and that no one would see him right now. He just desperately wanted out of his soiled uniform, the uniform he felt he shouldn't even be wearing anymore, he was too young and stupid to win a war anyways he thought to himself. How could he expect to win against England when he couldn't even hold his pee in, the thought bringing more tears to his eyes.
The wooden bath, when they reached it, was about three quarters of the way full. A quick check with his hand proved that, miraculously, it was still warm enough to use. "Well, remove your clothes, then... I'll have a maid take care of them." The 'you won't need it anymore, anyway' went unspoken. "For what it's worth... It was an interesting uniform. You should save a few. It's a part of your history now, for better or for worse, and you'll be kicking yourself later if you get rid of it for good." Just so long as he didn't see it during his visits.
"Yeah, okay." America mumbled, waiting for England to leave. "Uhmm, England aren't you going to leave so I can take my bath? Or at least turn around so I can undress?" he asked, sure they were both men, brothers even but America still wanted some privacy.
"Alfred, I've seen you naked before," England pointed out, but he turned around anyway. "Somebody had to bathe you before you could do it yourself." He wasn't too concerned, anyway. Though he had cleared the hall, there were still enough guards just in case America decided to try and run away last-minute.
America quickly stripped off all his clothes before getting in the bathwater, sighing as the warmth washed over him. He wondered what he should do, probably end the war, maybe something could be worked out between him and England. Now that he thought about it maybe rushing off into a war was a stupid idea, how could he be expected to defeat England, anyways?
Upon hearing the water moving in the bath, England turned around once again to pick up America's uniform. "I'll have it washed..." Rather than thrown away. Even if America didn't want it, he wanted a keepsake of the day his little brother learned a valuable lesson. "Henrietta!" he called, heading back into the hallway with the soiled clothes.
America was even more embarrassed, he just wanted the thing burnt, never to look at it again. Quickly he started washing up, trying to keep his tears in for when England got back, he didn't want the other to see him crying even more.
England returned shortly, without the clothes. "Do you need anything, Alfred? I'm afraid we've run out of soap. It's not exactly a priority in battle..." He laughed and sifted his fingers through America's hair. "I've also sent word back home about what's happened. A letter is also being sent to Mr. Washington. If you want, I can confront him first."
"Y-You didn't give away any exact details right?" America asked, hoping England had just written that he had changed his mind and maybe war was a bad idea. "A-And I'll go with you, I..." he wanted to say he didn't need England to do this for him but earlier had proved that he in fact did need England to take care of him.
[Part 18] Remember Your Place (10)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 00:15:58 UTC
"It's alright, I understand," said England, nodding. "You may come along, if you want. I worded the letter as delicately as I could... Now, I think it's about time you dried off. The water is probably getting cold." He set down a set of folded, wool clothing for the younger to wear to bed. The discussion that he knew had to happen regarding the actions to be taken in fixing the whole mess could wait until tomorrow. It had been a long day for the both of them. His poor brother was probably tired, and he had a lot of work that would be best done uninterrupted. "There's some spare hardtack from the journey over, and plenty of water, but not too much else, I'm afraid. We're still awaiting more supplies." They couldn't get any from the colonists for obvious reasons.
"I'm fine, not hungry." America mumbled, waiting for England to turn around again before standing up and drying himself off. How could he look his men in the face and tell them the war was a bad idea? He knew they would be disappointed but he had no other choice, maybe he would stay with England for awhile after this he thought, they were all old anyways, he could always come back once they've all died or something.
As soon as he was sure his brother was dressed, England turned around once again. "This way... Do you want to sleep on your own, or do you want to sleep with me?" America was still due for a bad caning, but that was another thing that could wait until the next day.
"I guess with you." America mumbled, feeling pathetic for saying it. Still, it had been years since he had last shared a bed with England, it would be nice, it would also keep him warm, he was getting quite cold.
England wrapped his hand over America's shoulder. Though Alfred was taller, he was still Arthur’s little set of colonies. "Very well. Are you sure you don't want any water? Tea?” Tea was yet another thing he was running low on, but it wasn't the end of the world if they had to turn to water alone until the supply ship arrived.
"Maybe some water, I don't want any tea." America mumbled, leaning in close to England. "But honestly I'm just tired, I would be fine without water if you don't wanna get me any." he said, yawning. He hoped tomorrow would be a better day, a fresh new start he figured.
"That's quite alright, Alfred." England ushered him into the room before once again calling one of the maids over; the same one that had drawn the water. One couldn't exactly bring too many luxuries over with them during a war. The two that did come only did so because their relatives were among those going to 'war.' "Go get some water for my brother. If all goes well, your son Timothy won't see battle, after all." Not there, at least, but it was enough to get her to nod and immediately run off to do just that.
[Part 18] Remember Your Place (11 - FINAL)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 00:19:11 UTC
America sat on the bed and waited, wishing England would stop bringing up the war, the war that he should have never started in the first place. After all, he couldn't even control his body, how could he control a whole nation had he won?
She returned shortly with a bowl of water, rather than a cup. "I'm sorry, sir, but the cups are all being used by the soldiers. It was either this or a bucket."
"It's fine. Thank you, Emily," England told her, nodding respecfully and shutting the door after she was gone. "Alfred, you heard that, right? Just be careful when you drink out of it so that it doesn't spill. It's cold enough today without a wet cot to sleep in."
America nodded, taking the bowl and carefully drinking up all the water. "Can we go to sleep now? I...I just want to forget this day ever happened." he said, avoiding looking at England again. "Surely you're tired as well, plus we need our sleep for tomorrow."
Well, he had intended to continue working, but come to think of it, he WAS tired... "You're not getting out of your punishment, but yes, I think you're right about getting some sleep." Tomorrow was going to be exhausting. Not only that, but he would probably need to raise taxes again once all was said and done to pay for the resources the whole thing had caused him, further angering the people of the thirteen colonies. Uhg. There was no winning sometimes.
America lied down in the bed, it was small but he didn't mind, sharing it with another person would mean he would stay warm. "G'night England." he mumbled, pulling the blanket up and rolling on his side, wondering what his punishment would be. He just hoped his people would be okay and not be too angry at the fact that he was ending all this.
"Good night, Alfred," England whispered back, kissing him on the forehead and getting in himself, too tired to change out of his uniform. Eh, it wouldn't be the first time he had slept in it. "Sleep well." Lord knew it would be the first proper rest Arthur had gotten for some time.
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A/N That's all, folks. Hope this is what the requester wanted. If not, err, sorry about that, and we hope you like it anyway! :3
Re: [Part 18] Remember Your Place (11 - FINAL)
anonymous
June 10 2011, 03:18:26 UTC
Very well done and descriptive. I could see how in a moment of weakness Alfred could be coaxed into trusting Arthur...
My only problem with this was the ending. What would trigger Alfred into wanting to fight England again? Unless this is an alternate universe where America doesn't win independence?
But don't get me wrong. I did overall really like this fill. :)
So sorry for not commenting earlier, I totally missed this.
This was so, so good anon. I have such a humiliation and wetting kink, and this was just the sort of thing I was hoping for. Seriously, well written and I love how Arthur manipulated Alfred like that. Just... <33
(Also, did you link this in the fills list? I didn't see it there, and if you didn't, it'd be awesome if you did - it's so good, I'm sure others would want to read)
Re: [Part 18] Remember Your Place (11 - FINAL)
anonymous
February 2 2012, 18:51:04 UTC
Wow... This was awesome. I liked the balance of manipulative Imperial!England and the concern for his younger brother. Alfred's reactions seemed IC to me, as were England's.
I'd really like to see Washington's (and the other's) reactions to Alfred surrendering to Arthur and how the meeting between them would go.
"Torture?" England repeated, raising an eyebrow. "I raised you, Alfred! Do you really think I would stoop so low as to torture you?" He didn't want to admit how much it hurt to hear what America thought of him. No... He couldn't take it so personally. Just a childish tantrum... Just a childish tantrum... "I'm ashamed of you, Alfred. Truly, deeply ashamed. I was so convinced that you had grown up. Had you been patient like your siblings, I may have considered giving you the representation you asked for." He took another step forward, not once breaking eye contact. The British Empire knew how to emanate confidence, even if he wasn't entirely so on the inside. "You've done nothing but convince me that you don't deserve it."
"It's war why, shouldn't I expect torture?" America spat, he hated England so much right now, so very, very much. "Then what do you have me in here for? Why am I tied up to a chair in this room with just you in it? I know it isn't just for talking," America said, he wasn't stupid, he knew England had to have planned something.
"I've already told you, Alfred. This isn't a war. You have absolutely no chance to defeat me," England responded flatly. "This is a tantrum. The tantrum of a child who thinks he knows what's best. I don't hold it against you, of course," he continued. "It's my own fault for not being around enough..." The Briton sighed. "I should have recognized that you needed a little more guidance than the others after that tea party of yours." Yes, he should have seen it, he should have known that America was going to be his problem child out of the bunch. "However, this is not the right way to cry out for attention! You're costing thousands of soldiers their lives!”
America hated being called a child, he was an adult, a grown adult who could make his own decisions. "That stupid tea party wouldn't have happened if you weren't so greedy about your shitty tasting tea in the first place!" America screamed. "Now if all you have planned is to just stand there and insult me then just fucking leave, you won't change my mind, nothing will."
“Vulgarity is not helping your cause, Alfred!" said England, raising his voice slightly. "I know it can be hard to give things up for the greater good, but what do you think I DO with the money you pay me in taxes? I put them to use in wars, Alfred! Not only for my sake, but for yours as well! Shall I list all the times I've had to send my soldiers over to help you with something that, in all honesty, was your own fault? Soldiers that had to travel across the sea, leaving their friends and family, only for you to decide that you wouldn't so much as allow them some hospitality?"
"Just...shut up okay, go away, I don't want to see you right now, just leave." he said, lowering his voice. "You still haven't answered my question. What are you planning to do with me? Why am I tied up in here alone if not for an interrogation?" he asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice. He had heard stories of how scary England could be, especially during a war.
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"I don't want your damn tea." America spat, he hated the stuff, had always hated it. “You bring me some and I'll just spit it back out," he said, glaring right at England. He had no idea why England was making him tea but he knew he couldn't be forced to drink the disgusting beverage, in fact he would spit it out right in England's face, smirking at the very thought.
England willed himself not to lose his patience. "Alfred, I want you to ask yourself something right now; what are you trying to accomplish here? Not only by acting like a spoiled brat, but by starting this whole revolution... If it can even be CALLED that. The both of us know how this will end, and personally, I would prefer minimal casualties." He stood up once again. "You insist that you're an adult, Alfred, but all I see is the child I found in that field years ago, crying out for attention... And because he didn't get his way. Look at yourself. You can't even break free of that chair."
"I'm trying to prove that I'm strong, that I'm independent and I don't need you." America said, starting to struggle in his bindings again. "This isn't a cry for attention, it's me wanting recognition, me wanting to be treated like an equal, me wanting you to just respect me," he went on, England's words getting on his nerves.
England quietly nodded, not interrupting America as he listed his reasons. "You want to prove that you're strong?" he repeated quietly. "That you're independent, and don't need me? Very well. Prove it to me. Get out of those bindings." He shook his head and lifted some of the spare rope he had used to tie up Alfred with off the table. "It takes hundreds of years to become strong, Alfred. To REMAIN strong, even in the middle of a war." Without hesitation, he held either end of the rope, pulled it taut, and broke it with a loud snap. While he couldn't swing large animals around in the air, nations were still gifted with greater strength than a human, unless the country itself deteriorated. "I did respect you, Alfred. I gave you far more freedom than some colonies can even hope for. You seem to have confused 'respect' with 'being spoiled rotten.' "
"So I'm a little weak right now, I've been starving out in a battlefield for days with hardly any sleep, you can't expect me to be at my strongest after that." America said, continuing to struggle. "Besides, how am I supposed to get strong if you don't let me? And freedom? Don't make me laugh, my people were heavily taxed and yet not even represented in your government, that doesn't sound like respect at all."
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America said nothing, he didn't have anything to say to England anyways. He wasn't drinking that damn tea and that was final. He had every right to go west, and it wasn't his fault France had been bothering England. Sighing he lowered his head, how long had he been out anyways? Must have been awhile, hopefully the other would just throw him in a cell soon, he didn't want to think about it but it had been a long time since he had relieved himself.
England returned with a tray, two cups of tea placed side by side. "Have you calmed down a little, Alfred? No more foul language, and no more struggling?" He had thought it all over while he got the drinks. "How many lumps of sugar would you like?" His plan to show America that he was still a little set of colonies that needed to be taken care of by an older, stronger empire.
"None, I won't be drinking your shitty tea and if you dare force it in my mouth I will spit it back in your face!" he said, wondering why England was so dead set on making him drink it. "Just throw me in a cell for now, I know that's what's going to happen later, no use keeping me tied to a chair."
England rolled his eyes. "You're being ridiculous! I'm not going to torture you, or lock you up in a cell, or whatever other awful things you're imagining. I'm your older brother, Alfred!" He set the tray aside and cupped a hand against America's cheek. "I don't enjoy hurting you any more than you like being hurt. I know you feel like you hate me right now, but believe me, you'll look back on this in a hundred years and wonder what you were thinking!"
America shook his head out of England's grip, he would NEVER do such a thing, he was going to fight until he was independent. "Fuck you, you're just afraid you're going to lose a war to a mere colony," he spat, avoiding eye contact with England, he knew he was losing his composure and he hated it, how was England staying so calm?
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"T-Two" America muttered, always enjoying his drinks on the sweet side. Tears came to his eyes, he knew England wouldn't hesitate to hurt his soldiers, while the other wouldn't torture him he had heard from others (mainly France) of what England was capable of. He wondered if that was all true, if England really would hurt his soldiers just because he wouldn't drink the damn tea. Oh well he thought, he may have lost the battle but the war could still be won, he could still win, he could.
"There, there," England murmured, placing a hand on America's head and ruffling his hair. "It's alright, there's no need to cry. Big brother is here..." His poor Alfred was just confused. It was scary to fight someone stronger than you; Arthur knew that. He added the sugar to America's cup and turned around once again. Though he didn't intend to untie America's waist and legs... "Do you think you can remain calm if I untie your hands, or do you need me to hold this tea for you?"
America refused to say anything, and how DARE England think he was crying. He was not crying, he just had some dirt or something in his eyes, that's all. Yeah, he was dirty from the battlefield and some got in his eyes, made perfect sense. He glared right at England's back, starting to struggle again, he was going to get out of it himself, not let England do it for him.
England sighed. "I'll take that as a 'no,' then?" America would come around eventually... Poor thing was probably convinced he would end up sleeping in a cold, damp, moldy dungeon, trying to put on a brave face in spite of the underlying terror... That was alright, he would accept it eventually, and England would be right there to give him a hug when he started crying. He didn't want to make Alfred cry, of course, but he had no other options. Lifting up the tea, he gently pressed it to America's lips. "Go on, drink. It's okay, I let it cool down enough not to burn."
After a few moments America parted his lips, knowing resisting would do nothing. Slowly he felt the hot drink pour into his mouth as he quickly swallowed, luckily England was right, it was just the right temperature, he still hated it though, half tempted to spit it right back out. No...he couldn't, not with England's previous threat.
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Surrender...? No...no he couldn't. "No, I will continue fighting." he said, looking England right in the eyes. "I can't betray what MY people want just because you can't stand to lose," he went on, he couldn't lose either, not after all the effort he had put into this war.
"Alfred..." Why did he have to be so stubborn? "You're just a child. Leave your people to me. I don't mean to insult you, Alfred, but they're colonists. They're uneducated, another blunder on my part. What of the loyalists who don't want this? What of those who are neutral, the people who have to pay the price for something they didn't ask for?"
America struggled again in his chair, the need to relieve himself increasing. "Let me out of this chair England." he simply said, avoiding the question entirely. "You can tie me back to it in a minute, just...untie me for right now." America demanded, a look of discomfort on his face.
England recognized that look from years ago. Time for more tea. "No, I think you need to drink more." He pressed the cup against America's lips once again. "You aren't in any position to be making orders. When you can mentally mature, I will consider giving you representation. As you are now, though? I would sooner give it to a six-year-old human."
America shuddered, his bladder felt like it was going to burst any minute now. Obediently though he opened his mouth and drank more, still remembering England's threat. "Listen, just...just let me...damn it England untie me right now." he shouted, using all the will power he had to hold it in, he couldn't do this in front of England, not when he was trying so hard to prove he was a capable adult.
Again, England shook his head. "No, Alfred. I'm not going to untie you. The last thing I need is for you to have a temper tantrum and break everything. You can get out of that chair when you can prove to me that you're going to be calm." He had still barred up the windows, of course, and he would have guards posted outside. Just in case. He wouldn't have them do the lad too much harm, just keep him in his room.
America whimpered, he couldn't hold it in anymore, it had been several hours since he had last relieved himself and the tea he had just had was no help. "N-No...please." he softly said, warm, wet spot appearing on the front of his pants, America doing his best to stop it, unable to do so as more and more kept coming, soon running down his leg and pooling on the floor. He had never felt so humiliated before in his life, the last time he had an accident was when he was still really little and would wet the bed.
England wanted to smile. He wanted to say, 'See? I told you so!' However, that would have been childish. So when he noticed the wet spot on America's trousers, he simply shook his head and set the tea aside. "You could have spoken up if you needed to relieve yourself. Any adult would have." He had known exactly what would happen. America was too immature to admit that he needed anything. "Only children wet themselves, little one."
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"I would have untied you if you explained to me exactly what the problem was," England replied, rubbing his temples. He had known it would hurt to reduce America to tears, but it had to be done. It was simply for the best. "Oh, Alfred... You're still so young. You need to let the adults make the decisions for now. We representatives mature far slower than humans. It isn't your fault, it's just the way things are. Many of us spent decades or even centuries as small children. Just because you grew a little faster than normal doesn't mean you're ready to take care of yourself."
"No...no, I-I'm an adult, even...even adults can have accidents," America whimpered, he felt all his pride disappearing as he glanced down at the large wet streak in his pants. He let out a sob, his shoulders quivering as he looked away from England, the dampness in his pants getting cold, causing him to shiver a bit.
It was clear that the wet trousers were bothering his brother. "Alfred, you could have easily avoided this, and you know it. Now..." he said, stepping over towards the back of the chair. "Why don't we go get you cleaned up? I'll have some water drawn for a bath, and then you can change into something else. How does that sound?"
"F-Fuck you...just fuck you, you somehow knew this was going to happen, somehow!" America sobbed, feeling so very pathetic. Maybe England was right, he had never seen the other have an accident like this after all and England was an adult, but still, he was so sure he could be one too.
"Alfred, dear..." England began, only to change his mind. "Very well, I'll leave and have the water drawn first. You can get out of the chair when you decide to be a big boy and calm down." He turned to the door and strolled out of the room, only daring to let himself smile when he was sure America wouldn't be able to see. Again, he didn't want to make Alfred suffer, but it was good to know that he seemed to be getting through to the boy. The only reason he grew so fast was because he had England to help him. He was still a child at heart. "Excuse me?" he said, tapping one of the maids on the shoulder. "I need some water drawn for my little brother's bath. Go on, get to it."
"Yes, sir," she replied with a nod, lifting her dress and scurrying off.
America continued to sob, struggling more in his bindings, he just couldn't believe what had happened. He was pathetic, absolutely pathetic. England was right, no adult would mess themselves like that, an adult would have simply asked but nooo, he let his stubborn pride get in the way.
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America shivered again, sniffling a bit as his tears died down. Silently he nodded his head yes, he wanted out, he was soaked and cold and humiliated. "E-England...am...am I really just a child? Is that all I am?" he suddenly asked, more tears forming in his eyes as his lower lip quivered, a habit he had never gotten out of whenever he would try to hold in his crying.
England shook his head and stepped closer, beginning to untie the ropes holding America in place. He would keep him close, to make sure he didn't try any last-minute running away, but there were guards posted everywhere even if he did. "Alfred, you ARE still a child, and you have to accept that... However, I do care for you. If I didn't, do you honestly think I would be working so hard to save you? You could be hurt without my protection as you are now. I don't want that to happen to you." As soon as the ropes were undone, he pulled America into a hug, avoiding the puddle on the floor. "You're such a strong lad... But you aren't strong enough to take on the world, as a full-grown nation must. We were all children once, Alfred. It's not a bad thing to be young. You should enjoy it while you can. If something ever happens to me - not that it will - you'll have to pull yourself up by the bootstraps and make it work. It isn't fun and games, Alfred. You shouldn't be in such a hurry to grow up."
At first America didn't hug back, he was too ashamed, a part of him even wanted to fight back and run off but he knew England must be well prepared, probably guards everywhere, plus he couldn't exactly run off with an obvious stain like that in his trousers. "I-I'm sorry England, I-I just want more respect, I'm tired of being a child." he mumbled, slowly wrapped his arms around the other. "Ya know, I-I...I hate being so young, I want to be big and strong like you."
England chuckled and gave America a light peck on the cheek. "You'll get older eventually, Alfred. We all do. You might even be a mighty empire with your own colonies someday, giving them the same talk I'm giving you now." He highly doubted that, but he wanted to make America feel at least a little better about himself. "You just have to be patient. I would have loved to be in your situation when I was your age, Alfred, but not everyone is nice. France, Russia, Spain... There are many who would go out of their way to take you for themselves and drain you of your resources until there's nothing left. I'm only doing what's best for you. You'll understand someday. Now come along, there's a bath waiting for you outside, and it's going to get cold." He let go of the thirteen colonies and beckoned for him to get up. "I'm not happy with your actions, but I'm proud that you're able to admit that you're wrong. It takes maturity to do that."
America briefly smiled at that word, 'maturity,' as he let go of England. "N-No one will see me on our way will they? It's quite obvious what just happened," he said, face heating up in embarrassment. He still hated himself for doing it, for basically proving to England that he really was a child who still had accidents and needed cleaning up after, he was so sure he could handle being an adult too.
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America stayed silent, hoping England was right and that no one would see him right now. He just desperately wanted out of his soiled uniform, the uniform he felt he shouldn't even be wearing anymore, he was too young and stupid to win a war anyways he thought to himself. How could he expect to win against England when he couldn't even hold his pee in, the thought bringing more tears to his eyes.
The wooden bath, when they reached it, was about three quarters of the way full. A quick check with his hand proved that, miraculously, it was still warm enough to use. "Well, remove your clothes, then... I'll have a maid take care of them." The 'you won't need it anymore, anyway' went unspoken. "For what it's worth... It was an interesting uniform. You should save a few. It's a part of your history now, for better or for worse, and you'll be kicking yourself later if you get rid of it for good." Just so long as he didn't see it during his visits.
"Yeah, okay." America mumbled, waiting for England to leave. "Uhmm, England aren't you going to leave so I can take my bath? Or at least turn around so I can undress?" he asked, sure they were both men, brothers even but America still wanted some privacy.
"Alfred, I've seen you naked before," England pointed out, but he turned around anyway. "Somebody had to bathe you before you could do it yourself." He wasn't too concerned, anyway. Though he had cleared the hall, there were still enough guards just in case America decided to try and run away last-minute.
America quickly stripped off all his clothes before getting in the bathwater, sighing as the warmth washed over him. He wondered what he should do, probably end the war, maybe something could be worked out between him and England. Now that he thought about it maybe rushing off into a war was a stupid idea, how could he be expected to defeat England, anyways?
Upon hearing the water moving in the bath, England turned around once again to pick up America's uniform. "I'll have it washed..." Rather than thrown away. Even if America didn't want it, he wanted a keepsake of the day his little brother learned a valuable lesson. "Henrietta!" he called, heading back into the hallway with the soiled clothes.
America was even more embarrassed, he just wanted the thing burnt, never to look at it again. Quickly he started washing up, trying to keep his tears in for when England got back, he didn't want the other to see him crying even more.
England returned shortly, without the clothes. "Do you need anything, Alfred? I'm afraid we've run out of soap. It's not exactly a priority in battle..." He laughed and sifted his fingers through America's hair. "I've also sent word back home about what's happened. A letter is also being sent to Mr. Washington. If you want, I can confront him first."
"Y-You didn't give away any exact details right?" America asked, hoping England had just written that he had changed his mind and maybe war was a bad idea. "A-And I'll go with you, I..." he wanted to say he didn't need England to do this for him but earlier had proved that he in fact did need England to take care of him.
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"I'm fine, not hungry." America mumbled, waiting for England to turn around again before standing up and drying himself off. How could he look his men in the face and tell them the war was a bad idea? He knew they would be disappointed but he had no other choice, maybe he would stay with England for awhile after this he thought, they were all old anyways, he could always come back once they've all died or something.
As soon as he was sure his brother was dressed, England turned around once again. "This way... Do you want to sleep on your own, or do you want to sleep with me?" America was still due for a bad caning, but that was another thing that could wait until the next day.
"I guess with you." America mumbled, feeling pathetic for saying it. Still, it had been years since he had last shared a bed with England, it would be nice, it would also keep him warm, he was getting quite cold.
England wrapped his hand over America's shoulder. Though Alfred was taller, he was still Arthur’s little set of colonies. "Very well. Are you sure you don't want any water? Tea?” Tea was yet another thing he was running low on, but it wasn't the end of the world if they had to turn to water alone until the supply ship arrived.
"Maybe some water, I don't want any tea." America mumbled, leaning in close to England. "But honestly I'm just tired, I would be fine without water if you don't wanna get me any." he said, yawning. He hoped tomorrow would be a better day, a fresh new start he figured.
"That's quite alright, Alfred." England ushered him into the room before once again calling one of the maids over; the same one that had drawn the water. One couldn't exactly bring too many luxuries over with them during a war. The two that did come only did so because their relatives were among those going to 'war.' "Go get some water for my brother. If all goes well, your son Timothy won't see battle, after all." Not there, at least, but it was enough to get her to nod and immediately run off to do just that.
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She returned shortly with a bowl of water, rather than a cup. "I'm sorry, sir, but the cups are all being used by the soldiers. It was either this or a bucket."
"It's fine. Thank you, Emily," England told her, nodding respecfully and shutting the door after she was gone. "Alfred, you heard that, right? Just be careful when you drink out of it so that it doesn't spill. It's cold enough today without a wet cot to sleep in."
America nodded, taking the bowl and carefully drinking up all the water. "Can we go to sleep now? I...I just want to forget this day ever happened." he said, avoiding looking at England again. "Surely you're tired as well, plus we need our sleep for tomorrow."
Well, he had intended to continue working, but come to think of it, he WAS tired... "You're not getting out of your punishment, but yes, I think you're right about getting some sleep." Tomorrow was going to be exhausting. Not only that, but he would probably need to raise taxes again once all was said and done to pay for the resources the whole thing had caused him, further angering the people of the thirteen colonies. Uhg. There was no winning sometimes.
America lied down in the bed, it was small but he didn't mind, sharing it with another person would mean he would stay warm. "G'night England." he mumbled, pulling the blanket up and rolling on his side, wondering what his punishment would be. He just hoped his people would be okay and not be too angry at the fact that he was ending all this.
"Good night, Alfred," England whispered back, kissing him on the forehead and getting in himself, too tired to change out of his uniform. Eh, it wouldn't be the first time he had slept in it. "Sleep well." Lord knew it would be the first proper rest Arthur had gotten for some time.
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A/N That's all, folks. Hope this is what the requester wanted. If not, err, sorry about that, and we hope you like it anyway! :3
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My only problem with this was the ending. What would trigger Alfred into wanting to fight England again? Unless this is an alternate universe where America doesn't win independence?
But don't get me wrong. I did overall really like this fill. :)
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This was so, so good anon. I have such a humiliation and wetting kink, and this was just the sort of thing I was hoping for. Seriously, well written and I love how Arthur manipulated Alfred like that. Just... <33
(Also, did you link this in the fills list? I didn't see it there, and if you didn't, it'd be awesome if you did - it's so good, I'm sure others would want to read)
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I'd really like to see Washington's (and the other's) reactions to Alfred surrendering to Arthur and how the meeting between them would go.
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