Chapter 3 Fallen

Arthur Kirkland walked off the ship. A life of a nation is pretty hard, especially in this age. Everyone is suspicious of each other and a simple lie can end lives. England shivered just thinking of a couple of incidents if it weren't for the queen he would have died.

Well not that empires like him could die but overall being killed is an uncomfortable event. But for some reason, the townsfolk are quiet and happy. Did they get a good crop this year? He supposes the people in the Americas have a different standard than the one in Europe. But never mind all that. He had come for one reason: to be with one of his colonies, Alfred, the young colony loved being with England for some reason perhaps he been alone for most of his life so it wouldn't be strange if he's a bit clingy.

Out of all the things he expected, he did not expect a burned-down house. England rushes over to the remains, not worrying over the things that can be replaceable but instead of someone dear to him.

"Alfred! Where are you?" The man went on his knees, tossing burned wood and what seem to be melted silverware. He even found the treasure box filled with toy soldier he made for the young colony, which for some reason is saved from the hands of the flames. He still can't find the boy.

England earlier had ordered some of his men to look around town to find America, he hopes they have a better chance. England then turned around with the chest. His little Alfred would be mad at him if he lost his favorite toy.

"Lord Kirkland! We found the boy!" One of the men said running up to him. The young man face was pale. That can't be a good sign.

"show me."

"But sir-"

"Did you not hear me, take me over there."

England never expected that his people would turn on him so quickly. The sight was horrible. the young boy was hanging from a tall tree, the edge of his dress shirt was burned off and bloody. What did they do to him? Before any of his men could act the Brit climbed up the tree. Just how many times did America die? He slowly crawls over to the branch and pulled the boy up to his chest as he carefully undoes the rope. America coughed curling up into England's chest. He was still sleeping and in no doubt, his chest must be hurting a lot too. England gritted his teeth, he was only gone for ten years, his men took care of them trade wise and this his how they repay him. England glared at his troops commanding them to make the town pay.

Now that problem is solved perhaps he should go take his little colony back to his fatherland. It is much safer there. America was in some sort of coma, England remembers when his country was in great peril. It knocked England and most of europe off their feet. When England woke up after a few years everything was hell. England sighs, He hates to admit it but he has no idea how to take care of a sick nation, now the question is who doesn't hate him

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