USUK: We're Going Home

Chapter Two: Such a Strange Man

Chapter Two: Such a strange man

Dear Mattie,

I can't really tell you where we are, not with the censors, but let's just say... It's hot as hell....

I'm still safe : ) nothing yet~ We seem to be moving pretty easily and we've only lost one or two people, it was from diseases bro so don't worry to much, you know your big brother is stronger than that~

On to good news! Mattie, I met this British solider, he's from London and he has a funny accent and everything (and the British really do say "bloody" a lot!) He's a little on edge, he's been out here for a really long time, but he said we can talk to each other when ever we want to, which is nice cause it gets kinda lonely out here. Oh! His name is Arthur by the way, kinda like some king huh? Haha~ I wonder if I should start calling him "king Arthur" haha~

Now to finish this off cause I don't have much time to write! I hope you and mom are doing okay, you better be doing good in school cause if your not I'll take your hockey stick away and beat you with it! Just kidding... Or am I! ? Who knows~ (See~ I still got humor~) Make sure you still take care of mom though, and work out the farming okay? I promise I'll come home soon~ After this Hero finishes the war for the Allies! Hahaha!

Love ya, your big brother Al~

PS. Sorry I missed your birthday, I'll be home for the next one, promise.

OOO

"What are those letters that you keep writing?" Arthur asked, Alfred looked up a bit from the paper. "You have a sweet-heart back at home huh lad?"

Alfred smiled a bit. "Nope, it's for my little bro. I told him I would write to him when I could, to tell him I was okay and stuff."

"You have a brother?"

"Yeah! I told you that remember? When we were crossing over that river."

"I was too busy trying to cross than listen to you, sorry." Arthur said with a bit of sarcasm, which Alfred obviously didn't get.

"No problem, it's okay." Alfred said and folded up the letter as Arthur rolled his eyes a bit. "His name is Matthew."

"That's a nice name, how old is the lad?"

"He just turned sixteen." Alfred frowned a bit.

"W-Why are frowning?"

"Cause, he's gonna be old enough for the draft soon, eighteen." Alfred sat back a bit against the tent, trying not to lean all of his weight on it so it wouldn't collapse. "He hates fighting, he wouldn't even last a day out here."

"Yes, well," Arthur had frowned a bit too, he could tell Alfred cared very much for his little brother, unlike his own family. He felt a bit sorry for the lad, he wanted to cheer him up a bit, "With you Americans helping us, this war will end quickly." Alfred looked up and smiled a bit.

"Heh, are you giving us, including me, Americans, a compliment Mr. Kirkland?"

Arthur grinned a bit. "I suppose I am." He laid down and put his head on his bag. "Alfred I'm going to try to sleep now, alright?"

"But I'm not tired."

"Then you can keep yourself awake. It's late, I'm tired, I'm going to bed."

"But I have no one to talk to then." Alfred pouted.

"What about the other lad in the tent with us?" Arthur looked over to find the young brown-haired solider sleeping.

"He's already out bro." Alfred said. "Just a little longer, please?"