Tale of the Magical Son (Unknown Updates)

Emotions

The stripped boy strolled down the halls of the castle. He might have gotten a little sidetracked with all the pictures of great Empires of before. Most of them he knew and learned about from his Father. Others he learned and got familiar with in books spread throughout the castle. However their were very few pictures, and stories that he was allowed to know, and things got boring. Extremely boring, but then France came along.

Ah yes, the boy's childhood friend that came from his window. How lucky was he? France was there for him when his Father brought UK and France will be by his side forevermore. How will he ever forget the charming little boy?

"America?", a familiar voice rang from behind.

"Karen?", America said with a pleasant joy.

"You are so big and are these muscles?", The friendly nurse said examining the boy's features.

"And..you are getting wrinkles", America said partly teasing as he forced himself into a smile.

"And? It is only natural hun, but I am more curious is where did you get these", Karen said with her sweet old smile.

"Oh! I meet an old farmer, by the name Washington. He is a charming old man and a good boss. Wouldn't want to a one of his loyal slaves though", America said thinking about the colony and his job as a teacher there.

"And why is that?", Karen asked worried for America's response.

"Well he used to be in the military Karen, and well he might very strict on both the employees aswell the slaves", America said thinking about the plantation his friends from the colony.

"Has he hurt you?", Karen said with a look of concern in her eyes.

"Oh no! He'd never! I just seen alot durning my travels that's all", America said smiling at his friendly childhood maid. It has been awhile has it?

"You know you can tell us anything, America", Karen said holding America's face in her hands.

"I know Karen. I know", America said, a single tear escaped his eyes.. Was it really the only way?

"Then tell me! What is bothering you America?", Karen said looking into the eyes of the boy she and the other maids raised.

America leaned back and sniffed up all the tears back and locked them away with his feelings. "It is fine really, Karen. I am fine. It's really nothing. I will just miss UK." America said, looking out at the watching his brother play with the female France from out the window.

"You can always come see him. You do know that right?", Karen said.

"Yeah...I know", America said before leaving. Was Alexander, Aaron, and even laffet right? Was the only way to convince his father to leaving the colony alone, war? Certainly not. America could convince his Father not to do anything to them , but will it work?

"America? Is something wrong? Rain is practically pouring from your eyes", Another maid said, but America had ingored it. He kept walking to the place where the whole feud started. He was going to finish what he had started. He was going to convince his father not to pursue charges against the people Machettus or Pennsylvania. He already started talking about being his own country. This should be a piece of cake compared to that.

"Father".

"I...I don't want to hear it, boy",England said sipping a cup of his wine. "I asked for a week that we talk not of this, and you could not even give me that", England stated staring blindnesy at the chair in front if him.

"There are good well educated men on that thing you call jackpot. I personally cannot wait and watch you destroy them", America said as his heart raced with his feelings.

"This was never about becoming your country was it? You got attached to the people like you always do and you are letting your emotions control you. Look, America, these men don't care for you. They want to use you cause they know you're my son. I love you and all the maids love you. Come back to your senses or I am a afraid I will have to make you", England said.

"You're a drunkass", America said really controlling his tongue or any of his mouth.

"Actually no. This is my first drink of the day", England said with confidence twirling around the cup.

"You are not going to let me leave are you?", America said, something rising within him.

"Most certainly not. Those people on that bundled up land brainwashed you. Only a fool will allow you to go back to those barbarians", England said, taking another sip.

"They are not barbarians"  America defended. 

"Then what are they?", England asked.

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December 28, 2021

Hey fuckers! (With all due respect)

I am back and thus another chapter is born!  I know it is more shorter than the others but I hope that the next one will be longer.