"George, I barley have a dollar to my name. Barley an acre of land, a troop to command, or a dollop of fame. All I have is my honor, a tolerance for pain. Yet you still took the chance, it makes me think that you are insane!
The odds are clearly separated, and segregated by nationality. How could the British and American get along well in peace? Let us be a representative to thy name. Let us be a representative to history.
I will love you through the years, whether it is through letters or in the same castle. You will always be enough my dear, always.
I love you George."
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Away From The War ~ A Dreamnotfound Fanfiction
Short StoryIn a secluded luscious garden, far far away, two boys have their first interaction. They find their safe place within each other, a place away from the violence and blood shed. Away from the war. WARNING! Technoblade is used in this story. I underst...
