"Alfred no! I won't allow you to leave!" I yelled harshly at my own brother.
" What the crap dude!? I want my independence! I am not your little brother anymore! why won't you except me for having that!?"
" Cause you don't deserve it!"
Alfred looked at me with a hurt expression on his face. He knew he wouldn't win this fight so I don't even see why he would try to argue. I looked at him with anger in my eyes , betrayal that my own son would stab me in the back. But.......at the same time.......I feel hurt. Like...when you yelled at your best friend for doing something so bloodly dumb? I feel that way to Alfred.
" Look...Alf-"
" Quiet Arthur! I'm so done with your bullshit!'
" Well if you are so done why won't you just leave!"
Those words should never left my mouth..........
Alfred looked angry. He gave me one last dirty look before he walked out of my office and left my home. That was the first time I lost something very important to me....no it wasn't the tea, nor my precious valuables, nor my money or food etc. It was the first time.....in all my life I lost my brother, the one that I cared for.....
I shouldn't allow this one bit.........
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The War That Stole My Brother
Ficción históricaI honestly thought I was a good brother....but history made this wrong when he left. I shouldn't of yelled at him....I shouldn't have declared his freedom ( A/n): I don't own the Hetalia characters sssooo yeah
