The War That Stole My Brother

Chapter 3

Some years later~  ( some fluff and maybe in act~ )

    It's been a while since I've seen Alfred so small and adorable. Now he's grown big and strong.  You know some might be proud, that feeing that you done a good job of raising a child?

That is what I was feeling for the first time....
 
But here's the thing that I fear. People, even Francis warned me about my brother.  Becoming strong and independent and then fight me for his freedom.

   That is what I feared the most. I should not let Alfred learn what independence feel like. Mhm, but somethings doesn't happen right? But I shouldn't teach him about that.

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  It was late afternoon. 5:10 pm that is. High tea, the perfect time to teach Alfred manners...erm, for once.

  " Umm, Arthur my I ask why are you doing this? You never let me have tea with you?" Alfred said, confused.

  " Mhm, I just want to talk to you that is all"

" Crap, am I in trouble?"

   " What makes you say that you are in trouble Alfred? "

  " Umm....never mind it was nice of you to do this"

     Alfred seems nervous, he is never used to having tea with me honestly. Or ever if I may say. I took a glance over at him as I drank my tea.

   We talked about each other's day and other stuff also. I'm just worried about him and his safety that is all.

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  It was about 2:34 am. I was asleep soundly,  Alfred was in his room as well, sleeping also. Everything was peaceful till I felt someone tapping my shoulder.

  I groaned softly as I looked under my covers to see who it was. Damn, it was so bloody dark I can't see anything!

  " Arthur, are you awake..?" It was Alfred

  " Yeah? What is it?"

   " Can I sleep with you tonight? I can't sleep, please?"

   I was confused of why he can't sleep but, I simply nod and he wiggled his way under the covers with me, smiling widely.

    " Thanks Arthur" he whispered, sound of sleepiness in his voice.

    By this time I was already asleep. But when I woke up the next morning, I saw Alfreds' arms around my waist, still sleeping peacefully.

  When I saw this I blushed darkly but I didn't move. Instead I smiled softly and turned slowly to face America. He was so cute when he is asleep to be honest.

   I kissed the top of his forehead, and drifted off to sleep again. But a thing that was still in my head, worried about him and me. Just, hopefully this would be answered soon.

  When will this come to an end....?