AN: I have a final age for Alfred. He will be at most six. I can't decide between five or six. He is small for his age though because of all the magic he had been using. Enjoy!
Alfred shifted in Matthew's arms, mumbling for dad and shivering. The door that Matthew had just exited flew open and the sound of a pair of feet running towards him and his little brother could be heard.
"Matthew. Please wait! I.. I need to see him again." England softly pleaded as he caught up with his two sons.
"You'll just hurt him again. Leave him behind for years. Never write to him. Never check to make sure he is doing well. I can't allow you to do that to him again." Matthew stated, trying to keep his cool. He may have hated, loathed, and envied his brother for years. He would have continued on doing it, but then Arthur convinced him to burn the capital of Alfred's land. Arthur ignored the screams. He had ignored the way that his 'favorite' colony begged for mercy. That had changed everything for Matthew. He knew now that things weren't as great as they had appeared for Alfred. That was the day Matthew became protective of his little brother.
"I would never do that, Matthew. He is my son. Please. At least let him make the choice, please?" Arthur pleaded. Matthew sighed.
"Alright. If he chooses you, I will be checking in on him every other day." Matthew hissed before sitting on a bench and wrapping the kid in the bomber jacket.
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Roanoke
FanfictionAmerica has been using his magic non stop since the incident that was known as Roanoke or the lost colony. He can no longer hide from those that hunt him. Who will protect the hero?
