Woven to Lies [APH Fan-fiction]

Chapter 1 - Hillside

I slid open the barn doors, and sprinted out as soon as they were open wide enough. I ran to the house as fast as I could.

"Davie, Davie!" I yelled through the open screened window.

"Alfred? What's going on?!" Davie rose from his workbench abruptly.

"It's the redcoats, they're coming over the hill, and I think it's Arthur's squad! Come on, come on!" I ushered forward, and began to turn around into a speedy run towards the hills, just behind the barn.

"A-Alfred, h-hey, wait up!" Davie yelled back, but I was already at the hillside; I pretended not to hear.

"Arthur? Arthur is that-" But I immediately recognized the messy blonde hair of one of the British soldiers from behind, not too far away.

"Arthur!" I ran and jumped on his back, and he screeched rather femininely, as he briefly cussed under his breath.

"...Alfred?! Great god, you nearly gave me a bloody heart attack, did you!" He said scoldingly as he settled back down.
"What brings you here anyways? Shouldn't you be off in Boston harbour by now?"

"Oh, no, actually, I never got the money for any mules or horses or....
B-but it's okay, because Davie's letting me stay at his place until I gather the funds for a steed and wagon!" I replied enthusiastically, attempting not to put too much emphasis on the negative things.

"Alright, well I suppose as long as Davie's okay with it," he sighed, "but be sure to save up your bits so you don't have to cause him any more trouble, any longer than you need."

"Right, I know." I said, with bored approval.
Both me and Arthur broke a brief, awkward silence, when we both turned to find Davie out of breath, running up the hill.

"Al...fred, I said to... wai- A-Arthur, he...llo!" He said, regaining his breath.

"Why hello, Davie!" Arthur said walking over towards him.

"Right, hi!" Davie said, and shook Arthur's extended hand.

"My, how you've grown. You know, it's rather nice of you to be housing Alfred, " Arthur said, "I hope he isn't too much trouble."
Davie shook his head, "Oh, no, not at all! No problem!"

"Oi, Arthur, let's go already," yelled a voice among the redcoats. "This isn't a family reunion!"

"Ah, pardon, but I really can't stay to chat." He said, stepping back and readjusting the gun strap over his shoulder, "Perhaps I'll see you, Alfred, in Boston, most likely; That is, if you ever move out of Davie's."

"I know, I know...!" I said back, playfully annoyed.
I ran over towards Arthur, who was already leaving the other side of the hill.

"W-Wait!" I rammed into him, and gave him a tight hug.
He stopped in shock at first, but then quickly settled down, and patted me on the back.

"Alright, Alfred, I really have to go now," He said, and I let go of him slowly. "Send me a letter, if you want to, okay?" He said, and started down the hill again, and out of sight.

"O-okay, see you." I walked over to Davie after a few long moments, and we began to walk back down to the house, down the other side of the hill.

For reasons I couldn't tell why, there had been quite a few different groups of British troops heading due East, along the coast of Virginia, lately. I wondered, what are they planning to do with all of those men?
What is he doing?

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