Red is Not a Color I Fancy

Red is Not a Color I Fancy

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Arthur is a normal chap trying to make rent by holding down a job at the local floral shop. Great. To make matters worse, he works across from the busy Cafe. How does that make the situation worse you ask? Well, my friend, Arthur asked for a position at that cafe and was turned down for a younger, American boy who was apparently "not a stick in the mud", as the boss had blatantly stated. That's not so bad, you say? Well, let me spell it out for you. Arthur doesn't WANT to be in America he HAS to be in America. He had transferred that semester for a better education in pediatrics (more about that will come in the story). So? You ask again. You're one tough nut to crack, aren't ya? So Arthur basically has no friends, works in a shitty floral shop and gets shitty pay as opposed to the busy cafe workers' income and he has to pay rent for his shitty apartment AND even after all that he has barely enough money for personal needs such as toilet paper or food. This is the life of a broke.
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The American Revolution was brutal. Blood was shed left and right. The boy Arthur used to know was now as strong as he, and he could do nothing about it. Once the battle was won, Alfred had declaired himself as America. As he went off, leaving Britain behind, he constantly looked back. He would remember the fun times they had together; the laughs they shared with so much passion and heart. But those days were nothing now. America needed to create his own happy memories within his own Nation. Ever since that dark day, something dark festered within Alfred. Years and years went by and he tried desperately to surpress the evil, hiding it with a smile around his friends. As Alfred looked in the mirror, the only thing he could see was that aura of evil, which seemed to have formed into a humanization. As he observed it closer, he noticed the apperition looked exactly like him, but with a darker hint. Alfred was terrified and tried to run. But the other was just as fast. He glared at the Real America with scarlet eyes, his dark brown hair wavering in front of his face. As the imposter smiled, a single tooth had been missing. The bomber-jacket wardrobe and denum jeans remained the same, but the attitude differed completely. It wasn't long before the second Alfred had changed things. He kept the first Alfred in fear, threatening him constantly with his nail-embedded baseball bat; which had been blood-stained over time from innocent victims. And through those harsh years, Alfred learned-from Italy-about his other being. And Italy said: "They are called 2Ps; Second Players. They are the evil and mean versions of us, and they call us 1Ps; First Players". From that day forward, Allen, Alfred's 2P, had run his life like a dictator. But what was life like from the 2P's point of view?

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