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these people, shall we?
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When Alfred was Just Alfred and not ‘America’, he didn’t really have anything remotely close to a birthday. And neither did Arthur, which was just fine back then. But when things changed and Alfred became’ America’ it was no longer ok. Because, in his eyes, it was not fair for him to have something Arthur did not.
Despite the war, in spite of walking out on Arthur... Despite all the tings he took away from the Brit leaving.
Hence, Alfred thought, Arthur must have his birthday somewhere around the year; he just didn’t like to brag about it - which seemed a common trait for all the Islanders. But to the man’s great displeasure, there was not a soul that could tell him for sure. Even the Frenchman - Arthur’s mortal enemy and reluctantly trusted companion for as long as Alfred could remember - had no idea when, or even how long ago Arthur was born. He had just been there all the time, which Alfred, ever the just one, thought extremely unfair. And holding ( ... )
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Alfred stops in front of the fireplace and shakes his head violently. No, that’s not the way a hero like him should think! He came here on a purpose and does certainly not intend to back away and flee, like some... Italians! Right. Besides, he felt this one day, a new celebration invented by his people, has probably been his best idea so far.
He glances at the pictures on the mantelpiece and stops in wonder.
They’re all here - Arthur’s colonies, his step-children; the ones he wished to raise according to his own wishes, strongly believing he’d do it right this time and not fail.
Like he did with a child that was not-yet-America.
‘Are five kids better than one, Iggy..?’, he quotes in his mind a song, the lyrics of which he can barely remember, as he takes one of the pictures in his hands ( ... )
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You are more important to me than Washington, Lincoln, hell, the whole friggin’ Mt. Rushmore!Is what he’d like to say but his voice betrays him and it ends up as a defeated mumble. The show’s over and all Alfred can do is stare dumbly at the floor, too paralyzed to clear his throat even. Waiting ( ... )
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Enjoy this, I DID!
Thank you for this sweet piece, anon~<333
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