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Part three of the historicaly unaccurate UKxUSA ficlet XD
Title: The Day the World Turned Upside Down Pt. 3/3
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faluublossom
Character(s) or Pairing(s): USAxUK
Rating: T
Warnings: language, historical inaccuracies
Summary: On October 17th 1781 Cornwallis agreed to surrender unconditionally during the Siege of Yorktown, this surrender would eventually be the key needed for the American victory during the Revolutionary War. However the terms of the surrender require Arthur to present his sword to Alfred, an act he refuses be apart of...
The British Officers' shoulders slumped in the shame of defeat as the enemy quickly took their weapons and herded them off. Arthur, however, would not accept this so lightly. He had assumed that after the surrender it would be over, and he wouldn't have to face Alfred but now it seemed there was a chance still that he would be forced to see him.
The very idea-and after I refused to go-oh god...please let him not find me. I don't want him...to see me...like this.
It was foolish, he knew that, and even a little cruel, but it was for the best. At least it was for his best.
I could always try to escape...but to leave my men? Horrified by the fact he had even considered such a thing he hissed to himself through clenched teeth, “Where does my cowardice end?! Why should I fear him? Why should I feel shame? He's the one who turned his back on me! He's the one who doesn't-”
Arthur bit down hard the pressure giving a sort of gratification even though he would much rather be tearing something to pieces or throwing things, no matter how childish such acts would be the release of all that pent up tension would be wonderful.
There was a rap at the door and England held his breath for a beat as it opened a glimpse of a blue coat coming through the gloomy dark the clouds had casted through the window. It wasn't Arthur; he breathed again.
The officer gave him a look of disgust, “A weapon eh? Give it here, they be lookin' for all you redcoats.” the man scoffed, “Or is the chains too good for a “gentleman” like you sir?”
Arthur gripped his musket and felt very certain he would not have minded shooting this man where he stood for his ignorance.
“Sod off. This stays with me.” with that he thrust up his hand, fingers bent to form a V shape, a gesture even the “American” understood.
The gruff officer bared his teeth, “Think your so tough huh? Fine. I'll pry the damn thing from your dead hands...but maybe I'll relieve you of those fingers first, eh? They seem to be “stiff”.”
With that the man slid out a rusty looking kitchen knife and took a step towards him.
Arthur braced his musket against his shoulder and prepared to fire if he needed to, but in this small room there was a good chance he would miss.
“You'll do nothing of the sort!” a firm and icy voice commanded from the hallway his tone held authority and almost a hint of hysteria to it that made it crack slightly. It was the sudden change in the pitch that reminded Arthur of how the little blue eyed boy had sounded when he was small. The musket shook against his arm as he felt his strength leave him.
The other officer quickly jerked around to meet his superior, “Er-sorry sir-”
“Get out, they need more men down in the streets. Go.”
I can't see him...no. No don't come in here. Go away.
The musket felt so heavy now, Arthur dropped it down and stared wide eyed at the door as the officer hurried off and a taller blond man stood in his place.
Alfred regarded him with a coldly and gave a curt nod, “England.”
Arthur was silent for a moment and trying to keep his voice from wavering replied, “Colonies.”
“...not anymore. I'm going to be the United States of America.”
“Mouth full.”
“I'd like to hear you say it sometime.”
Silence deafened them both once more as they stood frozen, their eyes locked, waiting for one of them to do something...anything.
Alfred clenched his fists tightly, “Acknowledge me. I am independent.”
Arthur winced slightly causing the other man to take a step into the room closing the door behind him.
“You're so naïve.” he hissed holding up his musket once more.
“Are you going to shoot me?”
“Why? It won't change anything.”
“Would you do it if it would?”
Arthur frowned and averted his eyes, “I-I...don't know.” looking back to Alfred he couldn't keep his voice strong anymore, “Why? Why do this?”
Rage flushed Alfred's features as he shouted, “How can you ask that!? Don't you know!! Abandoning me when I needed you but still finding time to press me down! Was I ever anything to you at all!?”
He pressed towards Arthur towering over him, “Tell me?! Was I ever anything more than money?”
A soft sound, almost childlike silenced Alfred's fury and replaced it with a kind of silent terror as he realized Arthur was crying.
“Damn it...h-how can you ask me t-t-hat? Damn-n it.”
It's hopeless...I've lost him forever.
The blue eyes mans shoulders fell as his hands unclenched. He looked down at his “parent” the man who had made him, had molded him, had loved him, had used him...he had once been his whole world but now...
“Arthur...” his voice trailed off, “You're beneath me.”
England looked up at America who looked down at him now not with hate but with warm nostalgia that slowly evaporated into bitterness for things that were gone now, lost forever, into history.
“I...don't want this to be over.” Arthur whispered as he rubbed off the dampness beneath his eyes with embarrassment.
“Of course not.” he replied in an almost soothing tone, like an older adult uses to comfort a child.
They stood silently in the small room, once again stuck in a awkward silence that normally is accustom only to complete strangers.
“You did.” Arthur finally said abruptly.
“What?”
“You did...mean more.” Arthur grumbled beneath his breath, “What else...stupid...”
The other man smiled slightly and laughed, “So now you say it? Well you can't convince me come back now, it's too late, it's done now.”
Arthur nodded slowly with understanding.
“-but...maybe...some day-”
“-Yeah...some day.”
lol i'm planning a follow up to this somehow, but I'm going to have to do some historical digging to find a time after the Revolution England needed America's help or something XD
I hope you all enjoyed even though it really has no point or ending :D
Author/Artist:
faluublossom Character(s) or Pairing(s): USAxUK
Rating: T
Warnings: language, historical inaccuracies
Summary: On October 17th 1781 Cornwallis agreed to surrender unconditionally during the Siege of Yorktown, this surrender would eventually be the key needed for the American victory during the Revolutionary War. However the terms of the surrender require Arthur to present his sword to Alfred, an act he refuses be apart of...
The British Officers' shoulders slumped in the shame of defeat as the enemy quickly took their weapons and herded them off. Arthur, however, would not accept this so lightly. He had assumed that after the surrender it would be over, and he wouldn't have to face Alfred but now it seemed there was a chance still that he would be forced to see him.
The very idea-and after I refused to go-oh god...please let him not find me. I don't want him...to see me...like this.
It was foolish, he knew that, and even a little cruel, but it was for the best. At least it was for his best.
I could always try to escape...but to leave my men? Horrified by the fact he had even considered such a thing he hissed to himself through clenched teeth, “Where does my cowardice end?! Why should I fear him? Why should I feel shame? He's the one who turned his back on me! He's the one who doesn't-”
Arthur bit down hard the pressure giving a sort of gratification even though he would much rather be tearing something to pieces or throwing things, no matter how childish such acts would be the release of all that pent up tension would be wonderful.
There was a rap at the door and England held his breath for a beat as it opened a glimpse of a blue coat coming through the gloomy dark the clouds had casted through the window. It wasn't Arthur; he breathed again.
The officer gave him a look of disgust, “A weapon eh? Give it here, they be lookin' for all you redcoats.” the man scoffed, “Or is the chains too good for a “gentleman” like you sir?”
Arthur gripped his musket and felt very certain he would not have minded shooting this man where he stood for his ignorance.
“Sod off. This stays with me.” with that he thrust up his hand, fingers bent to form a V shape, a gesture even the “American” understood.
The gruff officer bared his teeth, “Think your so tough huh? Fine. I'll pry the damn thing from your dead hands...but maybe I'll relieve you of those fingers first, eh? They seem to be “stiff”.”
With that the man slid out a rusty looking kitchen knife and took a step towards him.
Arthur braced his musket against his shoulder and prepared to fire if he needed to, but in this small room there was a good chance he would miss.
“You'll do nothing of the sort!” a firm and icy voice commanded from the hallway his tone held authority and almost a hint of hysteria to it that made it crack slightly. It was the sudden change in the pitch that reminded Arthur of how the little blue eyed boy had sounded when he was small. The musket shook against his arm as he felt his strength leave him.
The other officer quickly jerked around to meet his superior, “Er-sorry sir-”
“Get out, they need more men down in the streets. Go.”
I can't see him...no. No don't come in here. Go away.
The musket felt so heavy now, Arthur dropped it down and stared wide eyed at the door as the officer hurried off and a taller blond man stood in his place.
Alfred regarded him with a coldly and gave a curt nod, “England.”
Arthur was silent for a moment and trying to keep his voice from wavering replied, “Colonies.”
“...not anymore. I'm going to be the United States of America.”
“Mouth full.”
“I'd like to hear you say it sometime.”
Silence deafened them both once more as they stood frozen, their eyes locked, waiting for one of them to do something...anything.
Alfred clenched his fists tightly, “Acknowledge me. I am independent.”
Arthur winced slightly causing the other man to take a step into the room closing the door behind him.
“You're so naïve.” he hissed holding up his musket once more.
“Are you going to shoot me?”
“Why? It won't change anything.”
“Would you do it if it would?”
Arthur frowned and averted his eyes, “I-I...don't know.” looking back to Alfred he couldn't keep his voice strong anymore, “Why? Why do this?”
Rage flushed Alfred's features as he shouted, “How can you ask that!? Don't you know!! Abandoning me when I needed you but still finding time to press me down! Was I ever anything to you at all!?”
He pressed towards Arthur towering over him, “Tell me?! Was I ever anything more than money?”
A soft sound, almost childlike silenced Alfred's fury and replaced it with a kind of silent terror as he realized Arthur was crying.
“Damn it...h-how can you ask me t-t-hat? Damn-n it.”
It's hopeless...I've lost him forever.
The blue eyes mans shoulders fell as his hands unclenched. He looked down at his “parent” the man who had made him, had molded him, had loved him, had used him...he had once been his whole world but now...
“Arthur...” his voice trailed off, “You're beneath me.”
England looked up at America who looked down at him now not with hate but with warm nostalgia that slowly evaporated into bitterness for things that were gone now, lost forever, into history.
“I...don't want this to be over.” Arthur whispered as he rubbed off the dampness beneath his eyes with embarrassment.
“Of course not.” he replied in an almost soothing tone, like an older adult uses to comfort a child.
They stood silently in the small room, once again stuck in a awkward silence that normally is accustom only to complete strangers.
“You did.” Arthur finally said abruptly.
“What?”
“You did...mean more.” Arthur grumbled beneath his breath, “What else...stupid...”
The other man smiled slightly and laughed, “So now you say it? Well you can't convince me come back now, it's too late, it's done now.”
Arthur nodded slowly with understanding.
“-but...maybe...some day-”
“-Yeah...some day.”
lol i'm planning a follow up to this somehow, but I'm going to have to do some historical digging to find a time after the Revolution England needed America's help or something XD
I hope you all enjoyed even though it really has no point or ending :D
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Thanks for sharing <3