No TaxationNo Taxation- Chapter 2Omg i couldn't wait to continue this, so Here's chapter 2! XD *squeels* i hope you enjoy. This chapter will be a lot more emotional. And keep in mind, this is not meant to be 100% historically accurate, so please dont complain on any mistakes.And i am bending the Canon info a bit as well. Things may not line up well,considering this is a mash of canon and fannon written by an ADHD author who wants to get an amazing Fic out of this. I try to keep some form of sense, so this isnt total anarchy, but yeah.Okay, I'll shut up so you can enjoy Chapter 2!!~ ScribblySkiesStudios__________________________________________Arthur shot upright in his own bed, his heart pounding and his hand going to his forehead to wipe the sweat away. His breathing was heavy, and he shook a bit. He looked to the bedroom doorway when he heard Alfred’s small clasped shoes clacking onto the wood floor of the hallway. The sound died out as it reached the door, and Arthur was at firs
No TaxationArthur Kirkland tried to calm the younger nation. “Alfred, you dont understand..” He attempted to reason with the lad. “No taxation without representation!” Alfred yelled, and ran upstairs to his room. Word had recently gotten to the boy that there was no one representing him back in England. Which of course, wasnt entirely true, considering Arthur himself represented him. But because he was a country, they didnt believe he should represent the colonies. So each time, his decisions and soforth on behalf of them were set aside, ignored. And recently, Arthur had won the 7 years war against France, but now he had to pay for such an expensive war. Queen Anne and King George had decided to tax the colonies, and Arthur tried so hard to convince them not to tax the New World colonies, and tax the Indian colonies instead.They just wouldn't listen to him. He had been so frustrated that night, and had cried himself to sleep.He'd known it'd only be a matter of time before
No Taxation (Teaser)He turned his head to the doorway when he heard Alfred's little feet. But when the feet stopped right putside his door, arthur remembered. He and Alfred had had another argument, but this one,he feared, they would never make up from. He had been having to tax the younger's colonies more to pay for the 7 Years War he'd just won against france. He hated doing it, but the Queen wanted it so. He tried to convice her to tax the indian colonies, but she refused.”Alfred…” he whispered,covering his eyes, and forcing back tears.