No Taxation

Arthur 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 Alfred heard, and he knew it would result in a fight. But today..? He wasn't ready.

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Night had fallen upon the sleepy field which their quaint cottage resided, and Arthur decided now was a good time to mend things between him and Alfred, after the boy had had time to settle down. He prepared some tea, and Alfred's favorite chicken soup, and set upstairs with the tray of food. He knocked on the door, and spoke kindly. “Alfred..? I've brought you some dinner..I'm coming in now, okay?” he said, and slowly opened the door. Alfred lay on his bed, his back facing Arthur, and his bedside table lamp was casting a small warm glow on what it touched. Arthur sat the tray on the bedside table, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Alfred..-”

“England..why dont you have anyone..to represent me?..You szid youd always protect me...but how can you do that if you dont have soneone in parliament representing me? Id like to have some say in whats going on where you live...then maybe..maybe.. I could convince them to let you stay here more often..” He was crying a little, and the words he spoke hit the older nation right in the heart. He gathered the boy into his arms, and shushed him. He curled up with Alfred, rocking him back and forth. “Alfred..you do have someone to represent you..And do you know who that is?” He asked, looking into those blue eyes. “Who..?” Alfred sniffled, and shook his head as he wiped his nose with his small hand.Arthur took the others hand, and wiped his tears away. “Its me..i told you id always protect you, and i will. I promised,didnt i?” He said, holding him close. Alfred smiled a bit, as they linked their pinkies. “Just trust me, love..Ill do whatever i have to…”he said, resting his head on Alfred’s,and staring out the window. He began to sing a lullaby to the boy,lulling him to sleep. “You and i will be safe and sound~”