“I didn’t say he was planning anything,” Mathew was too sweet for that. No this was definitely England’s doing. Alfred let his thumb ghost over the switchblade in pocket. It was only for emergencies, but maybe this was one. No, it wasn’t, but it didn’t hurt to touch it, to reassure himself it was there. Just in case, he told himself.
“Well I am not planning anything.” The condescending smile on Arthur’s face pissed him off. Smarmy asshole, “I have nothing that I would plan, particularly not with any of my former colonies.”
“Then why do you need to be so friendly?” He could feel the smoothness of the switchblade under his finger. It felt right, “What’s this envoy coming for?”
“We’re discussing trading,” It was amazing the prude could even speak with his lips pursed together so tightly, “He happens to have some very bountiful resources and I was thinking if lowering import taxes was what it took to get a little most access to them I could stand that, not that it’s any of your business.”
England wanted Mathew’s resources, of course he did. He probably wanted more, probably just didn’t want Alfred to know. Thought he was stupid.
This is paranoia! Stop it.
He wants him. Just like you do.
Why’re ya’ fightin’ over tha’ little nobody anyway?
You can’t let him have him.
You’re being stupid!
He used to be Arthur’s once. Arthur’s regretting letting him go.
Commonwealth.
The word rung out in his mind. Commonwealth. The American was standing before he was even aware of it, his tea cup knocked over, “Is that what this is? You want him back?” The words were tearing themselves from his throat, “Well it’s not happening, he’s not going to assimilate with you.”
Arthur rose to his feet, straightening his green uniform, “What in God’s name are you talking about? I have no desire to have Canada assimilate with me. I’ve already had the pleasure of that, no thank you.” Alfred felt his stomach roiling at the words. What was so bad about Mathew? England simply continued, not noticing like the idiot he was, “And what is this ‘with you’ business. Last I checked Canada was rather happy to be his own nation and wasn’t assimilating with anyone. Who would he assimilate with, you? Don’t be ridiculous.”
It felt like he was boiling on the inside. Why wouldn’t Mathew assimilate with him? It would work out fine. He would make a great 51st state. Why was Arthur laughing at him?
He would be a great wife.
Wouldn’t have to be an actual state. Just…be taken under your wing. Your protection.
Be yours. He would come to like it.
He would have no choice
It was like all of him was humming. The parts of him that shouted out protests were smothered, he couldn’t hear it. Just the harmonious humming.
He would hum with us
I’m sure he likes humming.
It wasn’t ridiculous. It wasn’t laugh worthy. “Shut up!” His hand wasn’t even shaking as it flipped open the switch blade, “You don’t know anything! It would work great! It would be perfect!”
“Good lord! You’re off your rocker.” For all of the condescension in the fool’s voice his green eyes were focused on the blade, “It would never work.”
“Why not?” He could see it now, Mathew by his side, “Who would stop me? You? You couldn’t even stop me from claiming my own independence when you had a base in North America.”
“You bloody fool,” Arthur was now shaking his head slowly, “He would stop you. And I would most certainly help. We’ve fought you off once.”
“Shut up!” The War of 1812 was a fluke. Besides, they hadn’t won it anyways. It was just that Alfred had decided to stop was all. And they were weak now, they couldn’t fight them off now. He stepped forwards, raising the blade, “Maybe if I take care of you now…!”
The Englishman stumbled backwards, moving around his chair, “You have gone mad! You know as well as I do that hurting these bodies does nothing to the country itself! We would still assist Canada!”
“If it doesn’t do anything then it shouldn’t matter if I do.” Maybe when Arthur came back again he’d be less of a snotty fucktard. Maybe he was doing England a favor. Yes, then they would leave Mathew alone…
For Now (2/3)
“Well I am not planning anything.” The condescending smile on Arthur’s face pissed him off. Smarmy asshole, “I have nothing that I would plan, particularly not with any of my former colonies.”
“Then why do you need to be so friendly?” He could feel the smoothness of the switchblade under his finger. It felt right, “What’s this envoy coming for?”
“We’re discussing trading,” It was amazing the prude could even speak with his lips pursed together so tightly, “He happens to have some very bountiful resources and I was thinking if lowering import taxes was what it took to get a little most access to them I could stand that, not that it’s any of your business.”
England wanted Mathew’s resources, of course he did. He probably wanted more, probably just didn’t want Alfred to know. Thought he was stupid.
This is paranoia! Stop it.
He wants him. Just like you do.
Why’re ya’ fightin’ over tha’ little nobody anyway?
You can’t let him have him.
You’re being stupid!
He used to be Arthur’s once. Arthur’s regretting letting him go.
Commonwealth.
The word rung out in his mind. Commonwealth. The American was standing before he was even aware of it, his tea cup knocked over, “Is that what this is? You want him back?” The words were tearing themselves from his throat, “Well it’s not happening, he’s not going to assimilate with you.”
Arthur rose to his feet, straightening his green uniform, “What in God’s name are you talking about? I have no desire to have Canada assimilate with me. I’ve already had the pleasure of that, no thank you.” Alfred felt his stomach roiling at the words. What was so bad about Mathew? England simply continued, not noticing like the idiot he was, “And what is this ‘with you’ business. Last I checked Canada was rather happy to be his own nation and wasn’t assimilating with anyone. Who would he assimilate with, you? Don’t be ridiculous.”
It felt like he was boiling on the inside. Why wouldn’t Mathew assimilate with him? It would work out fine. He would make a great 51st state. Why was Arthur laughing at him?
He would be a great wife.
Wouldn’t have to be an actual state. Just…be taken under your wing. Your protection.
Be yours. He would come to like it.
He would have no choice
It was like all of him was humming. The parts of him that shouted out protests were smothered, he couldn’t hear it. Just the harmonious humming.
He would hum with us
I’m sure he likes humming.
It wasn’t ridiculous. It wasn’t laugh worthy. “Shut up!” His hand wasn’t even shaking as it flipped open the switch blade, “You don’t know anything! It would work great! It would be perfect!”
“Good lord! You’re off your rocker.” For all of the condescension in the fool’s voice his green eyes were focused on the blade, “It would never work.”
“Why not?” He could see it now, Mathew by his side, “Who would stop me? You? You couldn’t even stop me from claiming my own independence when you had a base in North America.”
“You bloody fool,” Arthur was now shaking his head slowly, “He would stop you. And I would most certainly help. We’ve fought you off once.”
“Shut up!” The War of 1812 was a fluke. Besides, they hadn’t won it anyways. It was just that Alfred had decided to stop was all. And they were weak now, they couldn’t fight them off now. He stepped forwards, raising the blade, “Maybe if I take care of you now…!”
The Englishman stumbled backwards, moving around his chair, “You have gone mad! You know as well as I do that hurting these bodies does nothing to the country itself! We would still assist Canada!”
“If it doesn’t do anything then it shouldn’t matter if I do.” Maybe when Arthur came back again he’d be less of a snotty fucktard. Maybe he was doing England a favor. Yes, then they would leave Mathew alone…