"It's alright, I understand," said England, nodding. "You may come along, if you want. I worded the letter as delicately as I could... Now, I think it's about time you dried off. The water is probably getting cold." He set down a set of folded, wool clothing for the younger to wear to bed. The discussion that he knew had to happen regarding the actions to be taken in fixing the whole mess could wait until tomorrow. It had been a long day for the both of them. His poor brother was probably tired, and he had a lot of work that would be best done uninterrupted. "There's some spare hardtack from the journey over, and plenty of water, but not too much else, I'm afraid. We're still awaiting more supplies." They couldn't get any from the colonists for obvious reasons.
"I'm fine, not hungry." America mumbled, waiting for England to turn around again before standing up and drying himself off. How could he look his men in the face and tell them the war was a bad idea? He knew they would be disappointed but he had no other choice, maybe he would stay with England for awhile after this he thought, they were all old anyways, he could always come back once they've all died or something.
As soon as he was sure his brother was dressed, England turned around once again. "This way... Do you want to sleep on your own, or do you want to sleep with me?" America was still due for a bad caning, but that was another thing that could wait until the next day.
"I guess with you." America mumbled, feeling pathetic for saying it. Still, it had been years since he had last shared a bed with England, it would be nice, it would also keep him warm, he was getting quite cold.
England wrapped his hand over America's shoulder. Though Alfred was taller, he was still Arthur’s little set of colonies. "Very well. Are you sure you don't want any water? Tea?” Tea was yet another thing he was running low on, but it wasn't the end of the world if they had to turn to water alone until the supply ship arrived.
"Maybe some water, I don't want any tea." America mumbled, leaning in close to England. "But honestly I'm just tired, I would be fine without water if you don't wanna get me any." he said, yawning. He hoped tomorrow would be a better day, a fresh new start he figured.
"That's quite alright, Alfred." England ushered him into the room before once again calling one of the maids over; the same one that had drawn the water. One couldn't exactly bring too many luxuries over with them during a war. The two that did come only did so because their relatives were among those going to 'war.' "Go get some water for my brother. If all goes well, your son Timothy won't see battle, after all." Not there, at least, but it was enough to get her to nod and immediately run off to do just that.
[Part 18] Remember Your Place (10)
"I'm fine, not hungry." America mumbled, waiting for England to turn around again before standing up and drying himself off. How could he look his men in the face and tell them the war was a bad idea? He knew they would be disappointed but he had no other choice, maybe he would stay with England for awhile after this he thought, they were all old anyways, he could always come back once they've all died or something.
As soon as he was sure his brother was dressed, England turned around once again. "This way... Do you want to sleep on your own, or do you want to sleep with me?" America was still due for a bad caning, but that was another thing that could wait until the next day.
"I guess with you." America mumbled, feeling pathetic for saying it. Still, it had been years since he had last shared a bed with England, it would be nice, it would also keep him warm, he was getting quite cold.
England wrapped his hand over America's shoulder. Though Alfred was taller, he was still Arthur’s little set of colonies. "Very well. Are you sure you don't want any water? Tea?” Tea was yet another thing he was running low on, but it wasn't the end of the world if they had to turn to water alone until the supply ship arrived.
"Maybe some water, I don't want any tea." America mumbled, leaning in close to England. "But honestly I'm just tired, I would be fine without water if you don't wanna get me any." he said, yawning. He hoped tomorrow would be a better day, a fresh new start he figured.
"That's quite alright, Alfred." England ushered him into the room before once again calling one of the maids over; the same one that had drawn the water. One couldn't exactly bring too many luxuries over with them during a war. The two that did come only did so because their relatives were among those going to 'war.' "Go get some water for my brother. If all goes well, your son Timothy won't see battle, after all." Not there, at least, but it was enough to get her to nod and immediately run off to do just that.