Frostbite Part II: RusAmeFebruary, 1945Frostbite Part II: RusAme3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Emily F. Jones, America
Alfred collapsed on the sofa, his face extremely pale. I eyed him warily and sighed. That damn World War really wore him out. I hated seeing my brother like this. It skewed my vision of him. Alfred was the hero, the confident man splashed with a touch of familiar arrogance. He wasn't serious. He wasn't tired. He was undefeatable.
There are instances where I've seen him broken, of course. But those were moments I tended to try and forget. Sadly, everyone else is there to remind us of it all.
Alfred closed his eyes, which were only partly visible due to the stream of light that reflected off of his glasses. I slowly approached him and propped myself at the edge of the couch. He didn't move a muscle.
There were bags present under his eyes and his usual vibrant persona was watered down to a faint and broken hum. The effects of war could be a real bitch.
I would know.
My brother and I both personify America. But he gets all of the glory for it. But I'm