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Chapter 6-The Golden Brush of A Memory
You gasped when you saw the beautifully etched tattoo. (Too bad it was causing Britain all this pain.)
It was a Black Rose. Curves Petals, exquisite detail...it was a work of art! But when you went to touch it. Britian would only gasp NO to you.
As if it was a living nightmare carved onto his heart. You pulled your hand back suddenly.
"I'm terribly sorry. It'd just so...beautiful." Arthur snorted.
"Aye, it's REAL keeper." Your eyes winced as if it were hurt. Arthur looked at you becoming concerned once more.
"Oh I didn't-"
"Well." You cried cutting him off. "I believe it is time for me to leave you to rest." You took in a deep breath. The aroma of the candles filling you.
"I'm sorry. For being a burden." You said softly. And before you could let Arthur speak you blew onto the candle. And just like that...it went out.
Days past as you nourished your injured Pirate to health. Hiding him from the villagers and avoiding causing any trou
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'This is wrong.' You think, your mind flashing backů.
"Oh, say! Can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming;
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight!" sang a bawdy voice from outside the sick tents. You rose from your kneeling position by one of the cots and marched outside.
"For heaven's sake, what's all this racket?!" You demanded of the singer.
"I am just encouraging my men, ma'am." The figure grinned at you, blue eyes twinkling. He attempted to smooth down the ridiculous cowlick in his light brown hair. "I was just thinkin' that maybe my amazing voice might encourage them to get out of bed and back on the battlefield."
"These men are ill, sir. They need rest, not encouragement."
"You mean it should be quiet when they die." He st
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When the sun's light shone into the library the next morning, it fell on the two brothers who were still sleeping on the couch. At some point during the night, they had shifted positions. England had fallen over and was now laying stretched out on the couch as if it was a bed. America was still on top of him, but he had moved around so much in his sleep, that he had somehow managed to turn himself upside-down. His legs were propped up and resting on the couch's back, his back was stretched across England's legs, and his head and shoulders were dangling off the edge of the couch. One of America's hands was on his stomach. His other arm was hanging off the couch as well. At the end of it, his hand still clutched the pillow with which he had fallen asleep.
As uncomfortable as the position looked, America was having no trouble sleeping like that. His mouth hung wide open as he slept, c
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Later that evening, America and England sat down for what should have been a quiet meal together. However, England was having difficulty enjoying his food because of let's just say of how well America was enjoying his. After taking care of America for so long, England had become used to America's noisy eating habit, but this meal it seemed like America had really turned up the volume. England observed it all in pure amazement as America (not too silently) wolfed down his food as if he had not eaten in weeks. Desperately, his hands grabbed at anything edible within his reach and stuffed it in his mouth. He was hardly bothering to chew. One would think that his small mouth would not be big enough to hold the all the nourishment he was forcing into it, but he somehow managed to stuff all the food in (Most of it anyway. The rest ended up all over and around him). In the course of all this action, A
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America flinched at the sound of England calling his name. Other than that, he made no other movement. He stayed glued to his hiding spot in the apple tree. He was having one of those, "Maybe if I ignore him, he'll go away," moments.
"Alfred!" came the voice again. "I know you are up there, so you might as well come down!"
Once again, America stood his ground. He closed his eyes. In disparity, he had now switched to "Maybe if I can't see him, he can't see me," mode.
"Alfred!" England called a third time. This time his voice had England's "I'm warning you," tone to it. This was it. America was feeling sicker by the minute. "This is your final chance. If you are not on the ground, in front of me, in the next sixty seconds, you shall go without dinner this evening."
That got America's attention. Anything but that! He hated go
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America ran as fast as he could to the back yard! England was coming! England was coming! Normally, he would be rushing out to meet him, but not this time. This time, England was the last person he wanted to see. He looked around the backyard-trying to decide what to do. It was too late to jump the fence and head for the woods. They were too far away, and England was too close. Surly, England would see him. After a moment of carful strategic planning, America decided his only safe bet was to hide in the big apple tree in the back yard. With his axe still in hand, he began to work his way up the tree.
Of course, we all know America's brilliant plan of hiding in an apple tree was not the best idea he ever had. If America had put more thought into it, he would have realized that it was an especially futile hiding spot, considering it was his favorite hiding