What's done is done.

What's said is said.

Everything that has happened

Has led you to this moment.

Now take the time to ask yourself:

If you could go back

and change the past,

would you do it?

Prologue

"You sure talk big for a cry baby." Alfred said, interrupting my speech.

"Excuse me?" I said, turning to glare at the blonde.

Alfred chuckled. "You talk about how everyone is so immature, and how we are 'unwise'," He picked up a water bottle and took a long sip. "So superior you sound. Like... like a cat acting like a lion."

His statement had silenced the others, who now leaned foward in anticipation. Normally, I would try to avoid any building fights, but Alfred had hit a nerve, even with his choice of words.

"Just what are you trying to say?" I demanded, shifting my body to face him.

"I mean, you act like you could fight a war with any of us," He said, gesturing to the other three. I glanced at them briefly, and noticed that there was a fourth member that I hadn't seen before. "As if you could beat us."

I felt my eyebrow twitch at the comment and I took a deep breath. "I never once said any of that." said I.

"No," Alfred sighed, slumping down in his seat. "but sometimes, your body language can say so much more..."

"Quite an arrogant tone you have taken on." I said irratibly.

"Arrogant? Arrogant?!" Alfred shouted with a sudden intensity, jumping out of his seat. "Please! If there is anyone who is arrogant, it's you, Arthur!" he yelled, pointing a finger at me. He then burst into laughter. "You lost to a bunch of poorly equipped soldiers!"

Francis stifled a laugh, and I heard Yao mutter something under his breath. I took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm myself.

"Sure, but we slew over fifty-thousand of them," said I, with a smug grin. "And then we burned your capital."

Alfred shot up quickly and suddenly that even Ivan was startled.

"Yeah, fifty thousand." he muttered, and I could see that it pained him to be reminded of the casualties. "It doesn't matter, 'cause you still lost. And if you would have won, there would have been no capital to burn." he shouted fiercly.

"You brought that upon yourself!"

"And I would do it again!" he yelled with such intensity that it echoed in the room while a mischevious smile played upon his lips.

"You are in no position to speak to me like this!" I shouted back in frustration, taking a stand from my seat. "Count yourself lucky! I had the heart to spare you that day! I showed you mercy!"

"You lost and cried like a bitch!" he argued, aproaching me with long strides until he was looking down upon me from his height and I looking up. "You couldn't let go of your 'little brother'. You didn't have the guts to strike back. You couldn't bear the fact that someone no longer wanted you around!" he shouted, jabbing his fingers at my chest everytime he said "you".

Something in me snapped. I felt so pissed off, so sad, so humiliated. I clenched my fists and tried once more to calm myself. I could feel the tension building in the room, and heard a few murmurs in the room. I began to hum "God Save the Queen" to distract myself.

"Wow Arthur, you look tense," Alfred said with a sudden softness in his voice. "You should probably go have some tea," he said with a gentle voice, placing his arm around my shoulders. "Oh wait, I dumped it all in the ocean!" He shouted. and was thrown into a fit of laughter.

"THAT DOES IT!" I shouted and pivoted on my foot and punched the blonde in the face, knocking his glasses on the floor. He was knocked back a bit, but came back in retaliation shoved me onto the table, still laughing uncontroallably. I grit my teeth as I felt my back hit the edges of the table. I bounced back up and charged at the man, launching my fists into his face repeatedly, and I saw blood began to draw from his nose. He made no effort to stop me though, and only continued to laugh. His laughter was pissing me off, and the harder he laughed, the harder I hit. His knees began to buckle, and I knew that this was his point of vulnerability. I was just about to launch my weight upon him when I felt a set of hands seize my torso.

I hadn't noticed before that everyone was yelling. I could feel the set of hands struggling to pry me away from Alfred. The hands had a familiar feel to them, and I realized that it was Francis. I jerked my elbows back, jabbing the edges of them into his stomach. When he released me, I launched back at Alfred, who now flinched as I rushed towards him. That's right you little bastard. Fear me. But my fist was caught by Yao, who had suddenly appeared before me. He twisted it in a painful way, then spun upon his foot and kicked me to the ground. Francis had attempted to catch me,but failed. I fell on my back, knocking the wind out of my, and my head came whizzing down onto the cold hard floor, making me feel an excrutiating amount of pain accompanied by dizzziness and double vision. I looked around, attempting to focus as the enemies of pain seized my body. I noticed Yao was tending to Alfred's swollen face. Suddenly, Francis appeared before me, kneeling down beside me. I saw his lips move, and heard the sound of his silky voice, but could not follow the words. I couldn't focus on anything, and the world seemed to spin around me for so long that I had begun to believe that it would never stop...

Once the spinning had ceased and the pain no longer lingered, I was finally able to focus. The traces of dizziness were finally departing, but only for a headache to replace it. All the yelling and commotion in the room wasn't helping either. Francis was yelling at Alfred for starting a fight while Yao yelled at my for losing my temper, cursing in Chinese. Meanwhile, Ivan sat back and watched the whole thing go down while Matthew attempted to calm everyone, but alas, no one could hear him through all the commotion. I left the room as soon as I could, a tear betraying my eye and escaping down the bottom of my cheek.

I drove home, nearly hitting a few cars on the way. I slammed the doors on the way in to my house, and with no real way to express my anger, began to destroy my flat.

I tore down pictures, including my own paintings. I threw my bookshelves, spilling countless novels of Charles Dickens and the works of Shakespear and so on. I threw dishes, books, couch cushions, and basically anything I could get my hands on. I shouted obscene words, thinking aloud, throwing a huge tantrum that I knew I would regret later. Thank goodness I live alone.

Alone.

Always alone.

But even when I had others, they left me.

They never liked me. They were just waiting for the oppurtunity to leave me.

Just like Alfred.

I collapsed onto the floor, unable to stop the tears that streamed from my eyes. I looked around at the mess I had made. Then I thought about the meeting, and how swollen Alfred's face had been. I began to feel guilty. I had hurt him.

But he had hurt me too.

And I would do it again.

Make him regret ever saying those things.

No, make him regret ever rebelling.

Yes, make him sorry he ever fought me.

I stood up and walked around the mess and down to the basement.

"I'll make you pay," I muttered, "I gave you a home. I fed you, I took care of you. I raised you for God's sake!"

I walked towards the empty space of which I had drawn a large circle I used for incripting magic.

"I'll make you pay," I rummaged through dusty old spell books. "You will get what you deserved that day."

I picked up a spell book specializing in time travel.

"I should have learned to never show you mercy!" I opened the book and read the specific skills and instructions to perform the spell.

"I won't make that mistake again." I took upon a knife and cut the edge of my finger, and began to use my blood to draw a star in the center of my magic circle.

"Mercy is for the weak!" I lit candles and placed them around the circle.

"You will learn the might of the British Empire!"

I stood in the center of the circle and read the spell aloud to complete the task.

"Redde me profundum tempus,

Ubi fata mutari potest.

Redde me intueri nefas

Ad vitandum errorem quod eiusdem!"

- Translation -

"Take me back to the depths of time

Where I can change my fate.

Take me back to fix a crime

To avoid that same mistake!"

I performed this chant several times until the circle around me began to glow. Following the spell, I thought back of the time that I wished to revisit. The memories of that day where we faced off washed over me, and I grit my teeth and chanted:

"Sucipe me ad tempus

Ibi erit

Stella vexillum ultra picti."

- Translation -

"Take me back to a time

Where there will be

Star spangled banner no more."

The glow from the circle began to portray all the events that happened in that time period with the light it was portraying, as if it were a hologram. They spun around me slowly, and the moment I saw the light portraying Alfred and I face to face, I reached out for it, grasping it as if it were a solid. When I clenched my fist around the light, the 'hologram' stopped spinnning.

I took one deep breath and began to cast the spell.

"Stella vexillum ultra picti!"

The spell was casted with no hesitation.

I found myself in a warp of time, spinning somewhat. Past events washed over me until I found myself reliving that moment which I stood before Alfred and his army, my gun in hand.

He had his own gun pointed towards me, read to fire. He had that fiery intent look in his eye, ready to show no mercy.

Just as I was.

"All I want is my freedom!" Those words had been shouted at me once more. Those heartbreaking words. They made me feel sad and regret ful for a moment.

But only for a moment.

"I won't allow it!" I yelled, but this time I meant it. I refused to make that mistake again.

I will give him what he deserves.

I launched at him, but instead of scraping his gun out of his hands, I scraped the bayonet of my gun across his face.

Both of our armies charged at each other. Alfred staggered back, his left hand on his face and the other on his gun. He removed his bloody hand from his face to glare at me, revealing the cut I had made, starting the bottom right to the top left of his face, destroying the eye. The blood flowed from the cut, flesh dangling from his cheeks. Such a horrid, bloody sight it was, yet I had a feeling of... victory. Accomplishment.

I took upon my gun once more, adrenaline taking over. As I was about to make another move for attack, Alfred launched his weapon across my face, making a vertical cut across the right side of my face.

The pain was sharp, and the ends of the bayonet had cut my eye as well. The cut he made was no where near as deep as I had made his, but it was enough to draw blood. I bit my lip and suppressed the urge to shout in pain. Taking a steady hold of my gun once more, I fired at his shoulder. He shrieked and fell back, and, taking a chance on his vulnerability, launched myself upon him with all my force and weight. Then, taking hold of my weapon, slid the bayonet across his arm. Then I knocked his weapon from his hands, and in retaliation, he launched his fist upon his wound, painting his hand red with my blood.

He then took a hold of my hair, digging his fingernails onto my scalp, and flipped me suddenly so that he was on top of me. He placed his knees upon my chest and I stared at his barely recognizable face. It was damaged beyond recognition, and the blood dripped from his face and loose flesh to my own. I shifted my gaze to his injured eye - whatever was left of it. Not a hint of the blue or white of his eye. He began to unleash a volley of punches upon my face, focusing on the right. Each blow was painful, and I winced as they came, unable to block them. Despite his injuries, he was still quite powerful. It seemed as though no matter what I do, I would still lose this war.

No, I am powerful.

I am Great Britain.

Great for a reason.

And I will show him that reason.

I won't be defeated. Not again.

I raised my weapon, only for it to be knocked out of my hands. I then quickly raised my hand and dug my fingers into what used to be his eye. My fingers slid in easily, and I felt the gooey substance from inside slide across my skin, and I dug in with my fingernails, staining my hands with a deep red. He shrieked, and was about to land another blow when I caught his fist with my free hand and twisted it the same way Yao had done to me in the meeting. Satisfied with the shout of pain, I lifted myself and threw Alfred off of me. I staggered to my feet, and charged towards the bloody man, kicking him as hard as I could possibly manage, He winced and collapsed, coughing out blood.

I bent over and flipped him so that he was lying on his back. He reached up in an attempt to make another attack. I whipped his hands away and seized him by the throat, picking him up and then slamming him to the ground. Blood spattered out from his mouth, and I kept my hands firnly gripped on his throat. His hands now grasped my own as he struggled weakly to pry my hands away.

Smug with my victory, I decided to seal the deal. I leaned in close, seeing the details of his swollen blood-stained face. "You are mine. I won't allow you to change that." I declared, wearing a smug grin.

I found that I still don't have what it takes to kill him. I took one moment to look around the battlefield and saw all the bloodshed. But it was clear who the winner was.

We had won this battle.

And we will win this war.

I released him and commanded my army for the next task. I had one soldier provide chains for me, which I used to bound Alfred to once recieved.

"From now on, there will be troops patrolling your streets daily. All weapons will be confiscated, and none of your citizens will ever lay a hand, nor an eye, on a weapon again. All residents' homes will be checked daily. Your colonies will be under strict rules, and closely watched for the rest of your life. Is that understood?" In response, Alfred spat at my face.

Anger overflowed, and I punched him in the face with as much force I could manage. I flipped him over, slamming on to the ground. I then placed my knee on to his back, placing all my weight there. He began coughing and panting, shifting constantly, trying to find a way to relieve the pain, at least temporarily.

I leaned in once more. "If you cannot follow these rules, I will kill you on the spot!" I put more weight on his back, and he winced, biting back a scream. "And I will make it slow and painful. Is that understood?" I flipped him so that he was facing me. There was hatred written all over his face. Hesitantly, he nodded, refusing to look at me. That was fine by me.

I have won.

I am feared.

I am powerful.

Later that same day, we found the men responsible for the spark of the revolution and all those who were a part of it. George Washington, Benjamin Franklin and so on were hanged in public. I still held full control of the thirteen colonies.

And I was not going to lose him.

Victory had never tasted so sweet...

I awoke to a sound in my room. I looked around, squinting as the bright light blinded me. My head hurt, and I realized that it was all a dream. I looked up and saw the back of Alfred's head. What was he doing in my house?

I recalled the events of the meeting, and guilt washed over me for what I had done to him. I sat up.

"Alfred, I want to apolo-" I stopped midsentence at the sight of Alfred turning to face me. I gazed at the long scar that stretched diagonally across his face and wore an eyepatch as well. I had also realized that my eyesight was impaired, for I was blind on my right eye. Alfred bowed dwon to me.

"Lord Arthur, your food is ready." he said in a monotone voice, with a hint of hatred.

I looked up at the calendar to my left. It was May 7, 2015. I realized that everything really did happen.

That was no dream.

Chapter 1 Coming Soon!