(You’re America (Alfred), it’s 1775.)

You ran away from London, from your father, Arthur Lancaster, the king. You were- well, you are the crown prince but you still ran away and moved to the colonies about six, maybe seven months ago (6,7). You built a nice cabin in the woods and a stable for your horse Zeus, he’s a gray Akhal-Teke and you’ve had him since you lived in England, you brought him with you. You also have a new American White Horse you named Blizzard. You’ve got an Eagle that follows you around named George.

There’s a revolution coming, everyone can tell but today you’re just chilling, reading on your couch. George is laying on your chest watching you. You know the British Army is looking for you, but even with all the soldiers around Boston, how would they know you went to the colonies, you even changed your last name from Lancaster to Jones, just so they can’t find you. And it’s not like they’re gonna knock on you’re door, right?

Strangely, just as you were zoned out thinking about there’s a knock on your door. George flies off of your chest, onto his post beside the couch, you put the book down and gets up, walking to the door. He’s got a bad feeling about this but shakes it off, he reaches to the door…