Maple leaves, daisies, roses and irises

The author has something to say: please understand before reading, this is a serious history to QwQ

I know that the thoughts I have for you are thoughts of peace.

With the excited roar of the men, the tea leaves were dumped from the big boat in Boston, and all of them were smashed into the bottomless water.

Alfred F. Jones completely torn skin with the British.The Boston Tea Party was the trigger, and the series of explosions that followed really caught the British gentleman by surprise.Where there is oppression, there is resistance. This sentence has been fully reflected in the North American continent. Even Alfred himself did not expect that the independent team would be so large.The self-organized militia took up guns and ammunition, tried their best to collect armed weapons, and officially raised the flag of independence two years later with the sound of gunfire in Kexington.

On April 1775, 4, the American Revolutionary War broke out.Laike/Xington won the first battle, but the British/English soldiers who wanted to seize the militia weapons were defeated and suffered many casualties.While the American nation was rising, England, who heard the news on the other side of the ocean, was furious—I thought it was a resistance that could be easily suppressed as before, but I didn't expect it to come true!

That kid really wants to be independent!

At the same time, "that kid" froze on the spot, staring at his twin brother with his bright blue eyes wide open, deeply suspicious of something wrong with his hearing.

"Are... are you kidding me? Matthew, are you kidding me?" Alfred asked repeatedly, as if he could deny the other party's words, "Not participating in the War of Independence? Are you willing to stay under that bourgeois nobleman for the rest of your life?" Don't you—don't you want to be independent—?"

"I think, of course I want to be independent, Alfred...but not now." Matthew Williams said softly, with a gentle expression, but the tone of his speech was unquestionable, "I will be independent with you, and then? Alfred Fred? Then what should I do? Worship and accept your gift, lead the people to kowtow to you, and merge into the country you established? Stop joking, Alfred... how much I know you, more than you can imagine To understand you..." He squinted at each other, "I live well under the jurisdiction of England, don't bother..."

Alfred F. Jones blushed when his purpose was revealed, but it was because of embarrassment. "Even if you are willing, what will your subjects do? They don't all want to continue to be licked by that green-eyed golden retriever!" His eyes were frighteningly bright, "You also want to protect your own people!" think about it!"

Matthew looked at the twin brothers who were a little excited, and lowered his eyes, "My people also live very well, because there are many French people, so Britain did not treat me like you, but Quebec It’s incredible...not to mention that there is Nova Scotia/Koshe, which provides military supplies for the British army. The treatment there is even better. Do you think that even if I want to be independent, who will support me? Which people will give up The happy life at hand, heading for an independent path that doesn't know the future?"

At this time, the brother standing in front of him was wearing a military uniform. The blue clothes made his appearance extraordinarily handsome, and his tall and straight figure was very handsome.Alfred gasped for breath, as if trying to suppress his surging emotions, but such actions only made him angrier.After a while, he exhaled slowly, and popped out a few words: "You have changed, Matthew Williams."

"You are the one who has changed, my dear brother." Matthew Williams shook his head, his weak voice revealed firmness, "You still said that Ying/Glan is ambitious, don't you now? Got a little The benefit is to want more... Now, your purpose is no longer different from mine. "

"My independence is for a better life, but you, my brother... are for conquering more lands."

One of the Southern twins was speechless.

Alfred F. Jones understood that no matter how much he said, the other party would not join him in declaring war on Britain.

When leaving, the future Mei/Lijian gritted his teeth and said, "I won't give up."

The future Canada nods at him, "Me too."

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In 1775, after persuasion to no avail, the Independent Army invaded Quebec.

But in the end, after the tenacious resistance of the Quebec people, the people of the British North American colonies, together with the aided British army, defeated the Independence Army who tried to turn Quebec into the No. 14 state.

"It's unbelievable..." Arthur Kirkland casually shook off the blood splattered on the gun, and glanced at the mess on the ground, "The last time I saw this kind of scene at your place, it should be more than ten years ago with that When the red wine bastard is fighting for your custody?" The British gentleman looked at the silent young man beside him with sarcasm, "I saw it again, but it was when you two brothers turned against each other...but that's all."

Matthew Williams knew that the object of the other party's ridicule—not Alfred, nor him, Matthew—was the former friendship of the North American twins. "Jehovah will witness all this," he said, his voice inaudible. "Those wicked Protestants don't have the same way as us, whether it's faith or freedom."

Arthur Kirkland shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't give a shit about that, despite the 'Bloody Mary', at least I'm enlightened now. And your dispute—" He paused, accidentally pronouncing the "L" sound for a "G" sound , "Especially this kind of religious dispute is meaningless to me. If I help you, then you only need to continue to be ruled by Great Britain, and I don't want to take care of other things .If it wasn't for that unfamiliar white-eyed wolf who wanted to seize more land, and drew his attention to me..."

Matthew Williams silently looked at the coldly snorting blond gentleman.Twelve years had passed since the Seven Years' War, and the other side still looked like they were in their early twenties-they would not have changed in appearance without major changes.The North American twins who were like children in those days are now grown up, and the invading country is still young.

"Mr. England," Matthew said hesitantly while wiping the gun in his hand, "do you think, Alfred, he...will succeed?"

Mr. England suddenly turned his head, his green emerald-like eyes flickered coldly.Arthur Kirkland clenched the flintlock gun in his hand, and the red military uniform was stained with stars and blood. He stared straight at the flustered curly-haired young man in front of him, and slowly evoked a cold and cruel smile, saying every word Said: "Do you think that wild boy can beat me? A colony that I have ruled for 300 years, even an army that has been snatched from me, can defeat my British/Empire elite team?"

Matthew shook his head quickly, "No, Mr. England...I didn't mean that, I just, just asked..."

"Just asking? You shouldn't even have this idea!" In the eyes of the empire on which the sun never sets, he sneered and said, "Or are you, as his brother, starting to support his actions? You also have Do you want to be independent?"

"No, I don't have one, Mr. England! Alfred lobbied me, but I refused!" Matthew hurriedly explained, he didn't understand how he would jump to such a topic, "You are very nice to me Well, I'm content! I won't be independent—"

"Hmph, who can tell?" Arthur sneered, then turned his head indifferently, and never looked at Matthew, who couldn't argue with him, "They are all indigenous peoples in North America who have been unable to wash away the stench for hundreds of years. Zhang's clean skin is the same disgusting in his bones, who knows if you will betray me like him?"

Matthew's heart seemed to miss a beat. He looked helplessly at the English gentleman with his back to him, and tightly clenched his hand wiping the gun.

No, that's not the case...

"I won't . . . Mr. England."

The light brown-haired youth lowered his head in frustration, and his voice came out in a low voice.The British gentleman still didn't look back, just snorted and shrugged, "There is no best. I'm good enough for you. It's still for the sake of the French in your family. I don't want to be with that guy yet. The red wine bastard turned his face... so you also be good to me, don't be ungrateful like your brother!"

The red dress fluttered in the air.Matthew stood in a pool of blood, with his head down, a chill swept over his whole body.Arthur Kirkland's voice still echoed in his mind, he pursed his lips, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

Ingratitude...how can you be kind?Why?So how can we talk about forgetting and being negative?

Even when it comes to how well Britain has treated him... Kirkland speaks in a tone of charity.

Proud century-old country.And colonies that are oppressed to the extreme.

Matthew slowly lowered the hand holding the gun.

- The winner and the loser are divided.

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In 1783, England officially recognized the independence of the United States, and the American War of Independence ended.

The defeated empire tried its best to maintain the most elegant posture of a gentleman, turned a deaf ear to the overwhelming sarcasm and abuse from the Americans, always raised his arrogant chin, and signed the Treaty of Paris at the Palace of Versailles.The blond-haired and blue-eyed gentleman sat on the side, and the new country held the treaty in his hand, as if deliberately provoking the other party, he read slowly word by word:

"Article [-], His Majesty recognizes the United States as a free, sovereign and independent country..."

He couldn't even read the second article together - the cheers of the Americans were so loud that they almost knocked the top of the gorgeous palace down.Alfred F. Jones had a calm expression, but if you look carefully, you can see the burning flames in his eyes.He squinted at his former ruler: Arthur Kirkland still had a look of arrogance on his face, as if it wasn't his failure that was being cheered by the audience, but Alfred still noticed him on his lap clasped hands.

It can be said that England/England got the North American colonies from France/France, but lost something equivalent because of it.Alfred F. Jones hooked the corners of his mouth happily, and after the cheers ended, he continued to read the contents of the treaty aloud, admiring the increasingly ugly face of the empire on which the sun never sets...

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"Should I congratulate you, United States of America?"

"Isn't it, my once, once brother?"

He bites the word "was" hard.Matthew Williams could feel the strong anger suppressed by the other party.Although the other party concealed it well and tried hard to make himself seem emotionally stable, the leaky "s" and "th" sounds between his words and the low-pressure aura emanating from his body all reflected the extremely unhappy mood of the other party at the moment.

Matthew smiled at him, "Congratulations, my former brother, you have grown up, become independent, and finally got rid of the shackles of England."

"But what about you, Williams? What are you doing now!" Alfred gritted his teeth and said, "Have you forgotten, we agreed to become independent together and drive away Great Britain together—"

His brother interrupted him.

Matthew smiled bitterly, the drooping curly hair on his head swept across his cheeks, and the content of his words was contrary to the soft voice: "It's so hypocritical, Jones, after less than ten years, you seem to have forgotten Just like everything else, coming to discuss childhood memories in a friendly and friendly manner! What a laughing scene!"

Alfred reflexively wanted to refute, "I—"

"What are you trying to say, Mr. Jones?" Matthew met those angry blue eyes without fear, two pairs of almost identical eyes staring at each other, "I don't want to hear your excuses, I don't accept any excuses .Alfred - listen carefully - you have caused my people to shed blood, and in the face of this iron solid fact, any words of yours are powerless and pale!"

Mr. Jones could not utter a word.But in fact, the anger he had suppressed for a long time was finally on the verge of erupting—the other party’s words made him feel offended—Alfred took a few deep breaths, his face flushed, and he shouted angrily: “It’s obvious that you didn’t Willing to participate, that's why I made it mandatory by the army - I persuaded you! I persuaded you in the first place! But what did you do? Put on a disgusting good face, conspire with green-eyed Brits from Western Europe - —”

Matthew Williams frowned in disgust as he listened. "It's too ugly, Alfred! How could you..." He shook his head unbearably, "It was you who invaded Quebec first, and Mr. England, who is my governor, sent troops to help, besides ——"I have rejected your persuasion...

He was interrupted before he could speak the second half of the sentence. "Aha!" Alfred raised the corner of his mouth maliciously as if grasping something, "Listen! 'Mr. England'! What a respectful title! It's really disgusting——" He Squinting your eyes, "My dear brother, when did you have such a good relationship with him? 'Mr. England', huh? Did he treat you so well that you missed it so much that you fell in love? Only Is it possible to get married only after a union like Poland/Land-Li/Thuania? Do you want to call it—”

"Snapped!"

Crisp applause.Alfred F. Jones' head was thrown violently to one side, and his beautiful blue eyes were full of lingering anger and disbelief.

"Mei/Riken, you are too much—!"

The mild-mannered youth was panting with rage, blue eyes with a icy gleam.His right hand was still in the air, trembling slightly, his fair skin was covered with scars from wars and calluses from guns. (The high-energy below enters QwQ with caution)

Matthew Williams took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, as if this would calm the monstrous anger that almost ignited him.However, before he could calm down—his wrist was caught, and his whole body fell backward due to the thrust—the twin brother, who was completely enraged by him, roared and threw his prey down like a leopard, regardless of his body With a painful gasp, he pressed the opponent down on the rough carpet, imprisoned the opponent with his arms like iron, pulled out a grim smile and whispered: "Do you think that I really dare not touch you, Matthew Williams?"

He was only wearing a white shirt, and the bristles of the carpet stuck to his back very uncomfortable.Matthew looked at him angrily, "Let go of me, Alfred!"

The people below were struggling non-stop, even though they knew it was impossible to resist, they still tried their best to push the people above with their slender wrists.Alfred F. Jones snorted on the other party's neck and sneered, "Let go of you, and then? Let you go to your green-eyed little lover?"

"Jones—"

Matthew stopped suddenly, because the other party's head was lowered forcefully, and his auricle was being licked.He has never been so afraid like this moment, every cell in his body is clamoring to escape.The tingling sensation spread from the ears to the limbs, followed by a sense of vomiting in the abdominal cavity. He tilted his head and shouted without hesitation: "Get off of me, you disgusting beauty /Country!"

The youth on his body froze for a moment.Matthew Williams secretly gathered strength, raised his head suddenly, and hit the opponent's forehead.When Mei/Lijian knelt straight and covered his head due to the pain, he hurriedly backed away, then jumped up, and retreated to the corner of the room without hesitation, looking warily at the twin brothers who had already stood up.

Alfred gritted his teeth and covered his red forehead, glared fiercely at Matthew on the other side of the room, and cursed secretly.Bearing the other party's angry and hateful eyes, Matthew was startled, turned around and pulled out the western long sword hanging on the wall, and pointed at Alfred opposite him.

Alfred, who took a step forward, paused. "Good, good..." He gritted his teeth and muttered angrily, "Matthew Williams—you better not get caught by me!"

The newborn American with a livid face slammed the door and left.Matthew let out a sigh of relief, only to realize that the hand holding the sword was covered with cold sweat, and he could hardly hold the smooth hilt.He tiptoed and put the long sword back carefully, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the slightly sunken carpet where the two of them had just passed. Suddenly his face turned pale, and he stumbled to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and desperately rinsed his ears. .

It was obviously clean, but he felt that the most disgusting thing was attached to it, and he kept rubbing it until his skin turned red.Alfred's breath was still filling his nostrils, Matthew bit his lower lip tightly, and his heart ached as if being kneaded by a big hand.

terrible……

He let the cold water flow down his neck and onto his body, wetting the collar of his white shirt.Matthew Williams covered his mouth, restraining his strong urge to gag, and closed his painful blue eyes—

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In the sunshine of North America, there are two similar teenagers hugging each other tightly.

They talked innocently of independence, they swore their vows firmly, they had a bond that was in their blood, inseparable, stronger than any covenant.

The blue-eyed teenager laughed happily:

"We are one."

"We are North American twins."