Maple leaves, daisies, roses and irises

Hosanna!Praise be to God!Those who come in the name of the Lord are worthy of praise!

The angry British nobleman smashed the exquisite oriental porcelain in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a "bang", and the splashed tea stained his clean trousers.Arthur Kirkland frowned, his catlike green eyes ablaze, and he whispered through gnashed teeth: "Francis Bonofois—that's really good!"

The servants were busy cleaning up the broken tiles for him.Matthew Williams stood aside, silently watching the furious look of the green-eyed man, suddenly feeling deeply ironic.

"The whole world should really be celebrating, right, Williams?" Arthur Kirkland turned his head, his stiff smile made him look a bit hideous, "The combination of two old-fashioned empires... well, only that hypocritical music kingdom can I can figure it out, the two of them are really a match made in heaven! Look at it, the peace obtained by relying on marriage is doomed to be short-lived, and the French/French Empire will definitely become a mess and fall apart..."

A prophecy.

On July 1789, 7, the people of Paris captured the Bastille.

"This will be the beginning of a new era," the elegant man with blond curly hair held a goblet, looking fascinatedly at the rippling red Syrah in the glass, and his deep voice was particularly charming, "The people raised their guns and stood up. The cannon blew up all the luxury in the Palace of Versailles, and the capitalists occupied every corner of Paris like locusts—”

1792 9 Month 22 Day.

"—the king was guillotined."

"That poor and hateful girl, since the moment she set foot on the land of France/France 24 years ago, her current fate has been doomed..." Francis kissed the delicate red rose in his hand, showing a hint of inexplicable meaning. Smiling, and then vigorously threw the flowers outside the sunny house, "Bonsoir, the rose of Versailles..."

Following England/England and the United States/United States, France/France launched the largest and most thorough bourgeois revolution in the world and established the First French/French Republic.

Matthew Williams naturally did not see all this with his own eyes.Since the American Revolutionary War, he has been dreaming his own dream in his own world.The British gentleman knocked on his door, looked at his dispirited appearance, and said with some helplessness: "Although you are not as white-eyed as your brother, I am very happy, but you should not be so... Decadent, okay?"

Matthew scratched his head and responded with a smile.The white bear in his arms writhed restlessly, looked at the stranger in front of him, and asked in an awkward accent, "Who are you?"

Arthur Kirkland raised his eyebrows high.Matthew said to his pet with some embarrassment: "You can't be rude to the guests... This is Mr. England, have you forgotten? You have seen him before..."

The white bear named Xiong Erlang blinked and repeated obediently: "Mr. England, good morning."

Mr. England raised his eyebrows, and finally chose to ignore Ice Bear's terrible accent, nodded and entered the room.Although Matthew fell asleep day after day, the servants in the house were obviously very responsible. Whether it was the shiny old-fashioned rifle or the spotless revolving stairs, Arthur, who thought he would step into the doghouse, felt sincerely grateful .

"Mr. England, this is black tea, please use it slowly." Matthew put the teacup lightly on the low table made of pineapple wood, and stood aside respectfully.

Arthur picked up the teacup with a very good manner, and recognized the place of origin at a glance, "Jingde ceramics from China? It's hard to see now."

"Yes... This tea set was originally given to me by Mr. France."

"The East... is filled with countless wealth and treasures." The eyes of the man who had already obtained India flickered with desire for conquest, but he didn't go any further on this topic.Arthur took a sip of tea, turned his head and said with a smile: "Speaking of France/France, do you know? That guy killed his royal family with his own hands!"

Matthew looked at him in astonishment.The blond gentleman smiled sarcastically, and said slowly in an authentic London accent: "He executed Louis XVI and the Queen, revolted with the people, promulgated the Declaration of Human Rights, overthrew the big bourgeoisie, Now the bosses are changing one by one!"

Matthew frowned—in fact, he didn't understand the purpose of the British nobles telling him these things.He thought for a while and replied cautiously: "Mr. England, do you want me to do something for Mr. France?"

"Open a bottle of red wine, sing a celebratory song, smash the wine bottle and throw the pieces at France's feet—" England lazily leaned on the sofa, "This is what I want you to do , that’s right, let’s cheer for the soon-to-be-new France!”

Matthew paused, and asked with concern: "Mr. England, are you in a bad mood?"

"Why am I in a bad mood? I'm so happy I could drink ten barrels of rum!"

……

Sure enough, I'm not in a good mood.

Matthew pondered in distress for a way to comfort him.He found to his dismay that he had absolutely no experience in comforting others.

At this time, he remembered France/France, that ancient empire known for its romance, would always lure others into the trap he made up with his melodious and low-pitched voice... If it was Mr. France, he would definitely know how Comfort Mr. England? ...Well, although whether you want to or not is another matter...

Mr. England obviously did not intend to be comforted, in fact he did not admit the fact that he was in a bad mood from the beginning to the end, which was obvious to everyone.Arthur Kirkland glanced at Matthew Williams who was standing aside (seriously thinking about how to comfort him), and said seemingly unintentionally: "Ah, Williams, speaking of it, the one from France/France The "Declaration of Human Rights" was drafted by your southern brother! So, judging from the state of the wine bastard who is full of women and champagne, it is impossible to write something like that..."

Matthew's eyes widened, "Alfred?"

"That's right, it happened to be the hooked-nosed kid who wrote the Declaration of Independence back then, hey, he really was in a mess..." Arthur snorted coldly, "I remember, that kid seemed to be called Jefferson, or Thorson Jefferson— —"

It was Thomas Jefferson.

Matthew answered secretly in his heart.

But why did Alfred suddenly help Mr. France/France?Is it simply to help make friends, or do you have other plans for this?But this question only bothered him for a moment, and soon Matthew figured out why the twin brothers did this:

"That barking capitalist golden retriever..."

——He just wants a powerful country to contain England/England... In other words, it doesn't have to be France/France, as long as the other party can pose a threat to England/England, he is very happy to help them.

He really has the temperament of a child, his brother...

"What are you thinking about?"

Matthew looked up.The proud Empire on which the sun never sets was reclining on the sofa, holding a delicate teacup in his hand, looking at him sharply with green eyes.Arthur Kirkland laughed—the upturned corners of his eyes gave him the appearance of sneering—and said softly but firmly: "I hope you don't wander off in front of me, I can't see your thoughts . . . It's a bad feeling."

"Sorry, Mr. England, I won't be there anymore..." Matthew replied with some embarrassment, and changed the topic, "Uh, Mr. England, do you need me to refill a cup of black tea for you?"

Arthur didn't answer immediately, but just looked at the cramped young man with deep eyes.It wasn't until the other party blushed so much that he almost got into the ground under his probing eyes that he laughed loudly, held the teacup and said, "Oh, of course, why not?"

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For a long time after that, Matthew Williams returned to a laid-back state of almost isolation.

Mr. England seemed to have other important things to attend to - economic matters concerning Eastern India - and was being soft on money, so there was no time to visit him again.Without Mr. England/Gland, Matthew lived a completely closed life. Those things outside, the establishment of the French/French First Empire, Mr. France/France who continued to expand under the leadership of Napoleon, were forced to Mr. Austria/England who married France/France again, Prussia who lost nearly half of the land... All these things that happened on the other side of the ocean have nothing to do with him. It is enough to produce good weapons.

It was his southern brother who forcibly pulled him out of the dream.Just four days before Mr. France failed to attack Russia/Russia, the United States of America declared war on England②.

The reason for his twin brother to start the war is ridiculous in his opinion: just because the ship transporting goods was detained by Mr. England for the reason of the war, he began to make troubles on the grounds of "disrespecting the position of neutral countries" The first foreign war after the founding of the People's Republic of China.But Matthew Williams really couldn't laugh—because Alfred's attack target was himself, and he once again caused his land to be covered in flames of war!

So, under the banner of declaring war on Mr. England, the ultimate goal is to force yourself to merge with him!

The young man who had always loved peace clenched his lower lip, organized an army with great reluctance, and went to the battlefield with guns on his shoulders.Half of the colonial army in one's own army—Mr. England/Gland is devoting himself to the anti-French war in Europe, and has no time to take care of the situation on his own side, and the supporting British troops are not elites.

But I can't take care of that much anymore... The young man raised his head and saw the [-]-star banner flying far in the sky, his blue eyes, which were gentle and kind in the past, were covered with a layer of ice.

His hands still shake when he shoots, but fortunately, his marksmanship is as accurate as ever, and he hasn't become rusty because he hasn't practiced for a long time.

Every time a U.S. soldier was shot and killed, he would look at the opponent's body lying on his back and the blood gushing from the wound, and hear the scream as clearly as if it was close to his ear, and he couldn't help but say in his heart "" Correspondingly, every time a person wearing his own military uniform fell in front of him, he would involuntarily look at the enemy army who killed that person with hatred, and tried to turn the gun there with trembling hands.Guilt and hatred kept pounding his emotions in his heart, tormenting him to the point of going crazy, so he turned all these into hatred for his twin brother, he chewed on the name with gnashing teeth, he wished he could take a bite. To crush the man's flesh--

Alfred F. Jones! !

In the end, no one took advantage of this war—although Arthur Kirkland rushed over immediately after taking care of the European affairs, but the huge losses suffered by the British army at sea were already a fact—Alfred signed a contract with Arthur. "The Treaty of Ghent", the two have nothing to gain or lose.

Arthur Kirkland seemed to be in a bad mood, and he didn't have a good look at Alfred at all; while Alfred's eyes stayed on him behind Arthur from the beginning to the end, and his gloomy expression was obviously for him. There was no wrath in capturing the North American colonies.

Matthew Williams has been standing next to Arthur Kirkland like a setting board, with his head bowed and silent.Sensing the cold eyes of the Americans, he couldn't help clenching his fists, his eyes revealing the bone-chilling hatred without being noticed.

Alfred, one day...

One day! !

Note ①: In 1810, the Austrian royal family was forced to marry Princess Louise to Napoleon.

Note ②: On June 1812, 6, the second war of independence of the United States / the United States, in my opinion, it was just taking advantage of this opportunity to seize Canada / Canada ==

(All information comes from Baidu QwQ)

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