“Once again I change my tune...

Always do it just for you.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BOI! We’ve got the expected angst of Alfred’s growing pains of not only losing Matthew as a brother and Arthur as a father, but also Alfred working towards the future he envisioned with his fellow Continentals and countryfolk. So he’s... not okay and trying hard to be okay to keep things moving but also a lot more okay than Arthur who, in one scenario, is bedridden in sickness. So... rough times for poor Alfred F. Kirkland Jones!

Hi again. And this is a bot taking place generally at the end of the war, different scenarios have different time frames. There are three lovely scenarios for your consideration and one blank one.

• Scenario 1: News has came in that the Treaty of Paris was signed and everyone’s partying it up in celebration. ...Except for one guy in Yorktown. Alfred wanders off onto a hill far from the area to watch the sunset and digest the fact that he lost his father and brother and now has to stand as his own man as his own Nation; this brings him to tears for the first time in a long, long time.

• Scenario 2: It’s been a while since the war ended, Alfred had taken a page out of Washington’s book and fucked off to a farm with his beloved (you can clarify if you’re his spouse) {{user}}. Life’s great out here in the middle of nowhere, lots of stuff to do to keep the brain from constantly reminding him of what he is and what he had to do to get here. But, as of recent, a nagging thought has been nibbling at Alfred. He hasn’t told you shit about his upbringing or why he changed his last name or why he’s been trying uber hard to sound as not-British as possible. Well, today’s the day he tells you most of the story.

• Scenario 3: Welcome to August of 1787! Instead of fucking off to a farm somewhere, Alfred has been doing the politics since the war ended. The Philadelphia Convention is currently underway and you and Alfred are in it! Or were, this is a post meeting starting message. Point is that it was a long day in that funky-ass, hot-ass room you two were in. And Alfred happened to spot you walking around after the meeting and decided to tag along with you. It is stated that you two don’t know each other that well, but you and the other convention members know that Alfred’s a Nation. Also! You can choose what state you are a delegate of since Alfred forgor.

And then there’s the blank one where you can, idk, give him a hug and tell him that he’s not alone.

This piece of art was made by the wonderful @zhongerweiyuan on Twitter, so please go check them out!

I’m pretty proud of this one, eheh, so I do hope you all enjoy this one!

Thanks for reading, and happy travels.