Haaaa So this is why I haven't uploaded any of my The New World? in awhile. I should have another chapter up in… Awhile… Yeah.
This is a roleplay between me and the lovely Fluorescent Bloodstains. I recommend checking out her story. As of right now there's only one chapter, but the story promises to be long, elegant, and wonderfully nerve wracking. (You're welcome for the plug, Miss Bloodstains~)
Note: There is absolutely no historical accuracy. It was written purely for fun. And I feel obligated to say any affection showed by anyone is Family affection.
Fluorescent Bloodstains was cast as England while I took the role of America.
I don't own Hetalia despite my birthday wishes and neither does Miss Bloodstains.
Enjoy~
Alfred glommed his caretaker eagerly. "Iggy! Big brother, you're finally back!" The blond chibi beamed up at his boss and laughed in delight. It had been what felt like years since he'd last seen the old fart-man he looked up to and was really glad to see him.
The older nation blinked in surprise, eyes softening slightly. He reached to put his arms around the smaller figure, picking him up carefully. "Hey… aren't you supposed to be at the palace…?" What had happened to his boss watching over the new world…? He hadn't been gone that long, had he? Granted, he'd been out to sea and back, but still…
"Aw, that place is pretty stupid… It's all stuffy and boring like your boss. How old is that dude, anyway?" He cocked his head, attention span wandering to more interesting subjects before he got an answer. "Hey, what's The Tower? The stuffy old guy you call 'highness' threatened to toss me in there for messing with his son." Alfred paled slightly. "And whatever he tells you about mud down the kid's knickers is a lie!"
Arthur closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a small sigh. Ah… he should have known… "You weren't playing nice again…? Alfred, I thought we'd gone over this… " He'd also have to talk with his boss about threatening America. He could understand the frustration the king held towards Alfred, but the tower was a bit much…
"Well he said you were a stuffy old poop that had to do whatever his daddy said and his daddy did whatever he said so he said he was gonna tell his daddy to take off your head because you are a smelly old poop who brought a pain in the arse back from a new world and that I was stupid and he really hated you and I didn't WANT YOU TO DIE IGGY PLEASE DON'T DIE!" He wailed the last part. "Then nobody'll take care of me and I'll shrivel up and die because no one else will want to feed me because I'm just a pain and I'm really sorry I shoved mud down his pants! But he totally had it coming."
He blinked slightly, taking a moment to actually register what the younger had said. He rubbed America's back, smiling somewhat. "The king wouldn't ever kill me on purpose… you'll be fine…" Or, at least, he really hoped the king wouldn't ever intentionally end him. It wasn't often the ruler of a nation actually wanted such extreme changes… Sometimes they got their name changed or things and rules got shifted around, but there weren't ever really instances where one actually died…
Alfred snuggled into his shirt, still looking worried. "I'll never have to eat French food, right? 'Cause I heard that was all snails and stuff… I like your cooking way better than snails…"
He let out a small chuckle, sitting down. "Of course you won't…" Really, his heart swelled a bit more each and every time the child complimented his cooking. He couldn't wait to rub that in France's nose…
He grinned up at him. "Dude that's awesome! But…" This he was a bit more hesitant about, an unusual trait for Alfred. "Uh… I don't wanna be rude or anything, but while you were gone This guy from Wanker-land; that's what I heard the king call it, and he gave me this… I dunno what it was called but it was totally awesome! It was… Uh…" He frowned, trying to think of how to describe the treat… "Uh… Anyway, I really liked it. Can we have those?"
A frown crept across his face. Another nation had been to visit Alfred…? In his own home, even… "Er… Well… What did they… look like…?" Oh if this was the same Wanker-land he was thinking of…
"Uh… Long and soft and sweet and brown and- Oh! Chooros! He gave me a whole big batch of the things!" He beamed, proud he'd been able to remember the name of the dessert on his own. "So can we make some chooros?"
The skin on his face turned scarlet with rage, taking a moment not to lose himself with the smaller nation. He didn't know, he didn't know, he didn't know any better… "I… Um… I don't really know. We'll see, alright…? But things that get fried in oil and rolled in flavorings like that usually aren't very good for you… Just… Don't go near that man again, alright…?"
"Aw, but they tasted so gooood… And why can't I go near that guy? He was pretty cool… And he gave me churros! Did I mention the churros! They're delicious!" He grinned up at his caretaker. "And he spoke funny… Is that how everybody speaks in Wanker-land? 'Cause it was kinda cool… Can I speak like that?"
"No, Alfred… no you cannot… That man will… He'll hurt you, if he gets the chance. He'll take you away from me, and make sure you don't ever see the light of day again." He glanced down at him, eyes holding a certain stillness to mask the complete fury he held toward the Spaniard. Oh, he was going to give him such a lesson…
Alfred frowned. "Why would he do that? He called me his friend and gave me lots of hugs… He was nice…" Suddenly the boy felt very nervous and clung to Iggy, starting to shake. "Why would he want to hurt me and take me away from you?"
He held his younger brother closer. Mistake number one… "Because he's a bad man full of tricks… But as long as you stay away from him, I'll make sure he can't do anything of the sort…" he sighed silently. He hadn't meant to scare the boy, even if it would ensure there was no interaction between him and the Spaniard…
He buried his face in Iggy's shirt and trembled. "You promise?" He really didn't want to go away from Iggy forever… No Iggy meant no food…
"I promise." He managed a smile, standing and setting his hat on the seat he'd taken. "Why don't we get you ready for bed…?" It was late, after all…
"Ew… Bed…" Alfred made a face, quickly regaining his childish attitude. "Why do I have to go to bed? Bed is icky."
"So you can have more energy to play tomorrow." He carried him over to the smaller bed he had set up for the child, setting him down and moving to get the boy's night clothes for him.
Alfred debated sneaking off- well, trying to sneak off- but decided against it. He'd need Iggy in a good mood. He wanted to hear all about his big brother's life at sea. It sounded like a heck of a lot more fun than life here in this snooty palace. So, he sat still and allowed himself to be readied for bed.
The older man got Alfred dressed and tucked him under the sheets. "Good night, Alfred…"
"Good night, Iggy…" He snuggled into the sheets around him. "…Hey… Um… Can you not leave me alone tonight? I'm scared the mean man might break into my room and hurt me now…"
He blinked, stopping at the door and glancing back. It was his fault, after all, that the boy was scared… "…Alright…" he closed the door quietly and trailed back into the room, sitting down beside the chibi.
He smiled at him. "Thanks… I wouldn't have asked… Just…" He fidgeted. "Wull…"
He frowned slightly. "Is something wrong?"
"Just… The guy's still here… So yeah… Now I'm terrified." He fidgeted again.
His eyes narrowed. "He's… still here…?"
Alfred nodded, shifting in bed to rest his head in Arthur's lap. "Yeah. Said something about waiting for you to finish some business or something… I only had the churros, like, yesterday…" He shrugged.
Arthur felt his back going rigid, hairs on his neck standing up as he reached to stroke Alfred's hair. That demon was still in his home…?
The boy closed his eyes, blissfully unaware of his big brother's freak out. "'night, Iggy…"
"Good night Alfred…" he managed, trying not to clench his teeth too tightly. He was going to murder Antonio…
Alfred fell asleep quietly. Staying asleep was another matter. He snored like a buffalo.
After a while, Arthur managed to doze off, holding his younger brother close to his chest. He'd quickly forgotten the last time he'd actually slept in a bed…