/ Hey, guys! It's Gayle! Now, my friends all support/ship Chandler/ChadxAmerica/Alfred, and my friend Jackie calls it/her shipping name for it is called "Chalice". Chad + Al = ChAl. ChAl + Ice = Chalice. Chalice = Cup. Chad + Al = Couple. Cup + Ole = Couple. Chalice = Chad x Alfred. Done. So, she wrote a Chalice FanFiction, and I DIIIIIIEEEEDDDD reading it. So here it is. Thank you Jackie. Thank you.
Also; * means that it will be explained in a later legit chapter. /
It was an ordinary day. Chad was sitting in her room reading a light novel. Chad, being the Chad republic, which is somehow allowed to manifest an existence on the human plane while remaining to be a county while being on one. The sound of rain falling could be heard outside. She briefly played with her hair. She was waiting for Alfred you see, who is in a romantic relationship with Chad. It's also worth noting that Chad was exceptionally pissy that day, for she had been waiting for mister Al for two hours. A singular plate of cold, fattening food awaited him on the table. She flips through a few more pages, than proceeds to slam the book down and storm outside. She decides to take the initiative to drive to Alfred's house. Her car isn't exceptionally grand nor poor, but it is something that countries should not reasonably be allowed to have due to the potential plate shifts and tsunamis that could occur. Along the way, she plays with questions as to his disappearance. She goes through a cycle of smiling, cringing and returning to neutrality. Someone in a car beside her takes notice of this, but decides not to comment on it. Once at his door, she hesitates a moment, then looks inside.
Oh shit. It seems as though some non-country continent entity besides the UN has managed to trespass upon his house and has promptly kidnaped him. There is a message on the wall. It reads "Where's number 53?". Figures. You stopped at child 22. There was absolutely no possible way that the world would be able to sustain 31 other land masses suddenly hitting the earth. It would be like. Some movie pertaining to countries giving birth to countries which fill up the earth killing everybody. Not cool. Knowing this entity, they would have had to have gone north thirty three times, then took one pace left, continue north, backtracked south, gotten a donut, then gone into the woods, walk straight to this area. Just as you thought, Alfred is currently tied to a tree.
/ The End, apparently. Isn't it romantic?! LOL, once again, I. DIED. I think it's hysterical. Thank you Jackie. Thank you. /
