a/n;;[ put under pressure of recent events and the world problems, america lets his guard down for a bit, releasing to the world his other 'selves'. while assured it's only temporary, can the rest of the nations co-exist well with 5 americas? ] drabble-story :|
"Wake up!"
"Oh my, who are you five? My lord!"
"Where's my gun!?"
"Nngh…why're you so loud?"
"WAHH~!"
The grandfather clock that stood at the corner of the conference room in Paris chimed deeply nine times.
Francis cocked his head, "I see we are all here except…Amerique. Again."
"Can we just start without the hamburger bastard?" Lovino wailed. "I want this over with quick. Please!"
The personification of Germany choked. "Did Lovino just ask politely?"
"Si; Lovi had a bad dream last night, and couldn't sleep." Antonio replied glumly, tousling his lover's hair. "It's okay, Lovi. Boss is here to make sure you are fine."
The Southern Italian's face turned beat red, and before he could pounce to strangle the Spaniard, the conference doors opened, revealing a very confused-looking young lady.
A young lady who looked just a tad too familiar-
"Oh my, sweet Jesus, I've found it! Other-Me's, come this way!" she chirped in a sweet Southern drawl. The female skipped into the room, her dirty blonde hair swinging after her with every leap.
England raised an eyebrow, "Miss, I do believe this is a private meeting. Now I won't call security if you leave immediately-"
"Oh, Iggy, no need to be such a worry wart," the female giggled. She grabbed an extra chair and wedged it between Canada and a blubbering England. Turning to the North American nation she grinned ear to ear, snuggling up to Canada. Matt let loose a quiet whimper.
"E-E-Excuse me, M-M-Miss…" he whimpered, tightening his clutch on his polar bear. Arthur had a right mind to pry the young lady off his former charge, but it was awfully hard to with his gentleman façade…
Before the blonde woman said anything, two fairly young men stomped in.
Immediately, some of the European nations gasped when they took in and registered in their head that the two men were both…America.
One wore the gray uniform from America's bloody Civil War, and the one at the former's heels had on the infamous blue Revolutionary War suit, making Arthur cringe and want to break something.
"Uh, Woman-Me, where are you?" Confederacy asked, swinging his musket. Revolutionary stopped to look around the room, taking in the modern day furniture, suits…and England. His icy glare sent a slight shiver down the old nation's spine.
Female-America (let's name her Emily) waved happily. "Hi!" Confederacy nodded and walked swiftly to stand at her side. As Emily tried conversing with her Northern brother, England was pulling at his collar when his eyes met those of Revolutionary America's.
"You bastard," R-America growled, cocking his musket, his perfect aim directed to the English nation. Before he could pull the trigger, or before Prussia leaped out and congratulated his former self for perfecting that aim, a loud groan brought everyone's attention to the door, where Alfred F Jones stood, his hair matted down from sweat.
Now, America had quite the strength and stamina, and almost never broke a sweat. Unless…
Alfred had a right mind to pull his younger rebel aside to prevent England from being shot unarmed, but his baby self beat him to it. Baby America toddled from behind Alfred's legs, his small, yet strong, arms reaching for England's.
"ENG-WAND!"
As Germany and South Italy passed out from too many copies of the same imbecile, Francis stood up and coughed into his fist.
"Er…Alfred…would you care to explain…what the hell this is?" the Frenchman asked.
Alfred gave everyone a weak smile before placing a grip on R-America. He whispered something to calm the young teen, and gestured for him to stand beside Confederacy. "Uh…yeah…can I just talk to those guys first? Mini-Me, go strangle Iggy or something!" The American decided, patting his baby-version on the head as England picked up the little guy.
The other European nations who weren't as familiar with America just watched the scene in front of them. Confederacy, R-America and Alfred were clustered in a heated argument. Emily tried to pay attention, but she had caught the sight of Ivan looking at her, and wearing only an olive green miniskirt and a cropped top to reveal her toned body, she coyly winked.
"EMILY!" Alfred snapped.
"Sorry!" Emily said unconvincingly, turning her attention back. As the four older Americas continued, England simply stared as Baby America tightened his hold around the older nation.
"Engwand~" cooed Baby America. "I missed you~"
"I missed you, too, love," Arthur sighed. He petted Baby America's soft hair and whimpered. One America wanted to blast his brains out, and one was just adorable. Canada reached out to pat the baby as well, his heart swelling. Francis tried to avoid looking at the former colony that had flat out refused him, but the boy in the white gown and big eyes was just too endearing.
China and Japan squealed at the loving sight, joining other nations in ignoring the actual America. Before they could get out their cameras, Emily stuck two fingers into her mouth and whistled loudly.
"Alright, folks, I assume y'all want yer little explanation, now!"
"Yes, that would be helpful!" England snapped. Revolutionary-America just narrowed his eyes.
Alfred chuckled half-heartedly, "Nations, meet my…twin? Emily, nations…?" The Southern belle waved and grinned like a beauty pageant.
"I'm Confederacy," deadpanned the teenager in the gray uniform.
"Alfred." Revolutionary-America followed with the same tone.
"Nuh-uh! I'm Alfred!" Modern-America whined. "You get to be Revo!"
"That's a lame name, Alfie," Emily pointed out.
Revolutionary America sighed, "Technically, we're all Alfred."
"I'm not! Well, in a sense yes, but I've got boobs!" Emily wailed.
"Okay, whatever!" Alfred boomed. "And that's Mini-Me," he finalized, pointing a finger at the cute child who was close to unintentionally performing the Heimlich on Arthur.
"Why the bloody hell are you all here?!"
Alfred's head dropped. Emily reassured her other half with soothing pats. Confederacy simply shrugged, while Revolutionary gave it a go.
"England…" the rebellious teen started.
Emily chided the young man to continue.
"It's magic?"
