Ok guys! For those of you who are reading my other fanfic this one is going to be COMPLETELY different than the other one. This one will be VERY cute. I mean like absolutely freaking adoreable. Just so you know. Now let the show begin!
In the dark gloom of a basement somewhere in London a voice was heard. "Yes. With this spell Russia will be cursed. He won't even know what hit him." The basement was lit mainly with candles that provided a flickering light that lit the ominous room nicely. The voice was coming from a British man who's face was partially obscured by a black cloak, a few stray strands of sandy blonde hair were peeking out from under it. He was bent over a dark stone pedistal, one of the few things in the room. The pedistal held up a tattered black book with yellowed pages.
He drew a deep breath and his voice filled the room again "Fire and Brimstone. Blizards and Ice. Dark times of the past. With this curse you will be sent backwards further than you would know." His voice rose louder and louder as he spoke growing in intensity and suddenly stopping at the end of the spell. As his curse finished all of the lights in the room went out suddenly and he wondered for a moment wether or not it had worked. But as he was about to leave the basement, a bright flash filled the room along with a shockwave that knocked the Britton to the ground. His head met the stone floor with a crack.
Somewhere in Russia a tall Russian man was smiling creepily at a cowering trio of smaller men. His pipe was held in his hands. "Which one of you was the one that took my magic stick out of my room, hmm?" The question was asked in a falsely sweet voice. "You will tell me, da? So that I will not be angry?" He took a step forwards towards the smaller men who backed into the corner further. He was suddenly hit with a peculiar feeling, something he couldn't quite explain. He brushed it off and made his grin grow wider, "Hmm Comerades? Who was it? Tell me and I won't have to hurt you." He stepped even closer and laughed.
Back in London a strange little boy with shaggy, sandy-colored hair was wandering the streets. His dark green eyes were hidden underneath thick eyebrows that looked almost like fuzzy little caterpillars. Nobody knew where he came from, and since most of the people thought he was a little ghost of some sort they didn't ask. The people of London were used to the stranges comings and goings of the "supernatural". Most people claimed he was a ghost, forever wandering the streets in search of his parents. Others said he was a demon, waiting to lure an unsuspecting person to his lair and steal their soul. He didn't talk too much and when he did it was mainly to himself. It had been a week since the boy had appeared and nobody had really taken notice of him. But that would soon change.
An American named Alfred Jones was in London for an impromptu visit to his older brother Arthur's house. He was walking down the street in the general direction of his brother's house when he decided to stop and have some coffee. He stopped at a cafe he had picked at random, he sat down with his paid for coffee and sipped it quietly. Some women were having a conversation loudly behind him and he couldn't help but listen in.
"-A little boy! They say he just appeared out of nowhere! No parents or anything!"
"Oh! I've heard of him! John seems to think he's a ghost."
"Well, he looks like he's solid enough... Gertrude claims she bumped into him the other day."
"Then he's a demon?"
"Well-"
Alfred started tuning out the rest of the conversation, a young boy... Alone... No parents... Appeared out of nowhere... That sounded like... Alfred jumped to his feet and turned to the ladies behind him.
"I coudn't help but overhear your conversation. You said something about a little boy? Where might I be able to find him?"
The women looked up, surprised that such a cute man was talking to them "Uhm..." One began but was interrupted by the other "Are you his parent or brother?"
Alfred lied with a Heroic smile "Why yes."
"Oh! Well you can usually find him wandering around this street."
"Thanks!"
Alfred set off on a search, he spent a good portion of the day wandering around and didn't spot the little boy. It was around lunch time when he decided to take a break. He sat down on some random person's porch and pulled a few hamburgers out of his oversized bomber jacket and thoughtlessly shoveled them down. As he was eating his attention drifted away so he didn't notice a small blonde-haired boy walking up to him. He did, however, notice when the boy sat down right next to him.
"Oh... Uh... Hello."
"Hi."
"Are you the little boy I heard people talking about?"
The young boy nodded vigerously, innocent green eyes meeting Alfred's blue ones.
"You don't have parents?"
The boy shook his head.
"Could you be a... New country?"
The boy's eyes were confused for a moment before he spoke "Well... I don't know... I don't remember... I remember falling and hitting my head..."
"I'll bet you are! Wanna come live at my house? I have hamburgers and french fries and milkshakes and..."
As Alfred continued to ramble on about his house the little boy nodded and stood up, getting the older country to shut up. "Lets go."
"You want to leave now?"
"Yes."
Alfred stood up and started walking at his normal fast and heroic pace, not really knowing that little kids couldn't walk that fast most of the time. "Wait! Big brother!" The green eyed boy ran to keep up, grabbing onto Alfred's hand so he wouldn't fall behind.
Alfred stopped and looked down, the little boy's cheeks were pink from running and his hair was dishevled. He looked... Cute.
"Was I going to fast for you?" He laughed and ruffled the boy's hair and was met with an intense scowl.
"Stop it!" The little boy protested, pulling away from Alfred's touch.
"Alright." Al smiled at the little kid and stopped ruffling his hair. That stern scowl... It seemed farmiliar... He decided not to notice it and took off yet again, slower this time.
Ok so I hope you liked it! Please please PLEASE review? Constructive criticism is GREATLY apreciated.