This is my first story and hopefully will be more then a one shot, once I get 5 likes or so many views I will add more, every time that goes up I'll add more _ Jan 5, 2018
Twenty Twenty's
"Alfred, what's this picture of ?" England looked at a worn old photograph. In it was a group of men and women, all dressed in fine party clothing from decades passed. What struck him as odd and worried him quite a bit were two individuals; one sitting on his sons lap and the other draped around America's shoulder, both smirking at the camera.
They appeared to be the italys, but why were they in the photo? It's no secret Alfred befriended the two but not until after the great war.
"Oh, that's well, it's me and a group of my friends. From way back when, not sure the date check the back, dude "He smirked. Knowing my hatred of slang terms like dude, brat .
The photo was taken at 'the lady of liberty' juice joint opening day, 1920. Below that it read, 'try as you may, try as you might, but the freedom to do as I wish, will always beat prohibition height. CHEERS! '.
Alfred's point of view -
I'm freaking out, if I must be honest with my self. Today was going pretty good; Maddie made me pancakes, Francis took me out shopping, Romano confirmed Mexico would be stay with her and Spain for a month, and England excepted my invitation for a few days of bonding. Life was good up until, I got confused about which door was a room and which was storage.
Then a pile of god knows what almost crushes me, and arthur kindly helps me move some of it, only to find a box full of photos; ones I could of swore I thought were in new York or Chicago or any were but here.
The very first one he pulls out, not that I had noticed when I told him to read the back. Was of days I wish I could forget, when I held little power over my country and sought to get back my stolen freedom. By drinking away and ignoring my duties, prohibition sucked.
my mind wondered in to the past; the smell of diesel in the air, clopping of hooves on the streets as carts pulled by horses roam by new fangled cars of the day. shouts of venders, people, and newsboys with the latest story all come together in chaotic noisy that is new York city.
my slacks clack as I go along, stopping only when a headline catches my fancy." ' Mob hit ; 5 dead, police state Italian neiborhood in ca-hoots*'Read all about it".
" Come on mi'ster, it's only t'o cents. An egg* like you can by on'hunder no problem. Now ankle* on over here" said a short little boy, missing his front tooth. "Ouu, you gotten Spifflicated* last night, huw" brat
" Go chase yourself* brat, you want my mazuma* or what" now he just looks confused
" y'er what?"
"money, Do you want me to buy a paper or what? " he gives me a nod
The stories the same old same old , nothing new. Old timers killed five rival members, of some start up family and no body saw nothing; I don't blame them who'd be up at four am on a Wednesday."who'd rat on the Futuo [f-word in Latin]?".
Mr. and Mrs. Grundy* glare my way, the older gentle man behind me cleared his throat "Those goombahs[ an Italian term when used by non-Italians becomes a slur] should be grateful, yet here they are bringing their criminals to our shores. I tell you boy, best to send them all packing" he said in a heavy southern draw. while all around came words of agreement, what happen to the land of opportunity."Bushwa* ya' old coot, I'm stuck on* a keen* Italian tomato*. Now go hit the pipe* some were else."
rage wore off by the time I open the door, and some thing smells good. Roma's cooking me a treat "Alfred "she called "Alfred are you listening to me?" she starting to sound like England
"ALFRED F. JONES" roma turned in to a pissed off arthur and it is then that I realize I've been day dreaming and in a world of deep shit.
cahoots*-working together
egg* -man or some one who'se rich
ankle* -[n] woman or[v] to walk
Spifflicated* - wasted
Go chase yourself*-get out of here
mazuma* - money
mr. and mrs. Grundy*- joykills or prudes
Bushwa* -bullshit
stuck on* -crush on
keen*-Attractive
tomato*. -woman
hit the pipe* [Hitting the pipe]- Smoking opium