Ayumu: So...this is a new story, but it's not mine. An awesome friend of mine just recently wrote her very first fanfic. (Yaaaaaaaaaa~y!) However, she does not have access to a computer (Awwwwww~) so im being just that awesome and uploading it for her on my account! XD
From here on out, i shall address said friend, as MoreOF-EVERYTHING. (that's her account name) So, MoreOF-EVERYTHING, take it away~!
A/N Holy frick, my first fan fiction! This is probably going to suck, but if you like it, please rate and review!
Summary: America's big secret government project finally gets underway, but a few unexpected guests come along for the ride... Namely England, France, Russia, China, Germany, Italy, and Japan.
It was a bright mid-spring day in New Mexico, and America was up earlier than usual. By 7am he was already showered, dressed, and he had even brushed his teeth. Today was going to be the best day ever and he wanted to look awesome. He downed his bowl of Coco-puffs along with a cup of black coffee and was out the door three hours before he was supposed to show up.
He hopped into his Mustang convertible and revved the engine. He took off down his driveway and sped into the lonely desert, blasting his car-radio the whole way. The trip took an agonizing hour and a half, but America finally reached his destination: A spacecraft. Not just any spacecraft, but a brand-spanking-new government spacecraft designed to nearly match the speed of light. America stepped out of his car to admire the ship– a sleek, arrow shaped craft that just screamed speed. Large enough to hold enough supplies to last years upon years, yet so light and thin that it could slice through the atmosphere like butter... and America was this ship's first captain.
He had been chosen by the American government for his bravery, skills, and the fact that he was practically immortal. It had taken some convincing, and many strings had had to be pulled, but after several months of debate, it was decided that America would be the first astronaut to land on Pluto.
Of course America couldn't be happier. He had been planning for this trip ever since he heard about the project. He had hit the gym every day, cut down on his burger consumption, and even invested in a pair of contact lenses. He looked–and felt– like a god about to go and conquer a new domain.
As he walked toward the control center for his briefing, he felt the first pangs of nervous excitement. He had been anticipating this day for so long, but now that it was actually happening, it felt surreal. He went into the small, squat building and greeted man behind the magic, Professor Dan E. Bradson, a man who had known America for all of his 45 years of life.
Bradson greeted him with a warm handshake and got right down to business. "Well Al, I'll make this quick. I know you want to get going, so follow me."
He led America down a hallway to a room where a newly designed space-suit was waiting for him to put on. "You're going to love this," said the professor, "It's got everything! Video communication screen, camera, and it even has that automatic flushing space toilet you asked for."
"Does it have a laser?" America questioned, half joking half curious.
"Actually, yes! You never know when you'll need one."
America looked the suit over, clearly pleased. He owned an old one given to him by NASA as a birthday present, but this was the real deal, and was actually going to use it! He thanked Bradson and took the suit into the changing room.
As he undressed he thought over the last year or two... Preparing for this project had left him no time for socializing, and he had had to delegate most of his international duties to his secretary, who had been attending the World Conferences on his behalf. Sure he had missed out on a lot of parties, and several opportunities to make fun of England, but he was going into space. It was well worth it.
He finished suiting up and made his way to the control room where about one-hundred scientists were making sure everything was working properly. One saw him coming in and started cheering. Soon the whole room took up the applause and America couldn't help but beam. He had worked closely with a lot of these people on this and other projects, but this was huge. He held his hand up for silence.
"Almost two years ago I was chosen to be part of this massive project," America began, "but many of you have spent most of your lives working towards this day. We need to remember that no one of us could do it alone... me especially." This elicited a few chuckles. "But seriously, you all have done such an amazing job, and I'm totally stoked to help out!" Another round of applause came, and America noticed a few of the women an even one of the men were teary-eyed. Just then, Bradson came over and informed him that it was almost time to launch. He led America outside to where he would enter the spaceship.
"Well, this is it." said the professor after a brief silence, "all that preparation, and you're finally gonna do it. Ready?" "Hell yeah, man." America replied as he took a step up the ladder.
He climbed a few more rungs and then looked back at Bradson and said with a grin, "And don't even think about taking my 'Stang for a joyride while I'm gone!"
Bradson laughed and promised he wouldn't.
America ascended the rest of the ladder and climbed into the ship. He was a one-man crew, and nervous as hell. Sure he had done simulator after simulator, done months of bookwork to learn how to repair any damage, and had played all the alien combat games he could get his hands on, but when faced with the real deal, he was as nervous as anyone would have been. He made his way toward the cockpit and strapped himself into the captain's chair.
He checked all of the ships various gauges and knobs to be sure they were in the right position, checked the steering mechanisms, engine levels, and most importantly, the food supply. Once everything was in order and he had let the control center know, the rockets started smoking and the countdown began. 5 minutes to launch... 1 minute to launch... T minus 10.. 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... ignition. The rocket slowly lifted into the air an began to gather speed. As the ship rose, so did America's adrenaline levels. He could feel the craft going faster and faster, and could practically feel it as the ship cut through the last thin layers of atmosphere. At last, the ship broke out into space. America was just admiring the beauty of it all when he heard a familiar scream behind him which made him jump. He undid his safety restraints and floated up over his seat. He turned around and saw...
End of chapter 1
A/N Cliffhanger! DUN DUN DUNNN... though you probably already know what it is. Once again, rate and review! Hope you come back for more... and I'll try to make America act more like himself next time, I promise!
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