Chapter 1
The Argument Begins...
"Sometimes I wish you never existed! I wish I never had even met you at all!" shouted a frustrated England. Tears invaded America's eyes, and he took off running into a hallway. England sat down to cool his head off a bit. Oh god, what did I just bloody say? I'm such a git. "Honhonhon." chuckled France. "What do you want frog!" "Well, you had better go get him mon chere. Even I know he doesn't take insults well, and he may do something stupid." "For once, you may be right France." England took off down the hallway. Leaving the allies to themselves.
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How could England say that? Thought America. I know we sometimes fight and all, but I though he at least cared about me the slightest bit. I thought maybe the arguing could be to just cover up something. Damn it! I wish I didn't have any feelings for that pervert! America looked over and saw an empty room with nothing, but a desk and chair. I just go in there, maybe then England will never find me and not have to "deal" with me. "AMERICA!" He heard in behind him. "Where are you?" The young nation ignored the voice and ran to hide under the desk. "I'm sorry!" Just more yelling. He doesn't mean that. Thought the American. He just thinks I'm going to do something idiotic. Well, I'm going to stay under here forever. Yes, I'm going to cry about how the person I love is a man who hates me. America brought his knees to his chin, and began to cry.
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"America!" England screamed again. He put his hands on his knees and began to breath. How am I ever going to find that bloody wanker? He thought. I hope he isn't too badly hurt. After all, a long time ago I swore to myself that I would protect him. Arthur pulled back up and looked in every room he came across. Even, after twenty doors, he had no luck. How far did that git run? I know he bloody strong, but he couldn't go that far, right? England continued to search for the next hour. He had no sign of America. Oh Alfred, where the bloody hell are you? He sat on a bench across from a small dark room with a desk and chair in it. Could America be in there? He thought to himself. "No way, that fat ass couldn't fit under a tiny desk like that!"
America sat under the little isolated desk. Hoping that no one could find him. He could hear England's search attempts for him. Which warmed his heart a little bit, but not enough to come out of hiding. Am I really that terrible to be around? Thought the young nation. I know that sometimes I could be annoying and loud, but I just try to cover up everything I feel. If England ever found out what I really thought I don't know what I'd do. Suddenly America heard someone breathing very heavily, and Alfred try to calm his sobbing. But, tears continued to fill his eyes. He then heard someone sit down across the hall. America spied a small hole in the desk enabling him to see to the other side of the hall way. Just as he had suspected it was England. England gave a very curious look at the desk, but then smiled and said "No way, that fat ass couldn't fit under a tiny desk like that!" America couldn't help it, he began to weep like nobody was around. He will never think of me as anything, but some fat ass that he has to put up with all day.
England then heard unmistakable weeping from the tiny room. He then knew for certain little Alfred was in there. England walked over to the room and put his hand under the desk. "America" he said, "I know you're under there would you please come out?" "No." answered a blubbering America. England crouched down, and saw the state America had been reduced to. Arthur reach over and hugged the buffoon. Don't hug back. Thought Alfred. It's simply pity. Only to make you feel better. Then he be heartless. But, he body disagreed with his head. Alfred wrapped his arms around his former mentor. He couldn't help, but want to stay in Arthur's arms forever. Arthur couldn't help, but let Alfred sit on his lap, in his current state and all. It would be heartless to deny him love. Especially after he was the one to cause these waterworks. The two sat together for what seemed like hours. Alfred continued to wave his hands around like an idiot, but Arthur allowed him this.
After about twenty more minutes Arthur looked at Alfred. "Are you okay now?" Alfred nodded vigorously. Arthur spoke some more, "Now I'm going to go back to the conference room, when you're ready you just come on, okay?" Alfred nodded again. The Brit got up, and started to walk back down the -what now seemed like a very long- hallway. Alfred sat on the ground until he could no longer hear Arthur's footsteps. He then reached under the desk and pulled out Arthur's magical wand, and book. He had stole them while waving around his arms. Alfred usually has a method to his madness. Stupid dude, he still doesn't realize he needs to keep these some where other than his back pocket. "Wish you never met me? That can be arranged." whispered Alfred to himself. He tore open the magic book and began to read.
The magic book was much longer than Alfred had assumed. There were a lot more spells and potions than he had originally thought. Want to be a frog Potion, Gift of Gab, Love Potion, Death spell, Big feet curse. After about an hour of non- stop reading -which had taken a toll on Alfred- he came across an interesting spell. The title was The wishing spell. Alfred continued to read, One must simply speak the words "Choose I do, for I know. I'm so scared I go. I Wish for all. Or to turn back. So, today Leave I. To not to back. I wave goodbye to my people. Wish all my affections will surround sat with me, That make a fair gamble I. What for I speak tonight." Then you must think your wish and it will come true. You may have to repeat the process once or twice.
That's an odd phrase. Though Alfred. Must be like old English, or something. Anyways here I go. Alfred began to speak "Chose I do, for I know. I so scared I go. I wish for all. Or to turn back. So, today leave. To not to back. I wave goodbye to my people. Wish all my affections will surround sat with me, That make a fair game I. What for I speak tonight." America suddenly heard footsteps. "Alfred! How could you steal my high sensitive magical equipment? Don't use any spells! I will be right there! You may screw up something with the world." Alfred ignored the worried Arthur, and began to think. I wish for Arthur to get his wish. I wish we had never met at all!
Light started to flash all around Alfred. He hugged Arthur's magic things tightly. "What the hell? I didn't think these things would really work! Arthur help me!" "Alfred!" screamed Arthur. Arthur stormed into the room. All he could see was Alfred being swallowed up by light. "NO!" screamed Arthur. The rest of the nations came to come see what was happening. "Arthur!" Alfred reached out his hand. Though only his torso hadn't been eaten by the magical light. Arthur reached out his hands. "I'm sorry!" said Arthur. Only Alfred's head was left now. "Arthur, I lo-" Al had been cut short. Arthur's hand was no longer holding on to anything. Alfred was gone. Arthur found himself crying on the floor. This was something he would not except. He would get back his ex-colony. NO! His friend. Even if he died doing it. He would bring Alfred back some day. One day. Hopefully soon. After all, he did make a promise to himself he would protect Alfred.