It was a normal day, the sky partly cloudy, and a refreshing 60 degrees. You were unusually enthusiastic, as you were skipping to your local GameStop. Why? Because the next Obliterate: Space Invasion game is coming out in a mere half hour! *squee!* "Ah, I'm so excited! Can't wait to check out the new graphics they've added!" you quietly screamed to yourself, unaware of the unsure glances of passerby's. An amped-up feeling was rising in your heart as you turned the corner, almost to the store-
And your heart sank at the sight of the seemingly endless line that stretched half a block from the entrance. You were shocked. "F**k! I thought I got here early!" you muttered through clenched teeth, and made your way down the long line of anxious hopefuls, waiting for the new O: SI. A loud commotion was coming from the end of the line, and as you stalked closer, you saw it was coming from three, no, four, obviously pissed, teenage guys.
The first was a pompous looking boy, with blonde hair, neatly pulled back into a ponytail. He was desperately trying to separate the other two, who were engrossed in a heated argument. The second, a tall, dirty blonde with glasses, and a boy with wild, straw colored hair, and green eyes, framed by humongous eyebrows. The fourth was so quiet, you almost missed him. He had goldeney blond hair, with a large curl hanging in his face. He wasn't trying very hard to stop the two. "I'm telling you, Obliterate 4 was the best that Pipe put out there!" The bespectacled boy yelled, crossing his arms in protest. "You little git, Backlash 480 was the greatest in ALL the franchises. You don't know what you're bloody talking about." the second huffed, in a British accent so stereotypical, it almost sounded faked. "Look at you deux, you look so childish! Theez eez giving me a headache; PLEASE, shut up! I cannot keep you apart any longer!" The third complained, in a thick French accent. "Oh, you stay out of this, Mr. I'm-Too-Much-Of-A-Sexy-Git-To-Be-Around-You!" the emerald-eyed boy snapped. They all suddenly fell silent, and turned to look at you. You realize that you had stopped in your tracks, listening to the heated banter. "Ohonhonhon, looks like you have an audience!" the Frenchman chortled, smirking. The dirty blonde grew red, and smacked him on the head. You sighed, and shuffled behind the trip, an irritated "Sacre-bleu!" ringing across the street. You smiled a little at him, and he smiled back, pushing up his glasses, revealing small, almost invisible freckles on his flushes cheeks. "Huh. At least they aren't all bad" you muttered, turning your head up to the steely sky, concentrating on the angered shouts of the three boys in front of you. A small tap on the shoulder interrupted your daydreams after awhile, and you snapped your head out of the daze to see the guy you smiled at before. "Yes..?" You cautiously asked, eyebrows furrowing. "Oh..uh-sorry! Were you busy?" He said, cheeks growing a peachy color. "No, you're good." "I came here to apologize for the...whatchamacallit...'misbehavior' of my friends. And me, too." He blurted, biting his lip. You cocked your head. "N..no, dude, it's all cool. I actually found it quite entertaining." You answered, stifling a laugh. "Is he for real?" you thought. Not many guys were this nice to you at school, unless they wanted something in return. "I'll keep my guard up..."
He let out a slightly nasally laugh. "Yep, that's us. So...uh, do you play?" he asked, implying O: SI. "Yeah, I do a little. I'm not that experienced, though." His facial expression softened. "Well, at least tell me what you've played; I can give you some tips. I've played ALL of the Obliterate saga." He announced proudly, jamming a thumb into his chest, his tone slightly arrogant. You smile. "I've only played Obliterate, Obliterate Returns, Obliterate: Black Force, Obliterate: Air Hero, Obliterate: Black Forces 3-4, and Obliterate: Stand Down. "W..Wow! Dude, I had no idea! Impressive!" He managed, a shocked expression on his face. "Hey guys! Check this chick out!" He called to his squabbling friends. "She's played ALL of Obliterate! The three boys turn, peering at you. The one with the bushy eyebrows offers his hand. "How impressive! I'm Arthur Kirkland, pleased to make your acquaintance. You can call me Iggy." You smile, immediately liking his mature air. The Frenchman cut in front of Arthur, a slightly perverted look in his eye. "Oh..bonjour, mon amie. Don't lizzen to zat bastard, I think you're a bit more zan impressive..." He purred. "I'm Francis." "Ookay then." You answer, weirded out. A small movement caught your eye as you backed away from Francias's endearing gaze. You notice it was the quiet boy with the curl. "Oh, hey. Aren't you gonna tell me your name?" He gave a started speak, and clutched his tiny bear. "O-oh, hello...! I'm Matthew." He whispered. You turn back to the dirty blonde, who was smiling proudly at you, chatting away to his British friend. You only caught a little of the conversation. "Yeah...I know, right?...bro, my girlfriends SO badass..."I'M WHAT?!" You shriek. His blue eyes swung to look at you, apology looming beneath them. "Oh, dude, I didn't mean it-" "W-WE JUST MET, I DONT EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME!" He walks over to you, and leans against a wall. "Well, we can change that. Names Alfred F Jones. The "F" stands for freedom, but you can call me America." He finishes, smiling proudly. You stare at him for a moment, and extent your hand. "Nice meeting you...America. I'm _". You reply unsurely. His hand felt warm, and full of energy against yours. A loud cheer erupted from the front of the line, and fans alike started pouring into the GameStop. You grin happily, and fall in line after America, and his friends. "Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, OHMIGOSH! It's here!" America squealed, jumping up and down. "Um..America, you aren't even there yet-" "Hush, Canada. Let me heroically fangirl in peace. OHMIGOSH!" You chuckle at the exchange between the two, and internally squeal yourself. The line started moving faster than it had before, and you went with the crowd. Just as you were prancing into GameStop, a firm hand stopped you in your tracks. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't let you go inside. The store is packed to the brim." an official voice explains behind you. Your heart skips a beat. "You can come back tomorrow. Maybe you can run along, and shop for some pretty dresses, or somethin'. The security guard laughed at his own joke. Tears began to form in your eyes. "I've been waiting for this for too long! How could he-" "Hey, officer! Let me go; and let her in instead." Americas voice sounded through your thoughts, as you glance to the entrance. "What?!" You exclaim happily at the same time the other three do, only theirs in disbelief. "She deserves it more that I do. Let her take my place" he repeated, stepping forward. "Are you zerious? We've been waiting in zat line for AGES, and you just throw it away to zome girl?" Francias yelled, outraged. America merely shrugged in response. "Hey, I'm the hero. And the hero's gotta make sacrifices. Plus, I'm FAMISHED. Can we hit up McDonald's?" A loud chorus of groans was the response. "Or, y'know, I can whip something up?!" Arthur suggested, with a wicked smile as the four walked out, and you trotted in "Dude, I wouldn't trust someone who manages to burn orange juice, k bro?" Their voices carried on into the day, as you browsed through the game store, grabbing the last O S I, as well as Call of Duty: Black Ops. There's something about that guy...you thought as you checked out, and pushed into the day again. Something about him...
And your heart sank at the sight of the seemingly endless line that stretched half a block from the entrance. You were shocked. "F**k! I thought I got here early!" you muttered through clenched teeth, and made your way down the long line of anxious hopefuls, waiting for the new O: SI. A loud commotion was coming from the end of the line, and as you stalked closer, you saw it was coming from three, no, four, obviously pissed, teenage guys.
The first was a pompous looking boy, with blonde hair, neatly pulled back into a ponytail. He was desperately trying to separate the other two, who were engrossed in a heated argument. The second, a tall, dirty blonde with glasses, and a boy with wild, straw colored hair, and green eyes, framed by humongous eyebrows. The fourth was so quiet, you almost missed him. He had goldeney blond hair, with a large curl hanging in his face. He wasn't trying very hard to stop the two. "I'm telling you, Obliterate 4 was the best that Pipe put out there!" The bespectacled boy yelled, crossing his arms in protest. "You little git, Backlash 480 was the greatest in ALL the franchises. You don't know what you're bloody talking about." the second huffed, in a British accent so stereotypical, it almost sounded faked. "Look at you deux, you look so childish! Theez eez giving me a headache; PLEASE, shut up! I cannot keep you apart any longer!" The third complained, in a thick French accent. "Oh, you stay out of this, Mr. I'm-Too-Much-Of-A-Sexy-Git-To-Be-Around-You!" the emerald-eyed boy snapped. They all suddenly fell silent, and turned to look at you. You realize that you had stopped in your tracks, listening to the heated banter. "Ohonhonhon, looks like you have an audience!" the Frenchman chortled, smirking. The dirty blonde grew red, and smacked him on the head. You sighed, and shuffled behind the trip, an irritated "Sacre-bleu!" ringing across the street. You smiled a little at him, and he smiled back, pushing up his glasses, revealing small, almost invisible freckles on his flushes cheeks. "Huh. At least they aren't all bad" you muttered, turning your head up to the steely sky, concentrating on the angered shouts of the three boys in front of you. A small tap on the shoulder interrupted your daydreams after awhile, and you snapped your head out of the daze to see the guy you smiled at before. "Yes..?" You cautiously asked, eyebrows furrowing. "Oh..uh-sorry! Were you busy?" He said, cheeks growing a peachy color. "No, you're good." "I came here to apologize for the...whatchamacallit...'misbehavior' of my friends. And me, too." He blurted, biting his lip. You cocked your head. "N..no, dude, it's all cool. I actually found it quite entertaining." You answered, stifling a laugh. "Is he for real?" you thought. Not many guys were this nice to you at school, unless they wanted something in return. "I'll keep my guard up..."
He let out a slightly nasally laugh. "Yep, that's us. So...uh, do you play?" he asked, implying O: SI. "Yeah, I do a little. I'm not that experienced, though." His facial expression softened. "Well, at least tell me what you've played; I can give you some tips. I've played ALL of the Obliterate saga." He announced proudly, jamming a thumb into his chest, his tone slightly arrogant. You smile. "I've only played Obliterate, Obliterate Returns, Obliterate: Black Force, Obliterate: Air Hero, Obliterate: Black Forces 3-4, and Obliterate: Stand Down. "W..Wow! Dude, I had no idea! Impressive!" He managed, a shocked expression on his face. "Hey guys! Check this chick out!" He called to his squabbling friends. "She's played ALL of Obliterate! The three boys turn, peering at you. The one with the bushy eyebrows offers his hand. "How impressive! I'm Arthur Kirkland, pleased to make your acquaintance. You can call me Iggy." You smile, immediately liking his mature air. The Frenchman cut in front of Arthur, a slightly perverted look in his eye. "Oh..bonjour, mon amie. Don't lizzen to zat bastard, I think you're a bit more zan impressive..." He purred. "I'm Francis." "Ookay then." You answer, weirded out. A small movement caught your eye as you backed away from Francias's endearing gaze. You notice it was the quiet boy with the curl. "Oh, hey. Aren't you gonna tell me your name?" He gave a started speak, and clutched his tiny bear. "O-oh, hello...! I'm Matthew." He whispered. You turn back to the dirty blonde, who was smiling proudly at you, chatting away to his British friend. You only caught a little of the conversation. "Yeah...I know, right?...bro, my girlfriends SO badass..."I'M WHAT?!" You shriek. His blue eyes swung to look at you, apology looming beneath them. "Oh, dude, I didn't mean it-" "W-WE JUST MET, I DONT EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME!" He walks over to you, and leans against a wall. "Well, we can change that. Names Alfred F Jones. The "F" stands for freedom, but you can call me America." He finishes, smiling proudly. You stare at him for a moment, and extent your hand. "Nice meeting you...America. I'm _". You reply unsurely. His hand felt warm, and full of energy against yours. A loud cheer erupted from the front of the line, and fans alike started pouring into the GameStop. You grin happily, and fall in line after America, and his friends. "Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, OHMIGOSH! It's here!" America squealed, jumping up and down. "Um..America, you aren't even there yet-" "Hush, Canada. Let me heroically fangirl in peace. OHMIGOSH!" You chuckle at the exchange between the two, and internally squeal yourself. The line started moving faster than it had before, and you went with the crowd. Just as you were prancing into GameStop, a firm hand stopped you in your tracks. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't let you go inside. The store is packed to the brim." an official voice explains behind you. Your heart skips a beat. "You can come back tomorrow. Maybe you can run along, and shop for some pretty dresses, or somethin'. The security guard laughed at his own joke. Tears began to form in your eyes. "I've been waiting for this for too long! How could he-" "Hey, officer! Let me go; and let her in instead." Americas voice sounded through your thoughts, as you glance to the entrance. "What?!" You exclaim happily at the same time the other three do, only theirs in disbelief. "She deserves it more that I do. Let her take my place" he repeated, stepping forward. "Are you zerious? We've been waiting in zat line for AGES, and you just throw it away to zome girl?" Francias yelled, outraged. America merely shrugged in response. "Hey, I'm the hero. And the hero's gotta make sacrifices. Plus, I'm FAMISHED. Can we hit up McDonald's?" A loud chorus of groans was the response. "Or, y'know, I can whip something up?!" Arthur suggested, with a wicked smile as the four walked out, and you trotted in "Dude, I wouldn't trust someone who manages to burn orange juice, k bro?" Their voices carried on into the day, as you browsed through the game store, grabbing the last O S I, as well as Call of Duty: Black Ops. There's something about that guy...you thought as you checked out, and pushed into the day again. Something about him...