Character Info:
Alexandra Jaime Jones
Age: 17
Alexandra is a high school student from New York and from a very prestigious private school as well. Her father is the Representative for America at the U.N. in London. Due to his important job he is living in London and is never at New York to see her. Alexandra has a spunky attitude and is short tempered and can act like a kid sometimes, but also can be as serious as her father. She has long blonde hair that goes down to the middle of her back and has blue eyes that are always covered up by her glasses. Along with her long hair she always has a hair that sticks up which she refers to as her own "Nantucket" like the character of America from her favorite anime Axis Powers Hetalia and is usually called the girl version of America. Her best friend is Arkane Honda.
Arkane Honda
Age: 17
Arkane is from the same school as Alexandra and has been her friend ever since they were toddlers. Like Alexandra's father her own father is the Representative of Japan and because of his job he never visits her and barely sends her letters. Arkane is a quiet and slender girl who thinks things through and is always "right as usual" as Alexandra puts it. She has short dark brown hair which is always cut short due to her "traditional" Japanese upbringing. Like Alexandra she likes the anime Axis Powers Hetalia and has been teased by Alexandra for liking the character of China on many occasions. Also Arkane is a black belt in Jujitsu. Arkane wishes to meet her father at the World Conference and return to Japan with him so she can see her mother and family again. Her best friend is Alexandra J. Jones.
Axis powers Hetalia
Chapter 1: Don't push that little Red button!
Starring out the window was not going to make time go any faster but Alexandra knew this. It had been a horrible 6 hour flight from New York to London and now with her complete class was stuck in a cramped little bus heading for the U.N. for their "History in the Making". With a huff she sat down annoyed with the fact that even in London the traffic was bad and with the noise from honking cars was not helping her frustration. New York was always filled with traffic but London had weird roads with circles and round abouts and she really now wondered why she had ever agreed to take this trip. "Alexandra. You should stop throwing a tantrum. We will be at the U.N. soon and then we can go to the hotel. Just wait a little longer." Alexandra's best friend Arkane said not looking up from her school work. Alexandra again sighed. Arkane was right….as usual. She really hated it when Arkane was right but she guessed that she really shouldn't act like a kid since she was going to see her dad at the U.N. She hadn't seen her dad for six months and now she was to meet him and hopefully return to New York with him. She was so happy that she was going to see her father but she was also very sad. Arkane who was her friend since forever was not going to be returning to America with her due to wanting to return to Japan to be with her family. For the last eight years Arkane had been living with Alexandra's family while her father was at the U.N. or in Japan and this week was the last time she would see her dear friend for a very very long time. Arkane's father had finally given her the answer she had been waiting for so long. Arkane was to return to Japan with her father and finish her schooling in Tokyo and live with her family again. Alexandra finally calm decided to enjoy her time with her friend while she was still here but she couldn't help but glance at Arkane's travel bags with all the things she would need when she left.
" Now if you look to your left you will see the historical First United Nations Room where it was first created and for historical reasons we cannot go in there." The teacher called out to class as they passed the closed doors. Alexandra was tired of not being able to go anywhere in the dumb building either because of "historical reasons or security reasons" and this was precious time she could be spending with Arkane! She looked over at Arkane who seemed to be quite happy even though the trip was boring. Then Alexandra thought of something brilliant! Since no one were going into any of the "Historical rooms" she and Arkane could sneak in and spend time talking and have fun before she would have to leave. When the teacher wasn't looking Alexandra grabbed Arkane's arm and pulled her to a stop causing the Japanese girl to wonder what her friend was up to. When the class turned the corner Alexandra pulled Arkane into the room that they had recently passed and when she thought she heard another group come along she hurried in and shut the door quietly. "Alexandra! What are you doing? We can get in so much trouble for being in here! What is up you?" Arkane scolded her friend when secretly she was happy to be away from the boring tour group. Alexandra just gave Arkane the sign to be quiet as she heard footsteps coming towards the door and in fear that they were going to be caught Alexandra started searching for a place to hide. There was barely anything in the room and she kept glancing desperately for place to hide. Curtains? No to obvious to the searching eyes.
Closet? No way out and probably filled with junk.
The options were running out as the foot steps seemed to grow louder and the sound of people talking were now audible and then it hit her. The table! The very long old meeting table in the room had a table cloth on it that went straight to the ground and with a quick snatch of Arkane's wrist the two girls hid under the table moving ever so slowly and quietly away from where they had entered their hiding place. As the voices and the sound of footsteps drifted away both girls simultaneously let out a held in breath that they had automatically held in. Then the silence was broken by Alexandra's spontaneous giggles which Arkane could help but join in at the fact that even though they almost got caught the thrill of hiding was too much fun. Once they had stopped laughing and giggling something caught Alexandra's attention. Down the table not to far away was a little red button all alone and with one quick look Alexandra saw that there were no other buttons which made her curiosity a lot more… enticing. Arkane saw the button and figured that maybe during the old meetings it could have been a signal button for something like if it was time for lunch the severs would be signaled or it could have been a security button in case things…debates got out of hand. While Arkane was pondering Alexandra crawled over to the button and looked at it. It didn't have a label or an indent saying what it was for and as she reached to push it her hand was grabbed and pulled away from a serious looking Arkane.
"What?" Alexandra said pulling her hand away and looking at Arkane wondering why her friend had stopped her.
"Don't push that button! That could be a signal device for servants or security and if you push it they will know someone is in here and we will get caught." Arkane said as she gave Alexandra a harsh look. If she was caught in a restricted room her father could change his mind and make her stay in London or send her back to New York and she really didn't want that. She had waited so long to get an answer and she wasn't about to be denied her wish. Alexandra shrugged at Arkane's theory. Yeah it could have been a signal at one point but the first U.N. meeting there ever was, was back in the 1930's and early forties. It couldn't possibly still be working and with a quick smirk from her face and a horrified one from Arkane's, Alexandra pushed the button and waited. Nothing happened. There was no noise no signal but then the ground started to shake. Alexandra covered her head and screamed as the ground shook around her and Arkane. Arkane was screaming at the top of her lungs as the floor underneath them rumbled. London barely had earthquakes but when they did they were bad. As the ground rumbled harder Arkane closed her eyes along with Alexandra and if a few seconds later both girls fainted under the old table and as the ground kept rumbling onward and onward shaking the U.N. to it roots.