I edited this chapter.. I couldn't stand reading my n00b writing. xD hehe sorry and thank you!
"Now, my plan would make sure we're safe from any meteors coming our way!" The robust nation jumps from his chair. To emphasize the level of importance, he slams the table with both hands. This earns a few chuckles from the other nations as the table violently shakes.
"Where did I go wrong… I thought I raised a gentleman. Not a five year old!" England; the nation who's known for the beetles, Royal Family, and his horrendous cooking. Listening in to the outburst, it only leaves him shaking his head in disdain.
"Hey! Someone's awfully rude today. I'ma go tell someone who deserves to listen in to my ideas!" America sticks out his tongue and directs his anger towards his father nation. America's eye twitches, something that he didn't notice. A slight notion of bad omens.
To the right of England, there sits a certain Frenchman. His face merges in a smuggling look. "See mon cher? If he came under my care… he wouldn't turn out like how he is now. Honhonhon!" France loves to tease England; any chance he gets, he'll take it for sure.
The englishman whips his head around to meet eyes with the French. "How about you shut your mouth, you imprudent frog!" England's brows knits together in anger. England would loom over France… but his height would beg to differ. "Well anyways, it's been great to meet you again America. Umm… if you were to put some more intelligence into your plans, I wouldn't hesitate to fund it." England coughed into his fist. Behind that thick wall of pride, the big, bad England still has a soft side for his little brother.
"What? It's not that bad is it?!" America only pouted in response to England's answer. America gets a little light headed, only slightly. 'Wow, I must be tired.'
England is hesitant about answering so he decides to end the conversation quickly. Scratching his head, he gives America his best performance. "Well America, I better get going. I would love to catch up on the latest events, but I'm running late. I'll be seeing you tomorrow." England gets up from his chair and along the way picks up his suitcase. "Come on, you're wasting time frog." He puts on his hat and pushes open the grand door. "Well… good bye America. My number is always ready if you need to call." England walks out to the hallway. He gives a slight pause in walking to wait for the Frenchman.
"Bye Dad. See ya tomorrow!" America waves off the two, not before giving his Hollywood smile. He waits outside the door and looks onward as his two parental-like figures walk down the hallway.
Ignoring the comment, England departs into the Grand pathway. Along Followed France, he decides that this is the best time to tell his lover. Seizing this opportunity and away from other nations, "You're not coming near the kitchen tonight, mon cher!"
"Why not?! I can cook!" The footsteps turns into stomping.
"Non! You'll kill us both!" The bickering between the two slowly fades out as they walk further and farther away. Alfred chuckles to himself, such interesting parental brothers.
Alfred walks in, closing the door behind him. "Well, that leaves me..." He walks towards his table space as he starts stacking his doodles and notes into a neat pile. He lays all the materials inside his work case and pushes the chairs in. Earlier in the meeting, Alfred felt a little light headed. Slight nausea and fuzzy vision here and there gave a clear sign of 'warning'. It wasn't a very smart idea to ignore it. Now the symptoms are back hard. Guess what? Along with it was a headache.
"Akk! What the hell?" The pounding within his cranium increases. Alfred grabs his head and loses his balance for a bit. He grabs on to the table's edges and stands there in hopes it'll go away. "Not a very good TIME you lil' fucker!" He shakes his head lightly. The blurring of his vision became stronger. Slowly, he's getting angrier. The mood swings was the next wave of symptoms on top of the rest. What a way to top off a cherry. Alfred grabs onto the table so forcefully that it's starting to mold into the shape of hand marks.
Alfred stands there and glares at the empty space. He has no intention of doing anything, nor did he remember what he was doing. Everything became a cacophony of sounds and confusing notion. Why is he here? What is he going? Why the hell is he so angry? His head hurts, his whole entire being hurts. 'Something's wrong' he thought. 'Why can't I remember? What's happening?' He feels like a thousand balls of needles being thrown around the walls of his head. His sight could barely make out what's a few inches in front of him. He feels like throwing up now. 'GREAT! JUST GREAT! OUT OF ALL THE TIMES, YOU GOTTA FUCK WITH ME NOW?!'
Behind alfred, the mahogany slowly creaks open. Out popped the secretary driver. "Mr. Jones… You're late. Are you ready to leave?" The middle age man, clad in a black suit and black shoes, waits for alfred.
Alfred's distracting predicament prevents him from focusing on well… anything at this point. He disregards the man, not purposely, but he didn't catch what was said. The heighten noises in the surroundings intensifies tenfold. His ability to hear is too overwhelming, the man isn't helping, no he's making it worse with the loud voice of his. Alfred grips the table even harder, the wooden layer under the steel layer is creating a splintering sound as it cracks. He just wants the annoyance to stop!
"Mr. Jones, we're ready to leave anyti-"
"OKAY! I GOT IT! GET OUT!" Alfred snaps his head back, he looks towards the direction of the man. The voice boomed throughout the empty hallways and back. His eyes begin to turn a dark color of sapphire. Something that's foreshadowing that the grave signs lies ahead.
The personnel stands there in shock. His mouth half agape. That's unusual, isn't he usually a nice character? The man gazes wide eye at the American representative.
"I'm sorry! And Yes Sir, I'll be waiting." The personnel glues his mouth tight and runs out, shutting the door in the process.
This took a few seconds for alfred to realize what he had done. "ARRRG! Wait! I'm sorry!" Alfred opens the door and shouts down the hallway. "I'M REA-LLY, REALLY SORRY!" The sharp pain in his eye causes him to twitch midway his sentence.
"It's alright Mr. Jones!" The echo answers back. "But please hurry up."
"Okay. Okay. All I gotta do is remember. What did I… oh… I… umm, fuck." The headache is become a lesser nuisance enabling him to think for a bit. That screaming did make him feel a little better. "My meds. I forgot to take my damn meds!"
He ransacks his slack pockets. He desperately tries digs through the layers of trash and change. "Where is it goddamn it!" The pain's returning. "Ah! Here ya are you piece of shit!" Opening the cap, he empties an unknown amount onto his palm and shoves a well picked few into his mouth.
The colors of his eyes slowly returns to his original. Almost instantly, his symptoms vanishes. His pupils becomes less dilated. He gave a lengthy sigh and puts the remaining pills on the table. He picks up his suitcase and rushes out.
The hallway's dark and for hell sure is creepy. It seems elongating… he quickens his pace and he wants to get the fuck out. It feels as if something's going to pop out and gauge his face out. 'Today on french news, the representative of America is found mutil- Fuck to the no.' After a few minutes of panicking and feeling lost, he finds the exit. 'Who the fuck thought it would be a bright idea to hang up these creepy ass portraits?' All he wants to do now is go back to the hotel and sleep. Sleep the night away. 'Thank god no one killed me on the way out.'
Exiting the building in a hurrying manner, he couldn't help but sprint the last few steps. Alfred gets into the black Bentley. The personnel from earlier didn't say a word. It was awkward for sure. For half of the time, he found himself playing with the leather seats and looking out the window. The buildings were beautiful, very retro and some had a vintage feel. He applauds France for his amazing creativity of which he had done to design such a beautiful city; lovely in the daytime, stunning in the night. Alfred wasn't going to tell France that. However he's going to steal some ideas for himself. He really wants to visit all the little cafes and eateries. They happen to pass along by a really nice looking bakery. It was adorable and such. Then he remembers… the driver. He gotta say something right? He's close to the hotel anyways, might as well freedom it.
"Heyyy man… about earlier." This is awkward. "I.. umm.." Alfred twiddle his thumbs. He's usually able to converse really well. This is one of his few rare moments.
"It's alright , everyone has their days." Silence filled between them for a short moment.
'Haha thanks for being a bro!" Contempt with the answer the driver had given him, he beams his famous smile and the guilt washes away. "Hey! Maybe if you're free, I can tell my boss to give you a vacation if you need one! I feel really bad." The hotel becomes more in view. At night, it looks really nice. Especially with the vegas like drive in entrance, but with less crazy taxi drivers.
"Thank you for the offer Mr. Jones. I've arrived you to your destination. Enjoy the rest of your night."
"Thanks man, you too!"
Alfred steps out of the car and he waves the drive goodbye as he drives away. After watching him drive away into the paris night, Alfred walks into the reception room. It's bright, the pastel appearance gave the reception floor a nice slick look. The floor is marbled in a creamy radiant shine. The furnishings are vintage and royal.
He strolls up to the reception counter. "Hello this is Alfred jones? A reservation for the executive suite." Alfred rests his arm on the counter top.
"Oh! You are monsieur Jones? Oui, we had a reservation booked for you." The man looks around for Alfred's room key. "Let me check your name out. May I see your I.D?"
Alfred reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. In it contained a few hundred euros, snack wrappings, and a bunch of credit cards. "Yep here you go!" He gave a nice looking licenses to the man.
Taking the I.d card, the man quickly goes to work. "Wait for a few seconds Monsieur Jones. I'll be finished shortly." By hearing the clicking of the keyboard, you can tell this man is skilled.
"No prob, no prob. Take your time man." Alfred stands there for a bit, and he looks around the hotel. 'What a nice chandelier' he thought. He looks around some more.
"Here is your i.d, and here is your key, enjoy your stay at Le Parie Mr. Jones." The old man gives a smile and hands him the key.
"Ahh, thank you. Have a good day!" He likes nice people. It's astounding to find different characters of humans. Bad, good, in between… he met them all.
-Alfred goes to find his room-
'Yet again, another day of living…' Alfred opens the card keyed door. He steps inside to a dark room filled with nothing but regal furniture and his scattered luggage.
'I wonder when at what point in time I became so reckless?... wait. Well anyhow… I can talk about mishaps all day, but today was a close call.' Alfred takes off his dark gray suit, leaving him with only his white dress shirt and tie on. He hangs the suit on the chair and loosens the striped tie. He gets off the tie smoothly with a single pull of the hand. Alfred swings the tie around his neck and picks up a chair and opens the balcony window. Upon opening the window, a rush of cold breeze came dancing in. He steps out and places his chair; the night sky of wonders fills the dark with millions of diamond like stars, varying from different colors. It's as if a god in heaven took a palette of brightly colored stones and threw it across the sky. An arrangement of astounding beauty.
Alfred bends his head back and stares out into the open skies. The colors of the stars reflects into his beautiful baby blue eyes causing an blend of such magnificence of imagery. That's a shame that he doesn't recognize his own gorgeousness. He reaches towards the sky, he's making a motion as if he's grasping the sky. 'I been to the moon and back. Out of the billions of stars, I've never was able to grasp one.' The eiffel tower looms ahead in the dark night. It's blocked by a few tall buildings but just enough to be visible.
Alfred experiences something that he's not able to do so in a long time. Peace. Rare and exquisite, peace is something he begs and wishes for. Alfred slouches he postures and becomes more relaxed. He covers his eyes and finds himself submerging in the somewhat quiet scenery. The sounds of sirens and cars fill the streets below, it somewhat reminds him of New York. He misses home, he misses tony, and his dog. He miss them terribly. A few more weeks to go and he'll be back home. Home to a broken nation filled with problems that's out of his reach to fix.
'If I had a wish, I would wish the pain away.' He idly opens his eyes. 'I want to be the hero and save everyone from their sufferings. I'm no hero. I'm a phony. A man with a white mask, but a mouth full of black lies.' Alfred sighs loudly. "I'm not better than those monsters." Alfred gets up and turns his back on the enchanting scenery. He walks in and undresses. "In fact, I am a monster." A monster who plays people for fools. Someone who couldn't even bear the fact that he's slowly crumbling. Like all great empires, they'll eventually fall. It hurts him from within, none of his so called "Government" is doing their part to help. 'I basically dug my own grave from the start.'
Dressing himself in his sleeping attire, he lays on his bed. The bed's luxurious sheets molds into alfred's body. The regal like bed sheets shines in the moonlit light. Alfred doesn't care for appearance, he just wants something to lay on because he's tired as hell. "I guess when you have time to think, you think about some nasty shit." Dozing off, he goes to sleep.