Promises of the Independent Individual
Chapter one – The shorter route
Okay, this is my first one; I have never done this before. I will do anything else n request, but this story is already happening! NO CHANGES IN THIS STORY!
I will soon do one for my close friend kaitlin, and any other England fans.
Please do not copy any of my work.
It was a long day, and your feet where worn out, so you knew you would sleep soundly tonight. You chose to take the short route, because it is shorter, easier and your parents tell you not too.
It had all started with the death of your parents, a disastrous car crash. Then your brother went missing. That younger brother you remember holding in your arms.
You had been adopted by someone, and your new parents didn't like the music you listened to or the way you dressed. They would only let you experience what was good and English, like them, but as far as you had been today, the local shops, where as far as you where really allowed t go. You missed the north east, and at least back then you had a little more freedom and better food. You missed take away fast food like you missed you mother.
You where on a good streak because your adoptive parents had just immigrated to Australia, you were left with your brother and you have a tendency to run away… Just for that extra freedom… But this time…You had been restraining yourself and where at breaking point. Your adoptive surname is Kirkland, and you had even met Hetalia's notorious Arthur Kirkland once, as he was now technically your cousin or other big brother… BANG! You hardly realised it at first, but you had been shot in the stomach, and you slipped out f consciousness…
You wake up with a blinding pain in your abdomen. The duvet hangs loosely over you, and the mattress is so soft… You are not in your own room. Your room is not this big and crimson. Arthur walks into the room. "Are you on the run again? How old are you now? Are you seventeen?"
I'm almost seventeen. Arthur is England. "Are you here to look after me?"
"No, your brother does not know anything about this either. Go to sleep, my friend is looking out for you. He saved you. Ask for Alfred Jones. The hero he thinks he is... Get well soon (Your name)!"
Alfred Jones as in Alfie F. Jones, America? I really didn't know he was real, I even thought Artie was a joke at first.