(A/N: Hi Peoples. Sorry I hadn't posted the second chapter on my other fanfic… It's because I've been writing this one! RAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! –Rage face- Anyway I'm posting this first because its gonna be shorter than the other fanfic. I hope you enjoy this one as much as the other one. .^w^.

Oh and don't forget to look for these: * along the way. I use a few words that most people don't know the meaning to and they are explained at the end of the chapter. And the last one is a reference, not from this anime, or really any anime in general. Okay I'm just gonna stop rambling now... Enjoy!)

Chapter One:

"I had been away from home for a long time, so stepping on a plane bound for Washington was a bit scary, Especially the thinking of how my fem would react to me coming home after being gone for over five years. 'Fuuuu-! She's gonna KILL me!' I thought to myself.

After the long plane ride home, I called a cab and went to the apartment I rented that was about a block away from the house both me and my fem, Annebelle, own.

"I'm not ready to go home just yet." I said talking to the ball of fur in my lap referred to as "Ameri-cat", who just mewled up at me longingly. I patted his head gently. "Its okay Freedom, you'll get to see your mommy soon," I look out the window "I just hope she isn't mad at me…"

Annie just HAD to go and kiss me when I was leaving for that dumb-ass Check-up Trip. What was she thinking?! More importantly, what was I thinking? I can't believe I kissed her back… Also… every so often I thought of her in the sweetest ways. And because of the oddest things… When in England, the hotel gave me sheets that reminded me of her beautiful, sky-blue eyes. The scarf Ivan gave me when in Russia, reminded me of her soft, tanish-pink skin and when it scrunched up it reminded me of the way her nose winkles sometimes when she smiles. When in China, I had gone walking down a market place -Or market street or I don't really know what it was called- and saw a little white bunny in a sliver and blue Chi-Pow* that reminded me of her love of cute, furry things. A fancy chandelier- style* ball gown in a store Francis owned when I was in France, reminded me of her grace and beauty when we danced together at Izzy and Iggy's –Hehehe- wedding reception. And that she loved dressing up just to show-off at parties if I was going with.

The only thing I didn't realize was that Annie went to the apartment complex ever other day to visit Izzy. –Izzy and Arthur had a little bit of a spat-

And the day I got back, happened to be the day she visited.

I was sitting in the lobby waiting for the girl behind the counter to give me my room key. She walked in right as I was sitting down and when I saw her walk passed I hurriedly picked up a news paper and practically shoved my face into it, hoping she wouldn't notice it was me. She talked with the girl behind the counter for a short time. –Apparently the girls name was "Gladys"- After a bit I peeked over the new paper, she was walking toward the elevator humming Want You Back. I groaned and, folding the news paper, I went up to my room. Taking the stairs of course.

I had been there for almost two weeks and Annie still hadn't seen or found out about me yet. For which I was glad. But every time I saw her, she seemed to be getting sadder and sadder. Even Izabelle seemed to notice and tried to comfort her. –I saw them in the cafeteria a lot that's how I know. Izabelle is England's fem by the way- I knew I needed to confront her, show her that I'm here. I hated to see her so sad. If only I had been a bit faster.

Later in the evening one day, I was watching the news on my T.V. and suddenly, her pretty, smiling face appeared on the screen. "WHAT?!" I yelled, dropping the tooth brush in my hand. -I'm pretty sure my yell echoed down half the bock both ways- "She… She can't… Annie… no… NO!" I dropped to my knees as the tears started to flow down my face. I sobbed into my hands for quite a while, and then I just let my hands drop to the carpeted floor with a muffled thump. I stared into the white nothingness called the ceiling, the tears still dripping onto the floor.

The two prevalent questions that lingered in my mind where:

How could I have let this happen?

Why did it have to be her? I… Loved her…

A beautiful yet sad memory entered into my mind….

A five year old, blond haired, blue-eyed American girl walking through the forest near her home in Washington D.C.

"Onii-chan? Oooooniiiiii-chaaaaaaan?" -Leaves crackle in the bush behind her. - "Fitzy beaw?"

I –as a nine year old- pop up behind her "Here I am Annie-Bananie!"

"Onii-chan!" She exclaims and hugs me tightly, smiling that adorable smile, "Wets go home Onii-chan, Engwand is waiting fow us."

"England's back?! Alrighty Ann lets go home!" I reply, smiling back at her.

She starts running back in the direction she came from, pulling me along by my hand, smiling back at me and giggling. That happy moment soon fades into sad one.

Pirate Arthur is carrying a now fourteen year old Annie back to my place from one of their "excursions" around the world, about two weeks before the war of 1812.

"Arthur? Arthur, what the FUCK happened?!" I –Now 17- run towards them, a musket -with the bayonet* attached- clenched in my right hand.

"Alfred, she's badly hurt, the ship was under heavy fire. We just managed to survive." He said solemnly

"God damn you! This is all your fault Arthur!" I say harshly, stopping a few feet in front of them and pointing the gun directly at Arthur's head. "She could DIE!"

"Remember, Alfred, it was her decision to come with me." He replied calmly, furrowing his eyebrows, he then smirked "Besides, it takes a lot to kill a country, and a lot more to kill a fem. She'll be fine."

I eye him cautiously then lower the gun and stomp forward, taking Annie out of his arms.

"Let's just get her inside. I'll decide what to do about you, later."

I then start to walk back to the house…

And then the memory fades back into the nothingness of the ceiling.

Despite my sadness, I looked up the full article on my laptop since I was so heart broken I missed most of it on the T.V.

The article read as fallows:

"Female Representative of the U.S.A. Dead?!

On Saturday, June 12th, 2010 at 10:15 PM Annebelle Felicia Jones the Female Representative of the United States of America is found dead outside of her home. It appears, according to the authorities, it wasn't a natural death. But, there seems to be no sign of injury externally. They are currently taking her to a near-by hospital to have an autopsy preformed on her for more information. This webpage will be updated when more information is learned."'"

By the time I finished reading, I was a mix of depressed and angry. I felt the need to avenge her death at any cost! But, even now, no information has been found. Her body disappeared an hour before the autopsy had began. We might never figure it out. But at least I still try."

"End Chapter." We're the last words typed as Alfred leaned back into his comfortable black leather office chair, taking off his glasses and rubbing his tired eyes, groaning a bit. After the four long hours of writing, Alfred was exhausted.

"Would you like a snack or something to drink Mr. Jones?" Asked his always-heard-but-almost-never-seen secretary, Jenna Smith.

"Right on time as usual huh?" He chuckled, "No thanks Jenna," He mumbled behind his hands, which were still on his face.

"I don't usually ask, but would you like a back rub Mr. Jones?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. I probably need to take off my jacket huh?" He chuckled again taking of said bomber jacket and placing it on the back of the chair. "And yah know yah don't have teh call me 'Mr. Jones' right?" He closed is eyes again, resting his forehead against the desk, listening to the sound of her heels hitting the grayish-blue tile and echoing loudly in his huge office.

"I know" Was her short reply.

As she was rubbing his shoulder blades and upper back, Alfred noticed how gentle she was being with him. Almost as if she was afraid to hurt him.

"You must have been working on something very stressful. You're very tense."

She spoke so suddenly it startled him. "Uh, Yeah. Actually I am; a very sad memory from a few years back. That's all."

"Your fem.'s death, perhaps?" She suggested knowingly.

"Yes. How the hell did you know?"

"From what I've heard around the office, she and you were very close. It's only logical to guess you would want to write about it."*

"I guess so. We were really close. She was like my lil' sis," He sighed "Till about seven years ago."

"What happened?" She asked curiously.

"She confessed that she loved me. Well actually she kissed me, she didn't really say anythin'"

"Hmmm… Like this?" She turned his head toward her and kissed him deeply. He just blinked with a 'dafuq?' face. 'Am I dreaming or am I being kissed by… my… secretary?'

(*1. Chi-Pow: A traditional Chinese dress, usually with a pretty design... or not.)

(*2. Chandelier-style: The wide skirted style of Colonial ball gowns of the 16 & 1700's. I think the 1800's too.)

(*3. Bayonet: A long knife looking thingy on the end of a musket they used for battle if they ran out of bullets –And for self-defense if the enemy as too close to shoot.- in the American Rev. War, the War of 1812, the Civil War and a few other wars of that time frame)

(*4. Hmmm… Logical… All you trekkers out their must think I sound a lot like Spock don't yah?)

(A side-note for those that didn't get what Alfred was talking about when he said "dumb-ass Check-up Trip": He was talking about checking up on his fellow Allies' progress. Mainly, England, France, Russia and China and a short trip to Canada to see his brother Matthew. And yes I know I totally skipped Alfred's trip to Canada, but it was to cut time and to make the people who are total Heta-Nerds laugh their asses off and say "You forgot Canada!" Until the next chapter my lovilies~)