Not much to say. I felt like writing just a fun fic, but knowing me, this'll turn out a lot more serious than it started. oh well. Characters aren't mine. -3- Hopefully, this will be my first fic with no OC's but i have no idea where i'm going with this, so who knos.
Ch. 1
"Fuck"
This wasn't supposed to happen. This was never supposed to happen. This was supposed to be a secret, kept from the world, and only revealed to a select few.
So how had it gotten out?
Alfred bolted the door after slamming it shut and ran into his study. He came back a few seconds later with his mahogany desk and barricaded the door with it.
"How did they find out!?" Matthew was standing in the hallway, next to Arthur. His violet eyes were widened in confusion, and he clutched his bear tightly to his chest.
"I dunno" Alfred growled, rushing to the backdoor to lock and barricade it as well, "You better board up the windows. I know my media well enough, and lemme tell you; this is gonna be like that zombie scene from Residence Evil. You know the one where you're locked in the house and hafta shoot those zombies? Problem is, we can't shoot 'em this time."
"And why the bloody hell not?" Arthur growled irritably, "Isn't what they're doing illegal? Isn't this private property?"
"Umm…Artie" Alfred frowned, "Technically, no. The government pays to maintain this place through tax money, so technically, it's government-owned. Public property."
"But how did they find out?!" Francis asked peering out the window at the thronging crowd of photographers and newsmen that raged outside Alfred's house. The nations had been at Alfred's place for a small get-together after their latest meeting. Almost everyone was there (or everyone that wasn't completely furious at Alfred) and they had just been sitting, talking and relaxing when Arthur decided to check the news
..thank you Diana. Well, I'm here today outside what is said to be one Mr. Alfred F. Jones' house. As you previously heard from Diana, Mr. Jones is believed to be the personification of our nation, The United States of America. How such-"
Arthur had turned off the TV just as a loud knocking came from Alfred's front door. The nations looked at each other for a few seconds, allowing the shock of what they had just heard to sink in before Alfred sprung up and locked the door, leaving them in their current predicament.
"Do you think they know about us?" Ludwig asked, looking worried, "The rest of the nations?"
Alfred shrugged, "I don't know…why don't you turn on the news again, Artie?"
Arthur, tight-lipped and pale, nodded and rushed back into the living room, followed by the majority of the nations, just as Alfred's phones rang.
The young nation rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the phone, "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Mr. Jones? This is Bob Barker from CNN-"
Alfred hung up the phone, only to have it ring again, "Hello?"
"Hello, this is Diana Smith from ABC Ne-"
Again, Alfred slammed the phone down, just as it rang again, "Hello?"
"Hello. This is Tom Williams from Fox-"
Alfred threw the phone on the floor, glaring at the machine as it started to ring again Last time he promised to himself as he reached towards the device If this is some news guy again, I'm unplugging the damn thing…
"Hello?" Alfred said, holding up the phone to his ear, "And if you're some news guy, don't even bother saying anything. I'm not Jones, he's…battling a grizzly bear. With his bare hands. And he's winning, of course. Ahaha! Take that you damn bear!" Alfred held the phone away from his head for a few seconds, grabbing some pots that stood close by and throwing them to the floor before letting out what he assumed to be a perfect imitation of a bear growl.
"A grizzly bear Alfred? Couldn't you think of something a bit more normal? Like how about in the bathroom?"
"Boss!" Alfred cried out in a mixture of surprised and relief, "Boss, have you seen the news!? How the hell did that get out!?"
"I don't know Alfred" the man admitted, sounding rather weary, "But I'm currently trying to figure out what to everyone concerning you."
"Well? What are you going to tell them?"
The man sighed, "Look Alfred. We'll see what evidence they have…and then we might just have to tell the truth."
"But…"
"I know Alfred. I'll try to find a way to deny it…Lord knows I hate lying to my people, but if it's to keep you safe…But at this point, I don't know if it's exactly possible…"
"What about the others?" Alfred asked, chewing on his bottom lip, "Do they know about them?"
"From what I've heard, not exactly…do they know that personifications of nations actually exist now? Yes, it seems like it. Do they know exactly who the personifications are? For some, yes. For others, no."
"What are some of the others they know!?"
"They know the entire G8, excluding the EU. Beyond that, I don't think they know anyone."
"The G8…" Alfred muttered, looking worriedly into the room next door, "Ok…Boss, what are we gonna do?"
"For now Alfred, stay put. Where are you?"
"I'm at my place."
"Ok…ok, just stay there for now. We'll send choppers over soon and move you to a safer location."
"Uh Boss…" Alfred said, hesitantly, "There's one tiny problem."
"And what's that?"
"Well, a chopper can hold, what? Four people?"
"Give or take. But there's only one of you and two operative pilots."
"I'm not the only one here."
"What?!" the President sounded shocked, "Well, who else is there with you?"
"Umm…Iggy, Mattie, Francis, Jack, Kiku, Ivan, Ludwig, Gilbert, Liza, Roderich, Wang Yao, Feliciano, Lovino, Antonio, Katyusha, Mathais, Feliks, Vash, Toris, Natayla, Berwald, Tino, Heracules, Sadiq, Eduard, Ravis, Cheylle-"
"Why are they all at your house!?" the President asked brusquely, cutting his nation off.
Alfred winced at his Boss's tone, "Umm…well, we decided to have a little get-together after the meeting, and since my place is the biggest…"
"Which house are you at, exactly?"
"My plantation home, down in Virginia."
"Ok." The man on the other end sucked in a breath of air and let it out, "How many of there are you?"
"Um…give or take…" Alfred paused a second, counting on his fingers, "Fifty-ish."
"You have Fifty nations at your house, and you have your goddamn media outside."
"Umm…yea."
The President let out a low stream of obscenities. "Ok." He said, pausing momentarily, "Ok…we'll send some planes over. You can get to the roof, right? I'll call you on your cell, and when I do, get everyone onto the roof…Try not to let the nations that haven't already been identified been seen. And barricade everything, alright?"
"Already did boss."
"Ok" the President responded, "Look Alfred, just…hang in there, ok?"
Alfred smiled and nodded, "I'll be fine."
"Bye. I've got to face those fucking reporters now…buzzards, the whole lot of them."
"Sorry Boss."
"Ah, It's not your fault. When I find out whose fault it is exactly…" the man trailed off, leaving an unspoken threat hanging.
"We'll all be behind you on that one" Alfred said, smiling.
"Yea..ok, I really have to go now. Bye."
"Bye"
The President hung up, and Alfred paused, running a hand over his face before he too hung up. Unplugging the phone, he headed towards the living room where the majority of the nations had converged around the TV.
"Why are we watching BBC?" Alfred asked as he walked into the room.
"Because I have the bloody remote." Arthur responded tersely, "Now shut it."
"We should watch the news…"
"This is the news."
"American news."
Arthur glared at Alfred, ripping his eyes from the television, "Fine" he spat, "What channel do you go for your news?"
"The Daily Show. Or the Colbert Report. Usually both."
"Those are comedians."
Alfred shrugged, "Works for me. Anyways. I've already figured out which ones of us the People know about, and which ones they don't."
The entire room stiffened and turned their attention towards Alfred. Arthur even turned off the TV and glared at the younger nation expectantly, "Well?" he snapped.
"The G8" Alfred responded, "They only know the identities of the G8."
Arthur and the various other members of the G8 let out a moan (except Russia, who's insane grin only seemed to stretch further) while the others let out a collective breath they had been holding in.
"Now." Alfred said, "My boss said he'd get us out of here. He's sending planes over, so we're going to need to go on the roof t-"
A loud crash suddenly interrupted Alfred, and the young nation looked up, startled, "What…it came from the basement…"
"FUCKING BASTARDS WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!"
"Tony!" Alfred sprinted out of the room, towards the basement.
"Tony?" Toris looked over at Arthur, the question evident in his eyes.
"Al's alien" Arthur responded, disdainfully, "Nasty little bugger, really…"
There were more crashes, and then the sound of human voices…plural. Alfred wasn't alone in the basement. The nations looked wildly at each other, but before they could act, the screams grew louder.
"MR. JONES-"
"JUST A WORD-"
"IS IT TRUE-"
"FUCK YOU CRAZY BASTARD GET OFF OF ME!"
There were crashes, the sound of footsteps, more cursing…
"TONY! NO! BAD TONY! YOU CAN'T STUN THEM!"
More crashes…
"YOU CAN'T KILL THEM EITHER!!! HOW IS THAT BETTER THAN STUNNING THEM!?!?"
"MR. JONES WHY DO YOU-"
"IS THAT AN-"
"FUCK TONY!!! NO STUNNING, KILLING, USING THEM AS PETS, USING THEM AS LAB ANIMALS, NOTHING THAT COULD POTENTIALLY HARM THEM! AND THAT INCLUDES BRAIN PROBES!"
"Fuck, eh." Matthew breathed, "They got into the damn basement."
"What do we do!?" Cheylle looked around, the worry evident in her face, "We can't let them see us…"
"We hide." Arthur had already stood up, "Now. Let's go."
The nations made their mad dash to the doorway just as Alfred reached said doorway, followed by a swarm of rapid reporters. There was a pause, as everyone stared at each other.
Then all hell broke loose.
Notes: So...the President (Al's boss) in this fic isn't obama. i really really really don't liek him, and last thing i wanted to do was get politically bitchy in a fic that was just supposed to be for fun. and i knew that would happen if i included him, so, i just solved the problem by taking him out! i have no idea where i'm going to go with this...oh well.
AND YES. ALFRED GETS HIS NEWS FROM THE DAILY SHOW AND THE COLBERT REPORT. at first i was actually going to have alfred list a new station, but they all have hella bias (i watch BBC or listen to NPR, personally) and again, i wanted to stay away from shit liek that in this fic.