A Loss of Control

by Lapis Lazuli Ichigo

During a midnight food ran, Alfred is thrown head first into a world only seen by Arthur. But nothing is as it seems as Alfred is tested by the magical world in a battle that could determine the fate of England... fortunately though Alfred has a few tricks of his own... Rated T for cursing. No pairings.

America Anthem (Title not final.)

Summary: A midnight run to a McDonald's throws Alfred into a world he only vaguely knew… Features chaos, appearance from the rest of the nations, and extreme confusion on the parts of everyone else not the hero… You have been warned.

Warning: Random cursing, Alfred being Alfred and absolute confusion. Slow Updates and lots of terrible grammar until I can catch my own Beta- Reader.

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Prologue:

Friday Nights and Cheese Burgers

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"Hey, hey Arthur! Look it's the giant clock!"

Arthur rubbed his eyes, and tried once again to correct Alfred's (loud) comments about the various places and objects he kept mispronouncing. Although a very powerful nation in his own right, Alfred F. Jones was systemically a dense git when the topic of conversation was NOT world affairs—

"And look there's Tony!"

–Correction he was an absolute wanker for not being able to read the atmosphere…and Arthur told him so.

Unsurprising this did little to bring Alfred's cheerful attitude down, and as they neared England's house, they went their separate ways, with the older of the two forcing the younger nation to show up at tomorrow's G20 meeting without being late.

"Okay, bye Arthur!"

Arthur slammed the door shut.

Tomorrow was going to be a LONG day.

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Approximately twenty minutes later, Alfred was still wondering around trying to get the GPS on his iphone to work as he searched warily for a McDonald's. After today's awesome adventure out with one of his all-time favorite people he was starving for a Big Mac. Unfortunately with how old Arthur's place was and the limited number of McDonald's in the London area, Alfred was force to walk awhile to find what he was looking for.

The dim street lights flickered on and off as he passed them, most of them flickering out behind him. It was quarter to eleven and the streets were bare, many people retiring to the comforts of their homes as the night continued. Trash cans rustled as stray animals appeared ever so often from the alleys. Still Alfred continued to walk ignoring the rustling and scattering of the wild animals.

The wind whipped by suddenly, forcing to burrow deeper into his jacket, crutching the bag of food tightly—

"Die Mudblood!"

Alfred was moving before the sound faded.

No one was getting away with murder on his watch.

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Author's Notes: This is only the beginning and like my other fan fictions. I'm trying my best and all the support I'm receiving from my readers has been incredible. Thank you everyone so much. I'm finishing the new fan fictions almost one after another. Thanks again!

Feel free to point out any mistakes—I doubt I caught them all. I know its really short...please forgive me.

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