New story! Gasp! But this is a AmeRus. My favorite pairing next to PruCan. So why not? Set in WW2, with debt from Feb. 9/2012. I don't own anything in this story. All I do own in my own giddiness and my love of history.
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Demons In The Cold
All the times I spent eating McDicks(AN: I call it that), I've actually came to get sick of it. I know you all are shocked, right? I mean the cheerful American was always eating it, correct? Well no, it was only a facade, I didn't actually like it. The fatty, greasy burgers, and the super salty fries. It was enough to send one to the hospital with a clogged artery or a heartattack. So why would I eat it? Because I felt like it. Ha, you thought I was going to say something horrible about McDonalds. Oh wait. Never mind the above stuff. Ha.. Ha.. Anyways.. I can have my less than "hero" moments, can't I? No? Well screw you brah! –Alfred's sad attempt at a summery.
After the attacks at Pearl Habor, Alfred gets attacked by a strange man. Vulnerable and helpless, he finds himself locked up in a cold wet prison. Who would have thought that the person who was suppose to help him, would want him in chains.
"All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, warn out places. Bright and early for their daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere." Mad World- Gary Jules
I walked into my house, drinking the pop, psst it was coke, and holding the bag I got from McDonalds. Hell, why not eat it at home, I mean, my house is only a few minutes' walk from the place. I didn't really care for the screaming kids fusing about a simple "hamburger". Big Mac's were the way to go. The grease flowing down your chin and arms as you take a bite, it was enough to make my stomach growl for more. But it's not like I could run back and get more. The president's were doing a lousy job getting rid of the more than fifteen trillion dollar debt, so I was stuck with a strict regimen of not having McDonalds more than once a day. To tell you the truth, it sucked ass. I put my calorie stricken meal on the coffee table, threw off my bomber jacket, and kicked off my combat boots letting them slam against the wall. Eh, who really cared that his house was a mess, only on the rare occasion the pres would come and ask for his advice about the war and shit like that. I picked up my drink and took a huge gulp, choking slightly.
Flicking on the tv, I saw the pres with some Russian commies, god I hate them, talking about some war that was going on in central Europe and how they will step in if something had happened to the USA. As soon as he said that, a sharp pain soared through my forearm causing me to drop my drink. Cringing I looked at the tv as a man in a black suit ran over to the pres. After getting information whispered in his ear, the pres looked wide-eyed at the camera's and announced that Pearl Habor had been hit by Japanese fighter planes.
Grabbing my arm as more pain ripped through it, I got up and tried to put back on my jacket and boots. I needed to find something, someone that would help me. Closing the door behind me, I ran out into the snow, as another pang caused me to drop onto my knees screaming in pain. I hated this, being in a vulnerable position. So unbefitting of a hero. For Christ's sake, Kiku was one of my best friends! Why the hell would he attack me? Another scream ripped through my lips. It felt as if my arm was slowly being ripped off my torso. Oh fuck, did it ever hurt. Sure it would heal but the damage was already done. I heard bullets pelt metal and the blood gushing from both dead and alive rung in my ears. The pain was too much. Black hazed my sight. "God dammit!" I screamed into the air. "You ok, da?" appeared a man in a long beige trench and holding a pipe. "Oh hell no, I'm just in this much pain because I fell in the snow. Of course I'm not fine, dumbass!" escaped my lips. I swore I saw him smirk as he lifted the pipe and brought it crashing upon my head causing me to black out.