In Plain Sight

Arthur has had enough of America's teasing and decides to hide himself in plain sight.

Chapter 2

Arthur knew he had to disappear. Knowing if Alfred were to look for me he would search the whole globe and not expect me to be in my own country. He thinks that life is just the same as his Hollywood movies. Being that I was the country of England meant I couldn't be away from England for a very long time; meaning that I should stay in England. If I stay in England looking as a do now, Alfred will find me for sure, thought Arthur. Arthur had bought a train ticket with the little money he had on him. The train reached its destination, an average city block, in a bland looking street. I walked up to the emergency apartment which I had bought in case I ever needed to disappear. Not even my boss knew about this place. It was a rather dull apartment. The walls where neutral; the only word I can think to describe such an apartment is blah. With closer inspection on the back wall, one might see a key hole in the wall. I pulled out the large black key out of my pocket, inserted it into the key hole and pulled open the camouflaged door. A stone staircase led down to the cellar where all the magical equipment and emergency supplies where. Arthur started to look for the spell that would change his appearance. I sighed this was going to take awhile.

Alfred had fallen asleep on the side of Arthur's bed that was not wet. He awoke to the sound of banging and loud voices from down stairs. Alfred jumped up and ran down stair to see who it was; he hoped to god it was Arthur. But, of course it wasn't; it was a few big burley men debating the best way to fit Arthur's couch through the front door. What are you doing?, yelled Alfred. The biggest man pointed to the patch on his shirt that read, "The Strong Moving Company, We Move England One House at a Time." Where is all the furniture going?, asked Alfred. A storehouse, the man replied. What, a storehouse, where is Arthur!!! A few hours later Alfred was sitting on the ground in a totally empty house; the blank shell of the house he was so accustomed to. For the first time in his life Alfred Jones the US of A felt like giving up; but he couldn't he was the hero, just like in the movies. He hadn't given up during the revolutionary war or the great depression. Why should he quit now? The twinkle of determination made its way back into his eyes. I stood up and made my way back to the location of the World Meeting to go get my car. Next to my car I could see Francis. He addressed me and asked how England was. I pushed him away from my car and yelled at Francis that Arthur was gone, before I speed of in my car in search of the one who had held my heart for centuries.