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Chapter 2: Nothing's Changed

"You...can't make it to Christmas?"

Alfred F. Jones heard Arthur Kirkland's tiny voice on the other end of the line, and his heart gave a tiny pang of sheer sorrow. No, that's not it! He wanted to scream. I just can't spend Christmas with you, or else...!

America shook these thoughts from his head. Him not being outspoken and open about how he felt was something new, and he didn't like the feeling of lying to England.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, dude, but I've got...uh, plans! Yeah sorry, plans," Alfred told the British nation, and he hoped that he didn't sound so obvious. There was silence on the other end of the line, before Arthur spoke up again.

"I see. I guess it can't be helped, then," Arthur, all the way back in England, tried to force as much neutrality into the sentence as possible–he really didn't care if Alfred could make it to Christmas or not. Really! After all, he always had Francis–wait.

What the bloody hell am I thinking?

America caught it. The tiny bit of sadness that was strung about Arthur's words. A normal person wouldn't detect it, but...America was America. And he hated lying to Arthur..er, England. He swallowed a large lump in his throat. Sorry, Artie.

"So..I, erm...guess I'll see you around then, huh?"

"I...suppose so. Merry Christmas, Alfred."

"Merry Christmas, Artie."

Click.

That had been the end of the call. Arthur had been the first person to hang up-Alfred, however, twirled the chord of the phone on his index finger and listened to the incessant dial tone. He couldn't shake the fact that his baby was somewhere in England crying his eyes out because he couldn't make it.

Stop it, Alfred scolded himself. Of course he isn't. Iggy doesn't think of me like that.

America was about to get up and go into a rampage, when a huge racket was heard in the hallway. There was a large bang, an even louder bang-"What the hell are you doing, Tonya-ow!"-and finally, a brunette fell face first onto the living room floor, Tony atop her doing a dance of triumph.

"Get off me, Ton, you asshole!" the brunette growled, but Tony just shrugged and decided to sit on her instead. Damn, that alien was fast.

"Hey, Tony. Who dat?" America asked, pointing to the brunette who was currently sprawled on the floor, banging her fists against it. Tony shrugged nonchalantly.

"Dunno. I found her sneaking around in the halls. She kinda looks like you."

"Like me?" America's curiousity was piqued, and he waved Tony off of her witha flick of his wrist. Tony obediently did so, and the girl rose up, panting and glaring at Alfred from behind messy hair and glasses.

"What the hell's your problem?" she spat, then took one good look at him and stopped short. "Holy crap."

"Yeah, holy crap," America spat right back, "you're in my house. I could call the police, missy."

"Hey now, I know my rights!" the girl shot up, fist clenched. "Do you know who I am?"

Alfred scowled and folded his arms. "No." The girl had a look of total disbelief for one moment, before clearing her throat and saying,

"I'm Abigail F. Jones, man. The good ol' personified, U S of A!"

Alfred ogled her, and then sighed. "That's impossible. Because...I..," Alfred pointed at himself, then at Nuntucket, " am America. Imposter."

"I have that, too," Abigail pointed at her Nuntucket, and then completely passed Alfred to look around his living room. "Wow. Hasn't changed much."

"Hey!" Alfred yelled. "Don't touch anything!" Eh. She wasn't listening.

"I'm Abby Jones, America," she said while toying with his Wii, "I had a recent spat with Alice...er, England...well, I guess you couldn't call it a spat, more like I felt horrible about leaving her alone on the holidays, and I wanted to see-"

"Hold on a sec," America was getting dizzy and sat himself down onto his couch. "Alice? Who's.."

"England. Love her to death, I do," Abigail, who was now looking through a photo album, smiled fondly.

"So...you left her alone? On the holidays? This...England you speak of?" Alfred queried, and Abby turned and nodded.

"Then I began thinking, 'Hey! If we were both guys, our relationship would move a hell of a lot faster!' So I used a spell or something, just to see what it would be like if we were men, and here I am!" the American girl then sprang up and bowed dramatically.

Alfred let this sink in. For any ordinary person, it would be extremely hard to believe. But he'd seen aliens. And war. He'd seen things that were both beautiful, and catastrophic...

Like England.

America slapped himself. Stupid me! "Sorry, er...Abby, was it? But...mine and Iggy's relationship..."

"Yeah, I know. I'm disappointed," Abigail stated bluntly. She then turned a page in the album she was viewing, and stopped short. She rose up slowly, then shoved the page into Alfred's face.

"This! This man, right here!" she pointed to a photo of England and him. They seemed to be sitting at a table in McDonald's. America had an arm slung around Arthur, and Arthur was blushing madly while attempting to eat a french fry.

Alfred smiled. Abigail rose an eyebrow. "What about him?"

"Who is it?" Abigail asked. Alfred blinked, then took the album from her hands. "Well?" she asked again.

"That," said Alfred, tracing Arthur's form with his index finger (France would have said something naughty by now, but he wasn't here), "is Arthur Kirkland. England."

Abigail looked at him, and a little blood trickled from her nose. Wow. She opened her mouth to say something, when Alfred beat her to it.

"He's my treasure."

Abigail squealed inwardly. How she wished she could say that about Alice! I was right to come here, she noted, smiling. She then reached into her bomber jacket and pulled out a picture. It was the same picture Alfred had shown her-except it was of her and Alice instead. She handed it to Alfred, who gawked at it.

"And that's Alice Kirkland. England," Abigail beamed brightly.

"My treasure."

Alfred observed the picture. He laughed to himself-Iggy sure was a pretty girl. Hell...was everyone a girl in this universe?

The two sat in a companionable silence for a while, when Alfred broke it.

"So...do you have any way to get back?"

"Nope," said Abigail, "and I don't want to. I'm not going back until I discover how to get over being such a shy chicken and to tell Alice that I love her!" She did a heroine pose.

Alfred chuckled. "I don't think I'll be of much help. I'm a shy chicken too. Whenever I try to tell Iggy I love him, I end up insulting him," he explained. Abigail nodded her understanding. That's the way it was with her too.

"Well, leave it to me, then!" she announced. "I'll get you two together, ASAFP!" Abigail pushed Texas up the bridge of her nose as Alfred sweat-dropped. Oh, this was gonna be good.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Alfred interjected before Abigail could say anything, and headed for the door.

This is all crazy, man, he thought, approaching the door hesitantly. "This can't get any weirder, let alone crazier," Alfred sighed aloud, unlocking the door and peering at who his visitor was.

"Ah...Hello, America-san."

"Hey, Al!" (Hungary)

"Bonjour, Amerique. Is Arthur in there? Are you together yet?"

...Crap.

~Circumstances and Tsunderes~

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