A/n: Sorry this took so long to come out! ;A; I've finally decided which college I'm going to~(hella pshyced!) so, i've been hella busy...plus i started another fic. -3-
Please Enjoy...ahh...poor alfred.
Ch. 2: The Bosses
There are certain things in the world that were not meant to be touched by mankind. Taboo objects that humans are not meant to ever lay their hands on. The Forbidden Fruit. Pandora's Box. When such objects are touched, it can only lead to suffering, not only of the one who touched it, but to all of mankind.
Ivan Braginski's scarf was one such object.
In retrospect, Alfred supposed he should have expected it. With such mass chaos, something was bound to go wrong. However, at the time, he had been too busy; wrangling with reporters and disobedient aliens alike. Many of the nations had fled to various parts of the house. Others, not so fortunate, had been cornered by the media, surrounded by screaming newsmen and flashing cameras. Ludwig was shielding Feliciano while Arthur was cursing at a particularly obstinate group of photographers. Lovino was using Antonio as a shield, Wang Yao and Kiku just seemed to have frozen up, and Francis had taken to flirting with a very pretty photographer. Gilbert and Peter seemed to be faring rather well, yelling back at the newsmen and posing for the photographers.
"FUCK OFF AND GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!" Alfred yelled, pushing past another group of photographers. Looking wildly for an exit, he saw it.
One of the newsmen surrounding Ivan had reached out and grabbed the long scarf Ivan wore, tugging sharply on it.
Grabbing a rifle the rifle that sat on his mantle, Alfred rushed forward, just as Ivan swung around, whipping his pipe out and bringing it down on the unsuspecting reporter's head with superhuman speed. There was a loud THUNK! as metal met wood. Alfred had reached the group just in time, shoving the reporter out of the way and bringing up the rifle to meet the incoming pipe. Grunting, he pushed back at Ivan, sending the larger country stumbling slightly backwards before twirling the gun around and sending a warning shot right by the larger nation's head.
So perhaps the gunshot was overkill, but Alfred had been desperate, trying to make sure that Ivan got the message to stay away. Apparently though, he didn't. Readjusting his grip on his pipe, Ivan lunged at Alfred, knocking him onto the ground. Soon, the two former superpowers were wrestling on the floor as excited photographers crowded around them, cameras flashing.
"Get off of Brother!" Natayla had run forward, brandishing one of her knives. She approached the two fighting nations, and watched intently for an opening.
"Don't try to get involved!" Arthur rushed over, grabbing Natayla's wrist, forcing her to drop the knife, "Try to separate them, not-arrgh!"
Natayla had reached into her dress and pulled out another knife with her other hand. As Arthur talked, she had slashed at him, cutting across his face. Arthur had seen the attack coming and had managed to evade it for the most part, but she had managed to get a shallow cut across his right cheek. He released her and jumped back, pulling out a handgun as he did so, "You crazy bitch!" he yelled, "I'm trying to break up the fight, and you're just-!"
Again, Natayla cut him off, attacking him, "No." she corrected, as Arthur parried the blade with his gun, "You were trying to interfere on America's behalf. You were fighting against Brother."
As Natayla brought the blade down on Arthur's gun again, it fired, burying itself into the wall. Unfortunately, Arthur had no control over where the bullet had gone, and as such, it had pinned that one strange curl of Feliciano into the wall. The Italian collapsed, shaking and tearing up, "Feiliciano!" Ludwig cried, catching him as he fell, "Feliciano, are you alright!?"
Lovino, who had seen the whole thing, turned angrily at Arthur, who was still struggling with Natayla, too preoccupied with keeping her blade from his throat to notice what had happened to his bullet, "You bastard!" Lovino yelled, charging at Arthur, "You perverted old man!"
Antonio, noticing his precious Lovino charging towards the fray, and moreover, charging at Arthur, decided to also join in, "This is for my armada!!!" he yelled, pulling out a large battle-axe seemingly out of nowhere.
"THAT WAS AGES AGO!!! GET OVER IT!!!" Arthur yelled, simultaneously trying to dodge Natayla's knife, Lovino's blows, and Antonio's axe. He had just managed to dodge a blow from Natayla when Antonio's axe came swinging down again. Bloody hell…I'm not going to be able to dodge that…
Arthur braced himself for the impact…but it never came. Looking up, he was somewhat surprised to see the axe, blocked by…was that a hockey stick?
"Ahh…hey Arthur"
"Matthew" Arthur nodded curtly, "Thanks for the save"
"No problem…but can't we all stop fighting an just tal-hey!" Antonio, removing his axe from Matthew's hockey stick brought it swinging back down again. Matthew blocked it with his hockey stick, and soon the two nations were engaged in a fight, with Antonio on the offensive, and poor Matthew trying to reason with him. Francis, seeing his precious former colony threatened, jumped into the battle, but really proved more worthless than anything. Kiku, seeing an opportunity to injure Ivan on Alfred's behalf soon also joined in the fray. Wang Yao, unsure which side to take, stood on the sidelines, watching the fight with a small frown. However, when Im Yong Soo tackled him, sending him flying into the middle of the main fight between Alfred and Ivan, the Asian nation really had no choice. A three-way battle was going on between the three main world powers and the rest of Europe and Canada engaged in a fight (as soon as Antonio, Francis, and Arthur had started battling, the rest of Europe soon joined in, seeing it as an opportunity to settle old scores. Gilbert was screaming something about regaining lost land and becoming a country again…but it was lost over the din) Soon, the only nations that were not caught in battle were Feliciano, who still was trembling by the wall, and Sealand, who had tried to get into the fight, but was soon kicked out by Arthur.
The media was ecstatic. Fights always sold, and an all-out brawl between the nations of the world was bound to sell out. Photographers rushed about with cameras, snapping photo after photo of the nations.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?!?!"
A voice, somehow carrying over the ruckus caused almost everyone to look up. Surrounded by about thirty or so secret service men, the President of the United States had appeared, his face colored a dark shade of red and his expression furious. The nations looked at each other uncomfortably. Several dropped their weapons, and several more removed their hands from their enemies' necks, save Francis who removed his hand from Arthur's pants. Silence fell over the nations, except for the grunts and cries coming from the fight that still raged between Alfred, Wang Yao, and Ivan.
"Break those idiots up" the President ordered, gesturing to the three on the floor. The servicemen nodded, and a group of twenty of them surrounded the three fighting nations, pulling them apart even as they kicked and struggled to get back into the fight.
"Alfred F. Jones. You. Are. In. So. Much. Trouble"
Perhaps the sight of his Boss's near-purpled face only inches away from his own was what finally calmed Alfred down, for almost immediately, he stopped struggling. Wang Yao, being an unwilling participant in the fight in the first place stopped struggling as soon as he was extracted from it, and Ivan, seeing Alfred getting yelled at by his boss also stopped, smiling cheerfully down at the servicemen who held him.
Alfred smiled nervously, wincing in pain as he did so. He couldn't see very well, as Texas had been knocked from his face early on in the fight, and a large bruise was probably swelling on his upper lip. Ivan and Wang Yao had managed to get in a few good blows, but he had also managed to hurt them quite badly. Ivan was sporting a large black eye, and the rest of his injuries were effectively hidden under the large coat he wore. Wang Yao had a shallow cut across his cheek, and was glaring at Im Yong Soo who was trying to hide behind Kiku.
"Everyone. Get out of here." The President said, glaring at the newsmen. They nodded, and made a mad scramble for the door, leaving the nations , the President, and the Secret Service men alone in an uncomfortable silence. "Your respective bosses will be arriving soon" the President growled, "And I do not think they are particularly pleased with you. As for you" he said, glaring at Alfred, who seemed to shrink back slightly, "You are coming with me."
The President grabbed Alfred's ear, and as a mother would dragged him into the next room, the young nation protesting the entire way, "Wasn't my fault! OW! Stop it! That commie-OWW! OK!"
The nations shifted uncomfortably as the door slammed behind the President and Alfred and screams started coming from the room.
"-THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING!! YOU'RE A NATION! NOT A FIVE-YEAR OLD!!!"
"I.."
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!!! ARE YOU CRAZY?!"
As the yelling continued, several of the nations looked at each other, worry evident on their face. Getting yelled at by one's boss was never very fun, and many knew that they were soon going to be in Alfred's position.
"Absolutely splendid. This is wonderful. Just great."
"Boss…"
"I don't want to hear it."
"I…"
"I said, I don't want to hear it."
Alfred shifted looking over at Arthur, who sat next to him, with an equally uncomfortable expression on his face. They were still at Alfred's house, with part of America's army standing guard outside. The bosses had arrived a couple of hours ago, and had dragged their respective nations to various parts of the house to yell at them. Alfred, Arthur, Matthew and Francis had been kept in the same room, and were now staring up at their bosses, guilty expressions on their faces.
"Now. Please. Explain what the fuck happened," Alfred's boss said, his furious expression never leaving his face.
Alfred swallowed, "Well…I kinda forgot to board up the basement…and the media came in through there…it was really chaotic, and whatnot, and one of the newsmen grabbed Ivan's scarf…so I grabbed my gun."
"You grabbed your gun because someone touched Russia's scarf!?" the President sounded shocked, "Why would you do that!? Isn't that overreacting a bit?"
Alfred stared at his boss, "This is Ivan Braginski we are talking about. You do not touch that scarf. Ivan would have killed that newsman, and last thing I wanted was to have Russia kill an American citizen."
"Ok. Fine" the President shook his head, "I'm sorry. Please continue."
Alfred nodded and began speaking again, "So, I grabbed my gun, and used it to absorb the blow. I then pushed Ivan back, and fired a shot by his head…he freaked out, attacked me, and then we started fighting. After that, I suppose everyone else got dragged in."
"I see…" the President sighed, "Well that's wonderful…but we're going to have to do something about this." He threw a copy of The New York Times in front of Alfred. On the front, in emblazoned letters, the words, "COLD WAR II: POSSIBLE WORLD WAR?" glared back at Alfred, and right under, a picture of Alfred , Ivan and Wang Yao with their fists in each other's faces. Alfred winced, and his boss took the paper from him. "That's not all" he growled, "Look."
He threw the paper open, and almost on every page was a photograph of the nations. Arthur was strangling Francis ("I thought you were on the same side" Alfred muttered. "We were" responded Arthur), Matthew still trying to ward off Antonio's axe, Liza smashing Gilbert in the face with her frying pan, Mathais grinning madly as he swung his axe around….the pictures went on and on.
"What are we supposed to do about this?" the President growled, "Half the world is in complete panic. They're confident we're all going to world war, not that a bunch of stupid nations decided to get in a godforsaken brawl!"
"Do they know the identities of all the nations now?" Matthew asked, looking at his boss, his purple eyes overflowing with worry.
The Prime Minister of Canada glared at his nation for a few seconds, before the expression gave way to a rather gentle smile, "Are you worried? Yes. Unfortunately, the reporters were able to piece together the puzzle, and they know the identities of all the nations, at least all the nations that were at Alfred's house that night…"
Canada nodded, looking down and clutching his bear closer to his chest.
"Freaking Mattie" Alfred muttered, glaring at his brother. Nobody was ever able to stay angry at Matthew long (mostly because they forgot about him) but even his boss seemed ready to forgive him! As for his own boss…Alfred glanced over. The man was still red-faced, his brow knitted in anger, his expression dark. Yea. That would take a while to fix.
So, since the american president isn't obama, i don't kno who the other presidents would be...just chosed your fav. leader of that country and make 'em the boss! :D I'm just using the stereotypical President and whatnot..
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