Blood was smeared on the walls. A sadistic grin crept up on his blood splattered face. He had a bat in his nails the wood was tainted dark, the nails protruding from the bat were crooked and dripping blood. He raised the bat over his head and smashed the remains of a mutilated body that seemed to have been a pale haired man.
Alfred woke up in a sweat, panting, he murmured to himself, "It was only a dream.." he laughed boisterously, "Heroes aren't scared of anything!" He threw off his Captain America sheets and walked over to the bathroom. He turned on the sink and splashed water in his face. He looked in the mirror. His hair had a few streaks of brown and his sky blue eyes had become a strange murky blue.
"Huh…weird..oh well! Tony! Check out my new hair!" Alfred called for his alien friend who a few seconds peaked through the bathroom door, merely stared for a few seconds then disappeared. America ran his hand through his hair, now champagne and bronze. He gave a lazy yawn and glanced over at his clock, 8:32a.m. the G8 Summit was at 9 a.m at his place. He grabbed Texas and placed it on the bridge of his nose. They felt bothersome, so he decided to place in his clear contacts for the meeting. He went on with his routine.
He threw on a black suit, but ditched the tie, he called a limo, he was feeling strange he couldn't exactly pinpoint the feeling but it felt like he was pissed off but happy at the same time. Alfred made the limo stop by McDonalds for a Big Mac since Big Macs are always the solution. He munched happily on his burger as the limo pulled up to a building that had been constructed especially for the nations to gather. He marched to the meeting room wearing his usually wide grin he kicked in the door.
"The Hero is here! So no need to fear!"
"Bloody git! Your late!"
Alfred plopped down next to France and Japan across from a glaring England who was muttering words like irresponsible and rude. France grabbed a lock of America's hair and smiled, "Brown really makes your blue eyes pop."
Alfred grinned, "Thanks." Germany then proceeded to starting off the meeting, France was the first to speak, then Italy who basically said that the solution to over-fishing was pasta. Then came England and solutions to global warming.
America was doodling on his notes and paperwork, then a hand slamming on the wooden table, "America! Bloody git are you even paying attention! Why can't you grow up for fucks sake!" He continued ranting, everything was going in slow motion, Alfred stood up, head bowed staring at the marble tiles he walked to the head of the long table were England had been presenting.
Arthur glared at him, "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
America looked up his eyes were crimson red he smirked, he tore his glasses of his face and threw them over his shoulder, "Yes I do have something to say..except it isn't really words."He grabbed England's head and smashed it into the wall, everyone stared in horror as Arthur collapsed to the floor a small puddle of blood forming around his head. America laughed then screamed in anger and began kicking England. "Stupid fucker! Don't die so fucking easy it ruins the game!"
"America what the hell are you doing!" Germany screamed at the raging nation. The rest just stared in horror as their obnoxious idiotic American continued to abuse the unconscious, except Russia that continued watching with a slight frown, as if disapproving of a child throwing a tantrum.
Giggling filled the room, everyone stiffened, England who was supposedly unconscious grabbed Alfred's leg and pulled him to the ground, making him smash his face into the marble floor. He stood up with a Cheshire grin wide on his face, he wiggled his finger at Alfred as if he were a child again," Aw~ Little Duckie that was mean~ attacking me in a weak state~ so rude~."
Alfred grabbed the projector which England had been using a few minutes ago to give his presentation and tossed it at Arthur's head. The smaller man ducked it with ease still grinning he reached into his vest and pulled out a pink frosted cupcake, "Calm down and have a cupcake~"
"I fucking HATE sweets!" America grabbed his neck, a small dart was embedded in his neck, he looked over to the other nations, Japan was holding the tranquilizer gun that had been kept in case of emergencies. Alfred scowled as he screamed in a maddened rage "FUCK YOU! SHITHOLES! I'LL FUCKING BASH INYOURGODDAMN HEADS!" Arthur grabbed a chair and bashed it into Americas head.
"Hehe You were always a screamer Duckie~" A dart flew to Arthur's neck, but he dodged it. He twirled around the room like a lunatic "This world is so weird~"
Germany took a few steps closer to the twirling England who was squealing something about new recipes, "Who are you?"
"I am England!" Arthur pounced on France who flinched from the happy energetic clung to Frances arm , rubbing his face against it like a kitten "Francie! I missed bothering you hehe you are always frowning where I came from! I usually cook for you too! Does this England cook for you too?"
France stared at the grinning England, "Why are you here then mon sourire chaton(my smiling kitten)?"
"Italy threatened to take away my bodies if I didn't make the portal!" England eyed France's arm in a…peculiar way.
The nations became pale, China inquired further, " What bodies exactly aru?"
England glanced up and gave a Cheshire smile, " I am a artist and a chef! Humans give my recipes a certain taste that no other meat can give."
Russia nodded, "Da, it is true."
The nations stared at Russia with wide eyes like O.O, Russia waved his hand, "Just kidding, friends make jokes, da?"
France was trying to convince himself that he was having a nightmare and that soon he would wake up and everything would be normal…..that is until England almost cut off his arm, saying he needed it to make Chicken Alfredo.
Welcome to the new reality
Hope you like 2P! America is very moody
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