CHAPTER 2
Alfred woke up in a field of golden wheat. Where the hell am I? I didn't know fields like this still existed. He stood up only to find himself wearing a long white dress, with a red ribbon. "Why in the hell am I wearing a dress!" he shouted. He looked down and realized the dress was one that young countries wear before they are colonized. "What the fuck?" he asked himself. He continued walking to see if anyone was around. He found he was alone.
Alfred continued walking when he stepped on something. "Ouch!" it said. "Who said that?" asked Alfred. "Me, I'm right here." Alfred looked down, and saw his twin brother, Matthew. "Mattie!" Alfred scooped him up. "Finally someone!" "A-Alfred you're crushing me." whispered Matthew. "Oh sorry, dude." "Where are we?" asked a very confused Matthew. "I don't know, bro. But, it looks just like the field England found me in." Alfred stopped. He had completely forgotten about the wish he made.
Al fell in the wheat. "Al I don't think we've been colonized yet. What did you do?" asked Matthew. Alfred quickly sat up. "Wait a minute! Mattie you still remember everything?" "Yeah, it's like I have two conflicting memories. Each one says something different than the other. It's really confusing! One says that Francis found me and colonized my nation, but another suggests that I have always been alone. That is until I began walking South and we stumbled upon each other."
Alfred began laughing. "What is so funny Alfred! This is serious!" "Well, it's just that, dude. Even a spell forgot you. So, your memory wasn't erased!" Alfred was practically rolling on the ground laughing. "Alfred we really need to figure this out!" yelled Matthew. "Wow, Mattie I didn't know you were capable of yelling." whispered Alfred. "I do but, none of you ever notice." continued Matthew. "Oh" Alfred looked off into the distance. "I wonder if they know where we are." "Who?" Matthew looked over at Al slightly confused. "England and the others. France, China, Russia, Germany, Italy, Japan." Alfred looked down with a sad expression. I hope England remembers me. Maybe he's immune to his own magic or something, at least I hope he is.
"Al," Matthew was looking at Alfred think. "Ya, man?" Alfred continued to stare at the wheat. "Why did you mention England, first?" Alfred tensed up a little. Does he know about my feelings for England? How did he figure it out? "No reason." "Something tells me it's got to do with a lot more than that." "No reason, Mattie! Okay?" Alfred was getting really annoyed by Matthew's questioning him. "Okay, but I think we need to get to Europe somehow." This interested Alfred. "What makes you say that?" "Well, you say that a spell got you into this, and I can only assume it was England's magic stuff that you used." Alfred nodded slightly. "Then, maybe there is some kind of reverse spell. Something, anything that will get us back home."
Alfred leaned back and looked at the horizon. "And, how do you propose we get to Europe Matt? That is all the way across the Atlantic. We can't just build a boat, and go!" Matthew looked down at the dirt. "That's true." "Anyways England got his wish. Maybe things are better this way." Matthew glared at Alfred for a long time. "Al, this is more than a silly fight with England. You have changed the history of the entire world! Nothing will be the same. Anything we've invented, anything native to here, our people. That is all a thing of the past, none of it exists to them anymore." That means that the "New World" never existed. Alfred stood up. No, don't let any of this get to you. This is good. He crossed his arms and refused to listen to Matthew.
"Al, why are you so stubborn!" Matthew had a very annoyed sound to his voice. "And, why are you such a push over?" Matthew stood up. "Al, listen to what you're saying! You aren't a country nobody knows who Alfred F. Jones is! You aren't the super nation of the world! There might not be any hamburgers!" This definitely caught America's attention. "That's impossible! I'm too awesome to not have hamburgers all day!" Matthew shook his head. "Well, what are you waiting for? We have to get to Europe as soon as possible!" Alfred stood up. Me! Not the hero? That is gibberish. "Wow, no hamburgers really gets you moving." Matthew began to smile.
"But, Al, you said yourself we can't just build a boat and sail to Europe." Alfred sat down and began to draw a map in the sand. "Yes, and assuming this is the same time period as when we left. There shouldn't be any land bridge between Russia and me. What the hell are we gonna do?" Alfred looked up at Matt very determined to get going. "Maybe we should just go tomorrow Alfred. The sun is setting, and who knows what comes out anymore at night." Alfred got up and smoothed down some wheat to make a bed. "When I was little and lived here, I used to make a bed out of wheat and fur of animals I found." "Yeah, I remember doing something like that too."
"Al?" Matthew asked as the two smoothed their beds and the sun had gone down. "Is there any other reason you really want to get to Europe. I mean besides hamburgers, and not being the hero." Alfred looked over "You swear you won't laugh at me?" "Of course not Al." Alfred sat up. "I think I'm in love with Arthur." Matthew looked surprised, and leaned closer to Al. "Whenever I'm around him my hands get all sweaty, and my heart starts beating really fast. I can't do anything, and sound like an idiot because I'm not sure what to say. I know we fight a lot but I wish we wouldn't. I wish he could think of me as more than a fat ass." Al looked over to the side, as if expecting the worst judgment. "I know how you feel."
"What?" asked Alfred. That was the very last thing he had expected Mattie to say. Matthew put his head between his knees. "I feel the same way about Francis. I don't know why or how I just do. I know Francis can be a bit of a pervert, but there is always that side of Francis that is kind and caring." Matthew smiled a little more. "At least I'm not the only one who feel for a former mentor." "Hey, we aren't the only two! Spain and Romano." "Oh yeah. I wonder how there doing. I really hope we didn't affect them they are perfect together. They make me think of what I hope I can be with Arthur one day."
"So, Europe." Matthew leaned back. "Europe." We have to go to Europe. All I did was make one stupid wish, and I seemed to ruin every one's lives. Why do I always screw things up? "How do you think we'll ever get over there asked Matthew. "I don't know." replied Alfred. "But, I hope it doesn't take too long. I hope we can get over there as soon as possible. Maybe we can even start tomorrow, if we're lucky." The two "former" nations lied back down. Alfred began to think of Arthur. How much missed him. How he missed the way he smells, his silly facial expressions, his clothing, his huge eyebrows, god! He even missed how he tried to cook all the time. So, this is love. Alfred thought. It's weird,but I think I like it. I wonder if Arthur is thinking about me now. I wonder if he is trying to figure out what happened to me. With that Alfred drifted to sleep.
When Alfred awoke again, it was very dark. There was a large noise like a plane. No, a helicopter. No. It was loud, that's all. The wheat was tugging at the ground, and pulled it self away from the dirt. Alfred put his hands over his ears, and looked over at Matt. "What is that!" He shouted. Matthew simply pointed up with a cold expression. Alfred looked up only to see a giant UFO.