A/N: Sorry for disappearing for.. who knows how long. Almost a month.. o.o I've been busy with break ending, and the new semester beginning so.. yeah. I re-read what I wrote previously and DAMN! That was good. My thoughts at the time were negative since I was writing so much, I couldn't tell what was the best I could write and what wasn't. Too much writing is actually a thing for me. Huh. Anyhow.. without further ado, chapter 2(Hey that rhymed)!
"Alfred.." England breathed silently, sitting still by the pond's bed.
As if by the words he had spoken triggered some other-worldy event, a leather gloved hand appeared above the water. Then the other hand. Soon the two were pulling themselves upward, revealing a man with brown hair, and shades that were black as night.
"What the hell!?" France shouted, alarming the others.
"England! Get away from him!" warned Japan.
England quickly snapped back into reality, then squirmed backward, re-uniting with the rest of the group. The mysterious man had pulled himself up completely soon enough, while taking off his gloves and squeezing the water out. He whipped them in the air once, shaking off any leftover droplets, and put them back on. While pulling up his shades, he smirked,"Sup losers. Oh, I almost forgot."
He leaned down, and bent over the water, reaching in. He slowly pulled out a baseball bat with nails hammered into it, scaring the other countries.
"Hey.. doesn't he look a lot like.. Amerika?" Russia added.
"Oui.. he does have a lot of similar features.." France replied.
"Am..America?" England asked, cautiously.
"Hm? Yeah, I'm America, but not the one you're thinking off," he sniffed, slumping the bat over he shoulders.
"What? Then where is America-san?" Japan asked, confused.
The man only smirked.
"Elsewhere. Now then, I'm getting bored talkin', so I've decided I wanna play a little game with you guys. What do ya' say to a little game of baseball? I'll be the batter, and your heads can be the ball." he grinned, devilishly.
"Playing a game sounds fun!" Russia beaming, sending more fear into everyone.
The man was confused with Russia's sudden excitement.
"Who are you?" China asked, acknowledging the fact that everyone was too scared to ask.
"Well, I'm America. But if you're requesting my human name, I'm Allen. Allen Jones."
"Isn't Jones America-san's last name?" asked Japan.
"It is. Now then, as I was saying, let's all have a little fun, shall WE!" he yelled, charging towards the group, his bat armed and ready to be swung.
"GERMANY~!" screamed Italy, quickly grabbing onto the German who was stumbling while trying to get up.
"ITALY! GET OFF!"
Allen stopped and looked towards Germany. He smiled and ran in their direction. Germany began tugging harder and harder at Italy, but his grip was too much. He sighed, then braced himself for Allen. Japan quickly acted, tripping Allen.
"Agh!"
He glared at Japan. Japan jumped up, and stood in a fighting stance.
"China-san!"
"Right!" China quickly jumped up alongside Japan, and the two got ready to fight.
"You know, this is a bit stereotypical.." France noted, rubbing his beard.
"Who cares! We have to leave!"
France and England hurried up, then ran over to Germany and Italy. They helped them up.
"I found an allyway! Let's go there~"
Russia waved at the group from a far, smiling.
"Uh.."
'should we follow him? I don't trust him in an ally..' France whispered.
'We have no choice..'
They sighed.
"Italy! Let go!" France strained, yanking at the frightened country.
"No!" he cried out.
"Oh, so you're trying to distract me!" Allen yelled, dodging more attacks from Japan and China.
He jumped away from them, and started running over to the struggling nations. He swung his bat, barely missing France.
"HAH! You're pretty good! I expected less from a snail kisser such as yourself!"
"Shut up!"
England had to think fast.
"Italy! I have a scone!"
Italy froze, letting go of his Doitsu. He hugged his knees, rocking back and forth.
"please.. no.."
England sighed, finally owning up to his terrible cooking abilities. Germany picked Italy up, and started running to where Russia was. England threw the rock-like scone at Allen's head. He flinched and stood up straight, turning around.
"YOU BITCH!"
He came raging at England, aiming his bat. He swung and hit him right in the stomach. He fell to the ground, gripping his throbbing abdomin. He picked England up, and threw him to the edge of the pond with little effort. As he walked towards England, China and Japan jumped in the way, ready to fight.
"Look. Our little fight was fun, but I do have a job I need to complete. Otherwise.." he shook. "He'll keep bitching until the end of time." Allen swung his bat, hitting Japan into China, throwing them to the ground. As he made his way closer, he stepped in front of England. He gave him on little shove, and down into the water did England fall.
"Angleterre!" France called, running in their direction. He knew it was difficult to kill a country, but still a possible feat. Drowing would be a sad way to bring down England.
A/N: I think making these chapters shorter will make it easier on myself. It'll let me write more, put out more quicker, and extend this series length to a longer amount of time. I don't know. Just my opinion. Sorry about the stupid wait. I'm stupid. This actually did get some pretty positive feedback and I need to hold up my end of the bargain. So yeah. Review, fave, and follow for more! See ya!