Jikan
The name of the story is really a place holder title for now. Jikan is actually time in Japanese. I had a cooler name in mind, but it was way too long in Japanese.
Prussia stomped down on the ball with his boot. "This is it, West! Let's break this tie! And try to actually participate for once." Germany glared at him. "You're the one that keeps missing passes!" Japan kicked it off. Germany sprinted for it while Prussia unsuccessfully tried to distract Japan. Italy timidly inched his way toward Germany. Germany grunted with a pass to his brother. The man's red eyes lit up with excitement and gave the ball an aimless, powerful kick which hurled it into the woods. Germany gaped in an angered shock. Prussia scratched his head sheepishly. "My bad! I'm on it!" He set off after it. Germany sighed. "Yes, it is your bad." Italy bent over to catch his breath. "I'm glad Brother Prussia was the one to go after it, I don't think I would've made it!" Japan stopped behind him. "That is because you are out of shape." Italy looked at him. "That's not nice, Japan." He turned to Germany. "Germany, is there something really wrong with my shape? What shape am I supposed to be? Why are you guys always making me feel funny about my appearance?" Good grief. He's always taking things the wrong way. Germany shook his head.
Prussia hurried though the wood that settled behind the German capital building. He screwed his face. "It smells like oil back here," He murmured. He slowed his pace to get a more thorough look at the ground. Where was that stupid ball? He felt his foot hit something. He looked down. "There you are! You dare try to run away from me? How am I going to show those three my awesome skills if we don't have a stupid ball?" He snatched the black, round object from the dirt. He squinted his eyes. "This isn't our ball!" He examined the object in his hands. "What the hell is this?" He knocked on the smooth exterior of it. "A bomb?" He heard a loud crash in the distance. Some people shouted. "Careful! You know how volatile those things are!"
"Well, whoever designed these things is a big idiot!" Prussia looked down at his newly found toy. Were they talking about this ball? He started toward the source of the noise. "Now that they caught my attention, they better be ready to do some explaining." The wood reflected the upcoming winter. It radiated the golden yellow sunshine cutting through the trees turning the ground into a subtle light brown. It looked gorgeous despite of the gradual chilling of the air around him. He couldn't tell if it was the weather or something else…the smell of chemicals grew stronger as he drew closer to the sounds. Prussia could feel an invisible force pulling him faintly toward a small, wooden building. It looked like it was hastily built, for the whole structure leaned to one side and the roof looked it was on the verge of collapsing. Prussia didn't see anyone, but he could sense a presence. Suddenly, he felt a chill run up his spine. My Awesome Senses are tingling. Gingerly holding the ball in one hand, he unsheathed his sword with the other. He felt multiple pairs of eyes boring into him. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. "Show yourself!" He called. "Or face the wrathful skills of me and my awesome sword!" Nothing moved, not even a leaf. He eased his way toward the building. Every now and again, he would see small puddles of oil scattered across the ground. Illegal miners? He heard footsteps behind him. He looked behind his shoulder. "Oh?" The atmosphere grew intense. "Don't you know sneak attacks are for cowards!?"
Britain sipped his tea quietly as America stretched at his feet. "You're quite serious about this, aren't you?" America paused in mid-stretch. "Of course I am! I need to prove I'm the best!" Britain smirked. "Best at what? Being obese?" America stuck his tongue out at him. "You're just jealous 'cause I'm better than you." The Englishman set his cup on its saucer. "Don't get cocky. It could be merely luck. I doubt you could hold your own against Cameroon." He enjoyed teasing America. Even though he would publicly cheer Japan on, he secretly wanted America to win. The country always tried so hard to be on top. Britain liked and respected that quality about him. He couldn't help but think about what their relationship would be in the distance future. Would they be close once again? Or would they drift even farther apart? He hated how complicated their relationship was. Well, he could just hate him like France and call it a day…no, even though he made it clear that he was an independent nation, America needed him. They needed each other. As much as he hated admitting his dependence on his former colony…it was the truth.
Suddenly, an image flashed before his eyes. The Statue of Liberty…falling into the ocean. Someone yelling. Italy appeared and was crying. Britain tensed. What the hell was that? It looked like something from a disaster movie. But it looked so real. The vision was so vivid, it was frightening. What did he just witness? He felt a jolt shoot up his shoulder. He heard someone calling his name. "Britain! Dude!" Britain shook his head. He swung his head to look at America. His green eyes were wild. America took a step back. "Are you okay? You were in some kind of trance." He looked down at the chair. Britain looked down as well and noticed himself gripping the velvet, green arms of it. He eased his grip. "Y-yes. I'm fine." He shakily picked up his cup and took a few quick gulps. America looked at him, his blue eyes filled with concern. "All right. If you say so." He hopped up and rubbed his hands together. "All right! Let's do this! Ready, Britain? It's time for in your face smackdown! You're looking at the world's best in soccer!"
Britain lifted his eyebrow. "Why do you have to be the only country in the world that calls it something different? What is this soccer? It's football for the queen's sake." America shook his head. "Football's football. Soccer is soccer. Now are you going to get up, tea and scones?" Britain slowly rose from his chair. "I'm coming." He followed the younger country outside. There in the backyard were two goals, set on either side of the stretch of grass. America ran ahead into the grass. "Final ten seconds, America's rushing down the field. The entire Japanese team is on his heels and flank. He makes the winning goal!" With that, he swung and his toes crashed into the ball. The ball flew, ricocheted off the goal post and into America's face. He yelped in surprise dropped to the ground. "My nose caved in!" Britain sighed. "Why do I endure this?" He breathed to himself. He walked over to the writhing American. "Let me see." America's yelling subdued as he gingerly removed his hands from his face. Britain couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Dear lord…" His voice trailed off in awe. America blinked. "What?" Britain couldn't express in words what he was seeing and feeling, so he simply replied. "Nothing." America felt his nose and frowned. "Dick…" He jumped up and clenched his fists. Britain crossed his arms over his chest and smiled. Suddenly, a phone rang. He held his finger up to signal America to wait. He walked a few feet and answered. "This is the United Kingdom speaking."
"Britain, I need you to look at something." Britain frowned. "Romania?" The country continued. "So, I was helping them set up for the World Cup finals. And as I was cleaning up the stands, I noticed a weird aura. I don't know what kind of magic it was, but it was strange." Britain scratched his head. "Are you certain it wasn't a spirit or ghost, or at something of that nature?"
"No, it felt solid, but it felt like it wasn't from this world…if that makes any sense to you. It was so out of place that I noticed it. But I didn't sense a malevolence coming from it. I don't know, but do you think you can keep an eye out for anything suspicious at the game? You'll be there, right?" Britain agreed. "Yes, I'll be there." Strange aura, huh? "Good. I know you'll be rooting for America-san." He hung up. "WHY WOULD YOU ASSUME I WOULD BE CHEERING FOR THAT BUFOON!?" He screamed into the phone. He sighed. He was definitely going to look out for that. He was actually curious now. Aura from another world…
