Scene 3 - New York Train Station

Alfred meandered up to the platform whistling his new song for Gilbert when he saw a luggage cart with his and Alice's bags.

"Hey kid! Could you get those bags down to track twelve in one piece?" he called to the person pushing the cart, hidden behind the suitcases.

"Since when am I bloody kid you twat?"

Now Al, much like Feli, wasn't the heaviest brick in the bag but he could recognize that telltale accent and slang anywhere. He could also tell when it's owner was pissed off.

"H-hey Alice. Couldn't see you behind the cart. What are you doing?"

Stepping out from behind the tower of bags Alice growled at him "Getting our luggage on the train without any help from you, you wanker."

"I don't suppose a generous tip would help at all?"

"Just take your bloody briefcase" she instructed while throwing said briefcase at him "and get down there before Gilbert gets there. You remember what happened last time the press got there first don't you?"

"I can't. I've gotta wait for papa. He promised to see us off," he stated planting both of his feet defiantly.

"Bonjour!" an overly dramatic French voice screeched.

Al excitedly asked Alice "Ya think that's him?"

Ally rolled her eyes "It's either him or the all clear. I only wish it was the later."

"Son!" purred Alfred's French father "Oh it's been to long!" he said pulling the younger man into a tight hug with his hands roaming a little low for Alice's tastes.

A false cough escaped the British woman "Who's that?" the father questioned.

"Dad you remember Alice Kirkland from the office-"

"This is pretty little Alice Kirkland? I don't believe it. What's wrong Alice? Did you have a sudden shock since the last time I saw you or have you just let those caterpillars weigh down your face?" Francis inquired rudely.

Alice somehow managed to stop herself from cussing out her future father-in-law (sure her eyebrows weren't up to the Frenchman's expectations bit they were nowhere near caterpillar status!) and instead turned to leave "I'll just go take these to the train now."

"By all means Alice," Francis stopped her from walking off by grabbing her shoulder and turning her as if to show her off to Al "Just look at how magnefic she looks. It's a wonder that some older man hasn't snatched you up already. What a catch you'd be as a personal servant," he insulted her with that sickeningly sweet French accent of his.

"I really must be going Alfred" she growled from behind a forced grin "Goodbye Francis."

"Call me Mr. Jones." Alice rolled her eyes and stormed away, muttering curses under her breath.

Diary of the Awesome Me

Entry 8,423 - Wednesday

Being a totally sexy pop star can be tough sometimes (but completely amazing and fun the rest of the time). This morning I was getting on a train and all the girls swamped the station. There was press and pictures everywhere. It was all because no one can resist my awesomeness. After the press started asking questions though, it became unawesome cuz Alfred and Alice wouldn't let me answer any of them! Like one of them asks: "Give us the pitch on that Hollywood starlet, are you two really engaged?" and I'm about to gloat about my new hot fiancé when Alfred cuts in with some crap about how we're just "pals" and that huge rock is just a "friendship ring". Who would even buy that BS? Anyway it went like that for a while with my screaming fans, flashing cameras, and fake background stories. You know, the usual. Finally made it to this little Sweet Peach town, or something like that, and the name lies. It is so not sweet here. In fact this is about the most boring town I've ever been to, but now that I'm here I plan on shaking things up a little!

Stay awesome!

-Gilbert Belldismdit

A/N: Two chapters in one day? Only when I don't really have to come up with a plot!... Hmmm… That was slightly self insulting… Oh well!

Small change. I wanted Al to keep his last name so Francis is now Mr. Jones instead of Mr. Bonnefoy because I like America more than France (yeah I'm not above picking favorites. I should like Al better because in one of my role plays I'm married to him. You must now refer to me as Mrs. America!)

Song in my head: Florida Sunshine by As Fast As

You lick your fingers, I'll wipe up the bottles that spilled. I'll just get drunk and you just keep pop, popping your pills. I've got my head in my hands and it's doomsday over nothing. Keep your head up, keep your head up, keep your head up! I'll lay you down in the Florida sunshine if you promise that you will. I gladly gave you something for nothing but then you moved in for the kill. Cause you are crazier than me and I'm crazy for you!