Ok so i already had this chapter typed out but i lost it in my computer ;A; so i had to restartT_T it makes me happy to know people are actually reading this :D ive had soooo many new ideas for storys from the help of listening to music and RP-ing XD anyways most of the readers come from the uk and the us so i just wanna say thank you and thank you to all of those outside of the two coutries also reading them XP plz comment , more comments equal more upddates :D
Chapter 4: the unknown
Matthew innocently rubbed his sleepy eyes as he tried to make out the image of the person standing in front of him. He had just awoken from his sleep to go to the bathroom but had herd a noise downstairs and had gone to check it out. "Alfred? What are you doing up so early?" he said mumbling, for he was stil half asleep.
Alfred kneed down as he finished tying the laces of his boots, it was obvious he was going out. He looked up at Matthew suprised."Oh, hey Matt." He straightened out and smiled at his brother." I'm going to go look for Liberty, I lost her yesterday when I found England, I'm a bit worried, she hasn't come back yet. I'll be back before breakfast ok?" Matthew yawned as he turned around and headed back to his bedroom."Ok." Alfred opened the door to the entrance of the mansion. " Tell England not to worry ok?" He looked back to see if his brother was still listening but he had already gone back up stairs. Alfred smiled as he closed the door.
Matthew and Alfred lived in a mansion that Britain had constructed for the two. Upon finding them, France and England along with Canada and America all lived in a single house, but as tension started to grow between England and France, for the two pretty much lived together against their will, arguments soon became fights and the two separated, leaving England with custody over both America and Canada . France still held contact with the two but never had he, after the seperartion, visited. England then decided to build a mansion for the two to live in while he was away doing business at home. The mansion was located in the deep forest in order to avoid attacks from humans and even other nations. The two brothers never complained though,
they enjoyed the quiet, and it also gave them more of a chance to act like themselves, in the case of Alfred who just loved to play games with Matthew such as 'who can throw the buffalo the furthest'.
America ran down the spacious front lawn, It was still dark outside and it wouldn't be dawn til about another 2 hours. Though he had no idea where he was heading, he knew where to go, this wasn't though the first time he lost his rabbit. He would loose her occasionally, but would always manage to find her. It was a sort of bond the two shared, when one would get lost the other would find them and vice versa.
Rays of light made there way threw the binds of England's window, waking up the British nation. Arthur lazly rose from his bed , letting out a loud yawn as he stretched his arms into the air. He got up and looked out the large window. It was well-into the day already, maybe about midday, it was rare for him to wake up late.' Did I really sleep in this much ?' He thought to himself as he rubbed his tired eyes, Of course he was tired. He had arrived from the battle zone the day before, was emotionally overwelmed because of the deaths of his citizens, friends and the reunion with his former colony. He had quite the trouble last night as well putting Alfred to sleep and reassuring him that he was fine and not upset with him. Arthur dressed himslef and went down stairs where he found Matthew in the livingroom sowing up Mr. Kumajirou, a farewell gift he had received from France. "Good morning Canada".
"umm good morning Britain" replied matthew bashfully, it surprised him that England actually remembered him. Arthur gazed down at the bear Matthew held in his hands and then at the sewing kit the Canadian was using .
"You know how to sow?" Arthur asked surprised. Matthew looked at Arthur confused.
"O-of course I do. You taught me last time you were over, remember?" Arthur stood quiet trying to recall what Canada had told him. He remembered wanting to teach Alfred, but he refused, complaining that it was too 'girly' and instead taught him how to play the piano. He remembered teaching someone, but the memory was blank.
"Oh that's right." he lied, luckly Matthew didn't notice and continued with his work. Arthur stood there admiring how well Matthew knew how to handle a needle, until it hit him. " Where's Alfred?" He looked around the iving room to make sure he wasn't hiding to scare him. Matthew smiled meakly.
"He must still be asleep, you two did go to sleep quite late." Arthur smiled, remembering how he craddled Alfred in his arms to sleep last night.
" You're right , I might as well let him sleep a bit more then." As he headed towards the kitchen, he started feeling a deep pain in his chest, his hand reached up as he tried applying pressure on it, it was getting harder for him to breath, but he dismissed it ."S-since it's late already, you boys wouldn't mind eating fish n' chips then?" he asked.
Matthew sighed and gave Arthur a forced smile." I don't mind." Deep down, he missed his papa's cooking.
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" She's got to be here somewhere..." Alfred thought outloud as he wondered the woods. He searched under bushes, behind trees, UNDER trees (he pulled them out of their roots) and even in the pounds scattered in the area(there was always the possibility Liberty might want to take a bath). After a while of searching Alfred sighed, he was starting to get impatient. "I've been searching ever since before day break and I still haven't found her." He pouted as he continued walking, however, something caught his eye . He made his way to a tree, it had, what he believed, to be the initials of a couple on it. As he made his way closer to it a smirk started to form on his face.
"Francis and Matthew, huh?" Alfred's smirk turned into a grin." Well at least I know what you do whenever you go for a walk!" Referring to Matthew. He started to giggle, it surprised him how cute his brother could be. After his giggle attack Alfred stared at Matthew's heart( their names where carved inside a heart)with admiration and pride, "I'm glad you can at least express your feelings for Francis." Alfred blushed. " If I were to write about my feelings for Arthur, he'd probably spank me." he gave out a small chuckle.
Alfred's smile faded and turned into a melancholic one as he looked up at the large tree." I'm actually a bit jealous of you Matt." he whispered to himself. "You're now independent from France... you guys aren't father and son anymore ,there's nothing keeping you guys from being together, " he chuckled once more," Ok, maybe your age." He laughed at the thought of France making out with Canada. It wasn't uncommon for Older nations to be with younger ones, what really made America laugh like a mad child was the fact that France and Canada were the exact opposite of each other. While France was a flirt, outgoing and confident, Matthew was shy, insecure and innocent.
" How could you fall for someone like that Matt?" he asked the tree as if it could listen and respond. He looked down with warm eyes." But then again, I shouldn't really be talking..." he smiled ." Why did we have to be born so weird Matt? " he asked the tree once again as he sat down on it's roots." You like France and I England, out of everyone in the world, we had to fall in love with them two." He smiled, " I'm very different from England too, now that I think about it, maybe it has something to do with opposites attracting" he stood silent for a while, his smile becoming bitter," I wonder if England will ever see me as anything other than his little brother?" He gathered his knees into his chest and hugged them. He started remembering all the argument England and France have had." If only I could have been stronger... I wouldn't have let France yell at you like that." Alfred's eyes lost themselves in his memories. A leaf fell in front of snapping him out of his thoughts. He rose and smiled, giving the tree a thumbs up. " I promise I'll get big soon, that way I'll be able to protect England !" He paused and grinned even wider " Because like Matt, I love him too!"
Alfred was startled as he herd noises coming from a bush. Had England herd? He felt his heart pounding out of his rib cage. Expecting the worse, Liberty revealed herself from the bushes, making Alfred sigh in relief." There you are! You had me worried, I thought you were England and herd everything!" He patted his rabbit," You know how good he is sneaking round" he grinned. His mouth formed a straight line," I wonder what he would say if I told him how I feel ?" He laughed as he carried liberty, thinking about how angry England was going to be for not arriving home yet. "Maybe I should keep my mouth shut for now and just go home" he giggled, "England's going to have a heart attack."
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Arthur rushed down the stairs making his way to the dinning room where Matthew was already eating," Where's America?" he shouted startling matthew.
"He's not asleep ?" Matthew asked.
Arthur gritted his teeth and put on his jacket, He opened the door to the mansion entrance only to have a 12 year old America standing there holding Liberty. "America!"
"Are you leaving already England?" asked Alfred, sadness noticeable in his voice.
England's whirlpool of emotions returned. He was angry because America had left and merely given him a heart attack, he was relieved because he had found him, and was heartbroken to hear his tone. "N-no love, I was about to go look for you. We cooked lunch... You should have told us you were going out." Alfred entered the house heading towards the dinning room.
"I told Matt, but I'm guessing he must have been half asleep" he laughed weakly.
"What were you doing up so early?"
" I found Liberty. I lost her yesterday and I didn't want her missing for my birthday next week!" he grinned, showing Liberty to Arthur as if she were some sort of trophy.
Arthur's heart started beating faster.'Birthday?' he thought.
Matthew came to the hallway and found the two."Alfred you're back!"
"Yeah! I found Liberty!" he grinned and looked at Arthur." So are you going to be staying long enough to celebrate my birthday with me and Matt?" Alfred's eyes lit up with excitement and joy, Arthur wasn't there for many of America's birthdays but he usually sent him a presents.
Arthur stood still, blocking any words coming from the outside world. ' I have to get back home' He looked at Alfred and Matthew who were just staring at him awkwardly.'But how? and if i stay too long ...how will it affect the future?'
"Umm Arthur?" Matthew's words were enough to break him out of his thoughts.
"...oh yes! " he smiled tenderly at the two small nations. " I should be here long enough for your birthday America." Alfred's eyes lit up with joy, as he hugged Arthur.
"R-really ! You mean it !" Alfred's joys was undescribeable, but to put it simple, it melted the Brit's heart. Arthur gave Alfred a reassuring smile.
" I wouldn't miss it for the world."
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(present time WW2)
Alfred anxiously walked back and forth in his office, not being able to do anything about the war made him feel so, helpless. It had been 2 weeks since his argument with Roosevelt, and though he did keep his promise to aid the Allies, it did make him upset that he couldn't declare himself their ally. Not being able to help them physically made him feel like a colony again, useless, powerless. The phone ran. He stopped his marching and stood there staring at it, as if his doom awaited if he answered. He slowly walked towards it, taking caution. Ring. Ring. It's as if every ring made him less secure. What if someone got hurt?
Ring. What if the country was under attack? Ring . What if ...? Ring . What if...? Ring. After a moment of ringing, he finally got the courage to answer.
"H-Hello ?"
"Amerique..." said the rather worried voice.
"F-France?" asked America, it had been quite some while since he herd his voice.
"I call to see if you can reconsider" he paused and inhaled deeply before resuming, " We are having quite a bothersome time fighting off Germany..."
"Look dude, I've tried talking with my boss, but he thinks it's way too risky, he keeps telling me you guys should deal with your own crap-"
"England's gone missing" Alfred's eyed widened as worry filled his face, his hands started trembling and he wasn't sure if he could handle even holding the phone any longer...
"You're bullshitting me right?" He said jokingly but tears were already flowing down his cheeks, he was trembling. France remained silent before answering.
" I'm afraid not, he's gone missing since Germany bombarded all of London, this wasn't even recent." Alfred's expression fell, his heart started racing ,tears now falling out more harshly. He began to sob, trying his best to supress his cries." Alfred... Calm down... I thought you're boss had already informed you? Hello?" The phone hung from the wire , leaving France unattended.
'That bastard!' thought Alfred, as he made his way to his bosses' office.
to be continued...
Author's note: Felt like Alfred was being a little bi-polar ... what did you guys think ? wow !this was actually more than i expected to write O.o i hope you guys liked the chapter ! i kinda just didnt know where to go with this chapater and made it along the way. I mean , i know how i want the story to work out but not sure where the stuff in the middle is suppose to be. Does that make sense? *shot * well anyways since its more im not sure if theres mistakes please over look them or correct them for me .tell me what you guys think :D nothing inspires me more to write than more comments :D
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P.S. if you guys wanna make it more dramatice listenen to " you know youre right " from NIRVANA while reading france's and americas phone conversation.
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