I. AM. SIXTEEN.
It's weird. But I turned sixteen this morning and am proud to say my first few moments of being sixteen was for writing this fanfic. I wrote most of this last night, during the Super Bowl. If you're wondering why it's because football and I have never gotten along well, and last year we had a falling out of sorts. The Super Bowl was on my birthday and I was dragged to a Super Bowl party. It was not fun. But I like my birthday anyways because two years ago it was National Eat Ice Cream for Breakfast Day. That was fun XD Anyways, enjoy – even though this is a really crappy chapter.
Reviews for:
Chapter one:
KiGaMi: Thanks! The first chapter is my currently my favorite, so it's great to see that it's still being read.
Chapter three:
La: Hmm? Win? Are you picking up on my foreshadowing? Well we will just have to wait and see, kaye?
Phamenia: Thanks for the help, I think I've spotted some of them and will try to fix them. Glad you enjoy it so far!
LiveAndLetTwi: I love Maeve. She lives life to the fullest, but is not just some useless slacker (that would be me). Anyways, hope you enjoy the next chapter.
Mochirisu: Wow! Us Americans love to make fun of ourselves too! I'm glad I could make you laugh, without the los of tea of course, I hear it's good for a person. If Alfred's brain is anything like mine it's a very scary place. That's all I can say.
PsuedoDragon: Don't worry, I was way to distracted by the Russia mochi's to notice any similarities to France, I have no idea how you did the eyes for the second one btw. I definitely want to include more of England's relatives, even the ones we can't quite remember…
Yuri n' Chuka: Zombies have invaded my brain. We spazzes will unite against them though, and we will fill the world with crack at their defeat. Alas our brain will never be the same…
Cacow: Thank you. They appreciate the compliment. I have trouble understanding when people like my accent too. I just don't hear it. But I am told its there. I'm also told that I talk in my own original accent too. Last family reunion all my uncles ganged up on me about it. I blame watching to many videos with only English subtitles.
Everyone: Enjoy! No, its not the challenge, your gonna have to wait a bit for that one ;D
Chapter 4: Beach Breath
"Iggy I wanna drive!" Alfred shouted, upon seeing Arthur enter the driver's side of the car. He would've looked cute when he pouted, except he was a grown man, and an aggravating one, to boot.
"Wanker, what would give you the idea that I would ever let you drive, especially when you're not in your own country? You'll just end up driving on the wrong side of the road again."
"Hey, that happened one time, okay? And I only hit a couple of people, but nothing serious happened…"Alfred frowned as he thought about what he had just said. "Anyways…I know where we are going and you don't, so you can't drive there, and I win!" Alfred smiled in triumph as soon as he finished speaking and waited expectantly.
(The author doesn't want to write)
Arthur was in the car with Alfred, having given in after a few minutes of arguing and was now staring at the countryside that flew by. Alfred had said it was only a half hour drive, but Arthur had no idea where he was going, which irked him. Actually now that he thought about it, the word 'irk' was rather irking as well. And that thought wasn't helping with all of his irksome troubles so Arthur decided to stop thinking about them and started trying to solve them. So Arthur decided to face them head on with the conversational approach. "Git. Tell me where the hell we are going." He saw America roll his eyes at the comment.
"England," Arthur looked up in surprise at the formal tone, "I am trying to take you on a nice trip to a nice place and to do something nice – but if you could just accept that it would be a lot less aggravating." Did Alfred just say he was aggravating? The hell? He was aggravating him? England was about to open his mouth and argue, but realized that might just prove Alfred's point, which was definitely not okay. "It's okay," Alfred said and ruffled his hair, "Plus, we're here!" They had pulled up to a quiet beach. It was around four o'clock by now, so the area was pleasantly warm, and the sun had begun its descent in the sky. Overall it had a peaceful aura that someone like England could appreciate.
"Iggy! Come on! I wanna build a sandcastle!" Alfred sprinted ahead, but not so far that Arthur felt like he had left him their. Great Britain smiled and found himself chuckling at the fact that Alfred still had his childlike wonder, even as an adult. Following him, Arthur took his shoes off, fully prepared to squish his toes in the warm sand. Alfred had a bucket and shovel that had come from nowhere that England could see, as well as the one that he tossed towards England.
So England began building, but for the most part just watched Alfred. America attacked the thing in a frenzy of creative work. While sitting there, Arthur found that they weren't the only people there. Off a few yards he saw a group of some of the other countries, thankfully none of the incredibly irritating ones. Hungary and Japan were both relaxing on some towels next to a sleeping Greece, while Finland and Sweden played with their dog out in the shallow water. Austria was off by himself in the shade of the trees; eating some fruit (ran out of partially sane characters).
When England looked back at his companion, he saw America in his completed castle. The thing was huge! Built in a gothic fort like style, it looked prepared for defense. Where flags would've usually flown, sand-hamburgers were sculpted instead. "All right, good work! We are prepared if the enemy attacks. Now can we go swimming?" Alfred said with a pleading look. Arthur looked at the childish man before him and wondered if he suffered from a personality disorder. At the summit meetings Alfred was bossy and wouldn't shut up about his stupid ideas. In the car he had sounded almost mature, and now he sounded like he almost used the world 'please.'
"America, I don't have any swim trunks"
"Here, I brought an extra pair, seeing how you didn't know where we were going. The bathrooms are over there if you want to change" England grabbed the shorts tossed in his direction and went to change. When he walked into the bathroom he was grabbed from behind.
"Ohhonhon" Incredibly recognizable laughter sent chills up England's spine.
"France what the hell do you think you are doing. Let me go." England tried to squirm from the incredibly uncomfortable hold on him.
"Ah, but mon cher, if I did that you would not let me talk to you." By the sound of his voice England could tell France was already wearing that really creepy smile that on a good day might scare Russia – if Belarus was there too. "Angleterre, it has come to my attention that a certain someone is with you today. And that the reason for this is the lack of those magnificent caterpillars you once had."
"I don't know why you're here, but I don't really care Frog, so just go away, and leave off my eyebrows while you're at it. I had them done, now get over it." Arthur was finally able to get out of France's grip
"I'm here for l'amour of course, and that is my point! Now that you've had your eyebrows done, it is so much easier to imagine you being done Angleterr-" Arthur knocked Francis into the wall, which his head promptly bounced off of. France snored, obviously not waking up any time soon. Then in walked Finland.
"Finland great timing. Would you do me a favour and make sure that Francis is shipped off to the Gobi Desert? He was meaning to go right now, but he fell asleep." Finland smile and picked up the sleeping Frenchmen.
"Sure. No problem, but do you mind if I send someone else? I don't want to leave Sweden here to take care of Hanatamago by himself, it wouldn't be polite."
"That's fine of course, so long as he gets there immediately." Finland nodded, and left with France. After that, England changed into his swim trunks and left the bathroom.
When he got outside Arthur found America already in the water, somehow managing to have fun by trying to run through the incoming waves. England went outside and began walking towards the water. When he was right at the edge, Alfred noticed that he was out, and began swimming towards the shore. That's when England realized bothered to wonder what was France doing here? Did he really mean to tell me something? Impossible to tell when he is being serious or creepy – though he is ALWAYS seriously creepy. That, and what was he saying about Alfred. Does it have something to do with how America has been acting? I mean, today America seemed to put some effort in what we were doing. Is he trying- Then suddenly a mass of white flew directly at England's head. England felt himself fall and everything go black.
America watched England fall. Hanatamago had jumped to catch a rather far throw of a Frisbee and had used England's head to help him get airborne. As England fell into the water America was already halfway back to shore. God, Iggy's not getting up! Come on swim faster America! Finally he reached Arthur, who was floating slightly in the water. Picking him up, America carried him up the shore, laying him on his back in the sand. Checking his heartbeat, thankfully it was there, America checked his breathing. Shit! The nation wasn't breathing. Alfred pointed at Austria "I know CPR, so you go call for help." Then tilting Arthur's head back Alfred placed his mouth on his and gave him two short breaths, then turned and interlaced his fingers, pumping England's chest five times. America did this twice more before England started coughing. Alfred helped him onto his side, letting him spit up the water. Then, gently, Alfred helped Arthur sit up. For the most part, Arthur knew he was fine. He was light headed and had a horrible pain in his chest, but it was nothing compared to past wounds. He couldn't count on all of his fingers and toes the number of times he had been stabbed or shot. Unfortunately, his pride probably underwent the biggest damage. Seeing the dog near him, and everyone's worried look, it didn't take long to understand what had happened. England saw a car drive up, it being the help he vaguely remembered hearing Alfred send for. He gave a shaky smile.
"England I'm really sorry! The Frisbee was thrown too hard, and Hanatamago ran after it." Finland exclaimed.
"No, its fine. I'm alright." England stood up with Finland's help and headed towards the new car. It had parked right next to Alfred's, and Finland let go of Arthur as he leaned against it. The doctor they had brought with them checked him out as England dried off with a towel.
"England, one more thing. I just heard that France safely made it to the Gobi." Finland told him, a smile that could almost be called mischievous, had it come from anyone else.
"Glad to hear it, and thank you Finland." At that moment England heard his phone go off from in Alfred's car. Opening the door, and picking it up, England recognized the call number as France's. "How is your trip going, wanker?"
"Angleterre, your accent would be second only to my own, if your mouth did not run away with it." France crooned, "The Gobi is wonderful, soon a beautiful bronze glow will grace my features as my glowing locks grow blonder." Praising himself was an obvious, overused talent for him. One that always ticked England off.
"Your also losing brain cells, now what do you want?"
"Well it has come to my attention that you just got a kiss from L'Amérique. I simply knew those knew brows would take you somewhere!"
"What the hell-how did you, I mean-WANKER WE DID NOT! I wasn't breathing and he gave me CPR!" What was the wine bastard going on about? Him and Alfred were not, would not, do anything of the sort! What caused people to assume that he was with Alfred? Surely not his eyebrows.
"But, you enjoyed it, non?" In a fit of rage, England felt himself collapse for a second time that day.
So yeah- I don't really like it, but please tell me your opinion. I was inspired by my health class earlier this (technically last) year, and was going to put it in a one-shot until realized I needed something for this. Did you know that they're getting rid of the breaths in CPR this year? It's because people don't like breathing into others mouths. Why would they do that? It's like they want to ruin the classics like Sandlot and oh so many fanfic's dreams! Mouth-to-mouth has inspired so much in entertainment! And now they are throwing it all away because too many people get squeamish. D:
Next update is really, really soon.
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1, Tell me what you thought
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