Chapter 4: Allies and Kidnappers
They left Russia without looking back, other than Aurora. Everyone looked relieved, especially Rosalind. That adventure couldn't end soon enough for her. Aurora looked back through the rear view window of the small plane and watched as the waiving figure of her father disappeared into the wake of the snowstorm. She smirked and knew that even if they lost the newly founded freedoms and were only states again, her father would fight tooth and nail to get them back. Even that would have its consequences…
Once they arrived back into Alaska, each of the rogue nations nodded and made way back to their countries via plane.
William couldn't get home soon enough. He feared that his mansion would be on fire and United States army and Air Force would be there to greet him, but none of this happened. Everything was just where he put it, his mansion on its lush green lawn, which is now covered in a thin layer of snow, and the glowing city of Albany in the distance.
He sighed when he opened the door and was immediately tackled. As he fell he closed his eyes and thought I am going to die because he didn't want to see himself die, but when he landed with a thud on the cold concrete, he opened his eyes to take a look at his attacker. It was none other than his sister, Jessica, and his older brother, Max.
"What the hell are you two doing in my house? I thought I closed my borders to you two?" William growled through his teeth.
Jessica, who was on top of him snuggled into his neck and muttered, "I just couldn't allow my little brother go on by himself…So we decided to join you!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" William struggled under Jessica's weight, she was thin framed but she was holding him down, "Get the fuck off of me, Jess." When she did, William picked himself up and turned around, "You two should go home. I don't need the two of you joining in this and I can't help feeling that I may lose my life; I can't lose the both of you."
Max smiled and touched his younger brother's shoulder, "Maybe, my friend, you could use spies. You could use us."
"That is out of the question! And I don't need help from you loverboy!" William spat.
"Well, when you do you know where to find me." Max said alluringly as he left the property.
"Assfucker…" William growled under his breath, and he turned to Jessica, "You should go now too. If you stay here for too long, the others would think that you're on my side."
Jessica hugged him tightly, "But I don't wanna…" William's eyes softened and he hugged her back as she cried into his chest.
Once it appeared that she was no longer crying he let go and muttered, "Get out of here. Go home and be safe." Jessica looked into his eyes and nodded. As she left he couldn't help to feel that he'd need them later.
The three remaining Midwesterners sat in Kyle's home as they awaited him to reawaken. Gunther had a massive frown on his face, his brown eyes glowing with rage, and was glaring at Trevor.
"Why did we let her leave? We could have just dragged her back to her seat and we wouldn't be in this conundrum." Gunther growled.
Trevor was taken back, normally he wouldn't speak with Gunther when he is in this mood because Gunter was stronger than he and usually Gunther would start fights between the Midwestern states. "Well, Derek tried to stop her…you know our sister, she is as stubborn as the day is long. Even if we stopped her she'd slip past us and leave." Trevor tried to be reasonable.
"And that little upstart, Roland, why did we let him leave? We stopped Kyle, but look at him now; he has a fever and hasn't reawaken since we left the conference room in DC! We should just take this into our own hands, beat their asses and drag them back into the union!" Gunther boomed completely ignoring Trevor.
Kyle woke up while Gunter was yelling at the top of his lungs. He was disoriented and weak, he had no idea where he was. When his vison cleared he could see that he was in his room in his house in Detroit. The wallpaper was pealed in some places because of the debt problem and he hadn't had the time to replace it. He attempted to leave his squeaky bed and promptly rolled onto the floor.
Trevor heard the thud and rushed upstairs to see it Kyle had fallen out of bed. When he opened the door he found Kyle sprawled out on the floor with one of his arms over his face. Trevor rushed to his older brother's side and removed the arm to look into Kyle's sickly violet eyes.
"Are you okay, Kyle?" Trevor put his arm under Kyle's head and lifted it gently.
Kyle moaned softly, "Where's Ro? I need to warn him about another depression…"
"He left remember?" Trevor said calmly and confused.
"H-h-he left? Why would he-he left because of me." Kyle dropped eye contact with his kinder older brother. He felt like such a failure, he couldn't keep his family together, then he all of the sudden remembered the days before events and felt like a larger failure than ever.
Trevor noticed that Kyle's eyes were becoming distant, he smiled, "We'll get them back; don't you worry! Then you'll be stronger than ever!" He knew that it was a half lie but he didn't need his brother feeling like a piece of shit and he knew that the rogue nations/states would either come back half dead or not at all because of the first civil war. Anyway white lies never hurt no one, right?
"Yeah sure." Kyle sighed, "Rosalind left too, right? Who are we kidding, we are so screwed."
Gunther thundered into the room and saw that Kyle was awake, he had a look in his eye that he felt that he was better than his siblings, "So sleeping beauty is awake, good. Now I have a plan to get them back…"
Rosalind walked back to her house with the sun setting behind her after landing her plane in a plowed field nearby. Once she opened the gate to her property, her Holstein bull was waiting in front of her in a matter of seconds. She hugged the enormous animal, who was attempting to lick her, and walked to her farm house thinking and softly laughing, Who needs a guard dog when you have a bull. The bull attempted to follow her into the house but the doorway was too small for the beast. He snorted and sulked out to the yard.
She walked into the empty, giant kitchen; she was almost expecting her brothers to be sitting in her kitchen asking her what's for dinner. Sighing, she smiled at the bliss of not having any guests when she heard scratching at her door.
She ignored it until she had had enough of the noise and decided to figure out what was making the noise. Opening the blinds, she attempted to look out into the moonless night. She huffed when she could see absolutely nothing and attempted to turn on the storm light. Since the light bulb had apparently burned out she had no choice but to open the door a crack so she could see what was making the horrid scratching sound. As she opened it, she heard her bull screeching and snorting, something that only happened when Gunther was near or in the house. Her eyes went wide and she attempted to shut the door but something had busted the door open and stuck a burlap sack over her head before she could see her attacker. All that she heard was a muffled, "I'm sorry."
Gunther was literally fighting with Rosalind's bull in snow up to his thighs as Trevor dragged a squirming person out of the house. The bull fighting Illini looked back to see if Trevor needed help and the bull took its advantage and ran over Gunther. The bull then made way to attack the person that had blind folded his master. Trevor's eyes went as big as saucers and pushed Rosalind towards the house into a snow bank, as he ran full speed away from the angry bull.
Rosalind tore off the burlap sack and looked in fear that her brothers were attacking her. She whistled for the bull to come to her and he narrowly missed Trevor by inches and came to a snorting rest next to his master.
"What the hell!" Rosalind was trying to hold in her anger but some of it escaped through her voice.
"It was all Gunther's idea!" Trevor shook uncontrollably from the adrenaline leaving his body and the fear of his sister's wrath. He has never seen her this angry before.
Gunther stood up and held his ribcage and a glint of malice entered his eyes, "You and your damn animal…" He tried to take a step closer but winced and Rosalind could see that there was a glint of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth, "This idea was supposed to work! You were supposed to be a good prisoner and be taken back to DC and beg to be re-entered as a state of the union, not have your damn animal attack us!"
"Gunther…it's not worth it…let's go home and-" Trevor started but was cut off by Gunther attempting to run at Rosalind. He had his hand that wasn't clutching his ribcage up and was attempting to punch Rosalind in the face. She expertly dodged the high blow and tripped him. His face smashed into the concrete of her walkway and he didn't get up; Rosalind expected him to get up but when he didn't get up she assumed that he was passed out.
"Take him home, Trevor. Don't try this again, I don't want to hurt you or the others." Rosalind slowly walked up to her house and Trevor could only watch his older sister with respect.
Roland sat down in his home and still wasn't feeling right. He made himself some hot chocolate and sat in front of a fire. He wasn't sure if he was still cold from the adventure in Russia, or if it still was the separation of him and his twin. The cold of his state, or is it now country, this confused him still, didn't really bother him.
His landline phone rung, he wrapped up in his blanket and looked at the caller ID, it was Kyle. He smiled and almost picked up the phone, but thought against it. He slowly walked back to the fire and listened to the voicemail.
"Hey, it's me Kyle…I've been trying to call your cell, but you haven't picked up. I'm worried about you. I know you are listing to this call and I want to know why. I feel like a failure and Gunther and Trevor went to Wisconsin to take back Rosalind." The voicemail echoed his brother's voice and Roland ran up to the phone and once again almost picked up, but his hand stayed on the phone and he was breathing hard. He was afraid that they had captured Rosalind, then the voicemail continued, "They came back a few hours ago and Gunther looks like he got ran over by a train. It's actually funny. Trevor looks like he wants to hide in a corner and cry. It's pitiful of what our family has been reduced to, please come home. I'll try to be a better brother. Okay, bye."
The call ended and Roland felt sick and he knew what was coming and he ran up to his bathroom and emptied the contents of his stomach.
Dustin happily sat in his ranch home watching the stars with his brown Texas longhorn bull. He had a coffee in his hand and was enjoying the warmth of his country. He hated snow and the few times that he had to deal with it. He's just glad that no one had decided to attack him while he wasn't home, but then again they would have gotten the horns of his bull.
His phone then went off and he checked the caller ID, it was Rosalind. He answered it and asked, "You know how late it is here?"
Her voice was a little shaking, he couldn't tell if it was fear or anger, "My idiot brothers decided to fucking attack me. I know my brothers are dumbasses but watch yourself, I don't know if your siblings are that stupid."
"They attacked you? How, in the name of God, did they attack you?" Dustin said confused, he thought that Wisconsin was the safest country next to Alaska.
She went over the details and said, "So just watch yourself. I know I won't be caught with my pants down again. Next time they are getting warning shots."
He chuckled, "Yeah, I'll watch myself…have fun." His mind went straight into the gutter.
"Shut the fuck up, Dustin." She said as she hung up the phone, then he started to laugh loudly.
Aurora couldn't help but to feel that something was very wrong. She sat down on her couch thinking if allying herself and her friends with her father and that her father had a crush on Rosalind. She decided to try the ham radio that Rosalind had given her and tuned up before she left for Wisconsin. The first person she called out to was Rosalind.
She answered quicker than what Aurora could have thought, "Yeah, what is it Aurora?"
"Is everything alright?" Aurora said carefully.
"Oh, just peachy keen. My brothers decided to come by and say hello with a burlap sack." Rosalind was on the verge of punching something.
"They tried to kidnap you?" Aurora couldn't believe her ears, the civil war has already started to her.
"Well yes, but before you get any ideas, they failed and it was Gunther's idea, so I'm not surprised that it failed. My bull is a lifesaver." Rosalind let out a deep breath.
"So he wasn't told by Alfred to kidnap you? You had me on the idea that this was the beginning of the second civil war." Aurora muttered.
"No, I think Derek and his lackeys would have been with the bastard. I can't believe that Trevor was there. I think Gunther made him come because Kyle couldn't." Rosalind groaned as if she was relaxing.
"Okay, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay, have you checked in with Dustin, Will, and Roland?" Aurora asked.
"Just with Dustin, I'll check in with Will and Ro tomorrow. It's too late today." Rosalind said as she voiced out. Aurora sighed looked at the time and decided to go to sleep.