Chapter 5 and 1/2: The story
AN: This may be crap and the story might not make sense for now but I assure you that it will (maybe) by the end of it ... this chapter being kind of a preview to the end of the story. Anyway, for those wondering, Alice and Arthur are linked but you'll have to figure out how. Thanks again for all the kind reviews and I hope I won't disapoint you guys!
Arthur tapped his fingers against his desk, staring inquisitively at the group of nations in his office. His emerald green eyes were as cold and calculating as ever, not showing any of his thoughts. Stern expression, the only thing that showed England's disbelieving surprise was the lifted thick eyebrow.
"Let me get this straight." The blond Englishman finally spoke, breaking the tensed silence. He poured himself a glass of whisky from the bottle he kept in his desk draw.
"You organised a last minute meeting on America's whim. And because I didn't answer back, you assumed I was in danger and went looking for me, despite knowing that I was on holiday. You illegally tried to track my phone, went to bother my Prime Minister and my Queen, you broke into all of my and my siblings' houses and my office, and finally you blackmailed Leon and Victoria into guiding you to our Union house …"
"Yo! Dude, that's not true! We didn't blackmail them, they both agreed to help and then they changed their minds!"
"Aiya! If anything, they were the ones blackmailing us!"
"Si! You should educate that son of yours better!"
"Excuse me, aru? Your daughter is the one who kept influencing Hong!"
"Ve … let's not fight …"
"Kesese, no, let's!"
"Oh la la … not again."
"My daughter wasn't the one with videos of you getting blowjobed by Korea!" Spain smirked victoriously.
"Well, my son didn't take pictures of you in a maid's outfit after getting out-played by Portugal in a bet!" China replied darkly.
"Well, my daughter is not a pyromaniac blackmailer gangster!"
"Yeah, you're right! She's just a barbaric sea witch whore of a pirate!"
"Well at least she does have a sex life unlike your son! Which is surprising coming from a Chinese whore who'll be willing even in his sleep!"
"Just because my son doesn't go around fucking everything with a pulse like your daughter, doesn't mean he is deprived! It's called having standards! But you wouldn't know since your arse is reputed to have made the tour of Europe at least 50 times!"
"My daughter is a respectable lady and her standards are to fuck only the best of men! I bet your son doesn't even fuck women! He's an emotionless, mentally disturbed, cold hearted and sex-deprived bastard!"
"As opposed to your daddy-complexed, alcoholic, violent, prostitute of a daughter with a mouth as foul as Lovino's if not worse! I'm not surprised since you raised both! And you can't even get respected by her!"
"At least Victoria can speak her mind when she needs to! Your son never even shows affection or respect! Can you even get him to talk to you? Oh, I'm sorry, I bet you don't talk! I bet he's too busy blowing up your house with dynamite!"
"It's firecrackers! It's harmless!"
"Doesn't sound harmless in the way you always complain about it!"
"Because you never complained about your daughter? About how she spends more time at your brother's place than yours? What poor parenting! No wonder she turned out a whore!"
"Is it my fault your kid is a calculating cold hearted monster?"
"It definitely is your fault that your daughter is a violent, alcoholic, whore of a pirate!"
"YOUR SON IS A BASTARD WHO DOESN'T EVEN SPEAK YOUR LANGUAGE!"
"AS OPPOSED TO YOUR DAUGHTER WHO CONSTANTLY REFUSES TO JOIN YOUR NATION? FEELING INSECURE, SPANIARD?"
"INSECURE? WOULDN'T THAT BE YOU? SCARED OF LOSING YOUR SON TO ARTURO IF YOU GAVE HIM INDEPENDENCE?"
"YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A CHANCE OF GETTING YOUR DAUGHTER BACK SINCE SHE'S ALL EYES FOR ARTHUR ANYWAY! JEALOUS OF YOUR OWN DAUGHTER, PIRATE?"
"I AM NO PIRATE!"
"YOUR DAUGHTER IS!"
"WELL, YOUR SON IS A PYROMANIAC GANGSTER!"
"BETTER BE THAT THAN THE WHORE OF EUROPE!"
"WHY? BEING THE WHORE OF ASIA SUITS YOUR BASTARD BETTER?"
"DON'T YOU DARE …!"
"SI? WHAT WILL YOU DO?"
"I'll bloody murder both of you fuckers, rip off your balls and feed them to you before cutting you to tiny pieces, feed you to Wales' dragon and then drag you back from hell to do it all over again if I hear another ill spoken word about my children. Do I make myself clear?"
China and Spain froze at the eerie cold voice of the furious blond. Arthur hadn't raised his voice but the fire in his emeralds was enough of a threat. Every nation took an instinctive step back while the Englishman poured himself another whisky. He noticed his bottle was nearly empty. He'll have to ask Al to bring him some more next time.
"As I was saying …" Arthur took a sip before continuing.
…
"And that's when I found you asleep in my flat. Is that all?"
They nodded. Arthur sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Do you really expect me to believe this? This is even worse than Alfred's poor excuse of an alien abduction. A girl in a castle playing games? Really? If there was such a thing in my land, don't you think I would know about it? What I think is that you guys had way too much to drink. I can smell the alcohol anyway."
"Ve! But the girl gave us stuff to drink too! So that's why …"
"Right I forgot! Magic potions to make you shrink and cupcakes to make you grow! Of course! Have you all been reading Alice in Wonderland? Next you're going to tell me that you fell through a rabbit hole!"
"But Arthur …"
"Enough! First off, you people don't believe in magic so why are you all suddenly trying to convince me of a tale that even I think is utterly ridiculous?! And you blame me for having crazy hallucinations?"
"But Angleterre … there really was a …"
"Yes, yes! And her name was Alice and she drank tea with the Mad hatter, the Red Queen and the White Queen! Of course!"
"… Actually, dude, she did!"
"Get out." Arthur growled, dismissing them with a wave of his hand.
Slowly, one after the other, all of the nations left the room. Arthur's cold expression changed to a teasing smirk as he brushed a hand in his recently cut hair. He cleared his paperwork away and glanced out his window, glass of whisky in hand.
"Guess that could have gone worse." He nodded to himself with a satisfied grin.
In a year's time, nobody will remember. It will all just be like a hazy dream, a distant memory, a story soon to be turned into a legend as far from the truth as it can get.
And just like any story, given enough time, it will be forgotten. All gone.
Alice smiled, glass of whisky in hand, green eyes trailing out the window. Only she would remember. And that's the way things should be. Smile turned into a smirk, she turned back to her chess board and picked up her king in all the nicely arranged white pieces.
The phone rang …
"Hello?"
"Oi, did something happen while I was gone?" Al's voice sounded worried. She couldn't blame him. What had happened was not something that should have happened. And she had played a very dangerous game in allowing the other nations to see her. A much more dangerous game than they could ever imagine.
"That, dear brother, I cannot tell. Secret."
"What? What are you talking about?! Is everything alright?"
"I don't know. I haven't gotten a chance to see the after-effects."
She hung up on her brother, and moved a black queen in the spot where the white king previously stood. One black piece in a board of white.
"The game is still on."
