Damn, i had such a fun time writing this XD
Well, i also managed to sleep 2 hours later than i usually does, just to finish this. So please enjoy yourself while reading this!
"So, where do we go now?" Romania asked as Japan dragged him out of France's house after the interview.
"I'm afraid that I'm not sure either…" Japan had a troubled look on his face.
"Hmm… Whatever." Romania threw his hands in the air and grumbled, "I don't even know why you come to France in the first place. If you really want to help America that much, why don't we just go straight to England?"
"…if it is possible, I would like to keep this whole incident a secret from England san." Japan decided that he would rather have America get stuck in the spell for a little longer than to face a freaking mad England…
"-Sigh- You know, I will never understand your thinking. But since I am free, I will help." Romania grinned as Japan gave Romania a grateful smile in return.
"Thank you very much Romania kun, your support is much needed." Japan bowed sincerely, "I wanted to talk to France kun to confirm my thoughts on the effects of the spell."
"So what's the result?"
"France kun's statements supported my guess, but it would be a great help if we could confirm with America san…" Japan sighed, if only they could call America again, just once!
"Well, it won't hurt to try again-"
Romania's sentence was interrupted by a familiar tune, coming from Japan's phone!
"….Or, he could call us. Hurry up then, pick it up!" Romano urged as Japan fumbled in his pocket to get the phone.
"Good afternoon, this is Japan speaking." Japan held the phone close to his ear and started with a very formal greeting, as usual.
"Yo Japan! How's your situation over there?" America's loud and energetic voice boomed from the speaker as Japan immediately pulled the phone as far from his ear as possible. Last time he checked, he still wanted his ears to work.
Romania sighed, at least now they could be sure that America was still alive and in one piece. But he could not help but have the urge to cast a spell on America to torture him a bit for all the troubles he created, and then teach him how to speak using a moderate volume.
"America san, it is good to know that you are safe and sound." Japan heaved a sigh of relief, "We are currently trying to find a way to have you back here safely. But I may need help from you in order to make any progress."
"Huh? Well the hero will never turn down any requests, so ask away! I will do my best to help!" America sounded very happy for some reason.
"Japan, give me that for a moment, I have some questions to ask him." Romania said as he snatched the phone away from Japan without notice. "Alright America, let's see how good you are at stating the obvious. Where are you? Who are you with? How is the general situation there?" Romania blurted out in one breath as he motioned to Japan to get a pen and paper.
"Woa! Dude! Chill! One at a time!" America exclaimed, and after a slight pause, continued. "I am at England's house right now, so is the little me!"
"… Little me?" Romania felt his eye twitched.
"Yeah, I don't know what is going on, but this is probably one of England's movies where people travel back in time or something. I will just stay here as the main actor for a while." Over at America's side, he was in the living room while England played with the little him in the garden. Since he was finally alone, he figured he would call Japan and figure some things out. For some reason, he heard something snap at Romania's end of the line.
"Are you seriously an idiot or are you just way too caught up in your own world?" Romania could feel his blood pressure rising. How the hell could England communicate with this guy without bursting a blood vessel or something? "America, listen. You are not in a movie production. You have really travelled through time. That England and smaller you are both real." Romania took a deep breath and composed himself, before shouting at the top of his voice, "AND YOU BETTER NOT MESS ANYTHING UP OR THE PRESENT WILL BE SCREWED."
Japan could not do anything but smile helplessly; guess practicing black magic was not the only similarity between Romania and England… Maybe he should take over before Romania loses it. Yea, that would guarantee more progress.
"Romania san, please do take a break and let me handle this." Japan suggested as Romania unwilling handed Japan the phone. "Hello America kun, now that Romania san had already told you the main point, let's have an exchange of information. I will tell you our progress here, and please do tell us what happened after you first boarded England san's ship."
After that was even more talking as the two each reported on the recent happenings. Meanwhile, Romania was sulking at a corner, wondering how Japan could communicate with America, and manages to keep his cool.
"Hmm. I see. Thank you America san, the information you provided has answered many of my questions and confirmed my hypothesis. " Japan thanked through the phone.
"Ahaha! You are welcome Japan! The hero is always happy to help! …But do remind me how I have helped…?" America asked with a sheepish look on his face as he heard a thud from Japan's end of the line.
…Romania almost fell down when he heard America's response. Instead, he flipped a table.
"It is alright America san." Japan wiped a drop of sweat off his forehead with his handkerchief before continuing, "America san, may we please ask you to play along with whatever England san from that time is up to and not interfere with his interactions between the you from that time?"
"Eh? But that is so boring!" America whined, "I want to come back and play my computer games!"
"Please do wait a little longer, we will try our best to get you back here. Meanwhile, please… have fun with England san from that time?" Japan ran out of ideas, but he had to stop America from rewriting history somehow…
"Aww, fine. I guess I can make do with it for a little while." For some reason, America sounded rather excited to Japan… Maybe he thinks too much. "Ah! They are back! I will have to call you back next time. See ya Japan! Hero out!" America hung up just like that…
Japan stared at the black phone screen speechlessly while Romania sighed; the both of them were somehow overwhelmed by pities for England. How did he manage to survive living with America in the past?
"So what do we do now?" Romania finally asked, breaking the silence.
"…" Japan stared at the ground blankly as he processed his thoughts.
"Japan? Hey! Stop spacing out!" Romania waved at Japan to get his attention.
"A-Ah, I apologize for losing focus." Japan bowed, "I was doing some thinking, and I may have something figured out."
"What would that be?"
"Before I could tell you the confirmed answer, I may need you to answer some questions." Japan held England's spell book to eye level, the same book he's been holding to since he arrived at England's house. "Must there be certain qualities one must possess in order to actually work the spells in this book?"
"Well… You have to at least have some basic magic skills… Why did you ask?" Romania did not have a clue to where this was leading to.
"… America san has no knowledge of magic at all." Japan finally replied as Romania's eyes turned as big as ping pong balls.
Just how in the world… Was America able to use the spells then?
"Alfwad, hug!" America ran towards Alfred with his tiny arms opened, wrapping them around Alfred's legs.
"Alright!" Alfred smiled as he but America on his lap, "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Um! England was really nice and fun to be with!" America gave Alfred a bright smile as he described the games they played.
"America, you are all dirty from playing. Alfred, do you mind giving America a bath?" England asked as he entered the living room. "I still have some unfinished business to settle." Like kicking a certain bearded frog's butt.
"Aww! Dude! Not cool! Take care of him yourself!" Alfred complained.
"You are a part of the crew, you are supposed to help the captain when in need." England rolled his eyes at Alfred, "America, be good while I am gone alright? I will be back by tomorrow to cook breakfast for you." England gave America a loving peck on the cheek before walking out of the house, leaving a happily waving America, and a madly blushing Alfred.
England just kissed him! He just freaking kissed him! Well… Ethnically, England kissed the younger him, but it was still him! … Damn it why the hell was he blushing? It was just a normal kiss from a parent to the child, no? There was absolutely nothing wrong! Even the tinier him was fine with it! But he just could not help but have the metal image of England kissing him… Ahh! This was too complicated for words!
"Alfwad, is anything wrong?" America noticed Alfred's unnatural face colour and asked worriedly, "You cheeks are redder than apples!" Placing his hands on Alfred's cheeks, America stuck his forehead to Alfred's, "Umm… You are not having a fever though…"
"Eh? Ah! I am fine! Hahaha…" Alfred quickly snapped out of it and tried to cover his lame expression with his laughs.
"Umm, really?" America tilted his head cutely.
"Ye-yeah! Let's go get you cleaned up and go to sleep! Kids need to sleep early!" Alfred exclaimed as he stood up from the sofa.
"Alright!" America smiled warmly.
"… Alfwad, I can't sleep…" America muttered after tossing and turning for 5 minutes.
"-sigh- me neither." What now? The tinier him has to get enough sleep in order to grow properly… Speaking of which, he remembered how England would tell him stories of fairies when he could not sleep in the past… Guess he could try that. After all, it worked pretty well. But as far as Alfred could recall, he was unable to remember any of those stories that England told him, at all…
"Hmm… I know! America! Let's read a book instead!" Alfred jumped out of bed and reached for his jacket on the floor nearby, fishing a new horror story collection from one of the jacket's waterproof pockets, and happily hopped back on the bed.
"Uwaa, it looks very interesting!" America gasped upon seeing the cover of the book, "But I am not good with scary things…"
"Nah! It is not scary at all!" Alfred assured, "Besides! You have me!" Alfred patted his own chest confidently as America hesitantly nodded.
"Alright then! Let's start!" With that, Alfred and America happily started reading…
"Tch, that frog escaped again…" England growled as he came to the front door of his house, still his captain uniform, "If only his fighting skills were half as good as his escaping skills." Gently closing the door behind him, England figured from the dark house that both of them were asleep.
Top toeing to his room, England took a quick shower to wash the salty sea water off his hair and changed into his comfortable home clothes. Wiping his hair with the towel, he was walking to the kitchen to get some food when be passed by America's bed room and heard some strange sounds.
"... Shouldn't they be asleep by now?" Stopping in front of the door, England pondered for a while, and decided to check if they were alright.
But, the minute his hand gripped the door knob, it turned by itself. As the door swung opened and England quickly letting go, two shadows charged at him and pushed him down on the wood flooring with a thud.
"What the bloody…" England lifted his head to look at what pounced on him and was surprised, no, stunned to see both Alfred and America on top of him, both crying…
"America! Alfred! What is wrong? Did the enemy attack?" Shocked and worried, England sat up and asked, his tone full of worries.
"England! You are finally back!" Alfred cried and out of habit, hugged England tightly, followed by America, who did the same thing, "Waaa! England! We were so scared! The monster was going to get us!" America wailed.
"… The monster?" England was totally speechless, he did not know what was weirder, the fact that a crew of his who he just met yesterday was now crying like a 5 year old while hanging onto him as if he was his mum, or the fact that both of them were freaked out, because of a so called monster.
But the answer hit him when he saw a half opened book on the bedroom floor, with its covers facing up. Horror stories huh…?
"-Sigh- Alright alright." England patted both America and Alfred on the back to try and calm them down, "I am here now. The monster won't be able to hurt the both of you now, alright?" England asked and as the wailing became quite sobbing, smiled.
"That aside, Alfred." England suddenly called, and with that, reminded Alfred of what he was doing…
Alfred immediately shot up like a spring and sat in this really awkward position with his face blushing like crazy. Oh shit, what would England think of him now? To England, he would just be a weird crew member who was probably a pervert or crazy person who hugged him out of the blues. "Y-ye captain?"
"… Just how is it that you can so scared of some ridiculous horror story?" England secretly grinned; this person's reaction just now was just too funny.
"What? I was not scared! I just-"
"You were crying like America. He is only a child, but you are-"
"I am still a teenager!" Alfred protested as America giggled.
"See, even America agrees with me." England laughed and gently pinched America's cheeks lovingly.
…Alfred blushed again.
"Either way, it is late now. The both of you should sleep." England said as he stood up with America in his arms.
"B-but the monster is still inside…" America pointed to his dark room and stuttered. Alfred was… Not looking very well either.
England sighed once again. He swear, fighting with other pirate ships were easier than this. Alfred was not exactly being helpful either. Guess he did not have that much of a choice.
"Alright, I will sleep with you tonight." England said and looked at Alfred, "Alfred, you sleep on the left, and I will sleep on the right."
"Wh-what?" SLEEPING WITH ENGLAND?
"Now that you will be between us, the monster can't get you, alright?" England asked as America finally had a satisfied smile on his face.
"Good let's sleep. I am exhausted." Ignoring Alfred's expression and upcoming complains, England dragged him by the collar and entered America's room.
When England and America were already on the bed and ready to sleep, Alfred was still struggling. He can't sleep with England! He will get a heart attack on something! He definitely will! Bu- but… The house was so big and dark and that monster just may be anywhere and…
"Alfred, hurry up, I am offing the light." England warned as Alfred jumped a little.
"Co-coming!" Deciding that he would rather sleep with England than risk getting eaten by a monster, Alfred rushed up the bed and settled beside America, his back facing England.
"England, could you tell me story?" America asked after a while of silence.
"Huh? Let me guess, you still have that horror story stuck in your head?" England was trying hard not to chuckle, but damn it the kid was so cute!
"U-um…" America nodded slowly.
"Alright. Once, in this beautiful garden, lived a house of flower fairies…" England gave in and started telling a story that actually helped with getting America to sleep.
On the other side of the bed, Alfred could not help but remember how much England' voice has comforted him so many times, since he was young, till now...
Please tell me i got you to go 'awww' at least once while you read this chapter.
I tried really really hard!
Sorry for the late update though, i was having writer's block, then realized that i was just low on sugar.
So this chapter was born after 4 cans of coke :D
Thanks for reading, and please stay for more~ 3
