I am not a fan of this chapter. It just didn't come out the way I wanted it to.
Before we start, I just quickly want to explain where they are in more detail. They're in an old part of New York City, that slowly started to crumble. And so, people started to build around it and it was soon forgotten. It's a moderately large area on the outskirts of town, where no one respectable would be caught dead going to, since it's a haven for criminals and rebellers. Now that that's settled, let's start the chapter!
"What?" Lovino exclaimed, coming through the narrow passage.
"It's not 'A city inside a city', you idiot." Berkley sighed, coming behind Lovino. "It looks like just a forgotten part of the city."
"Well, that's what I meant!" Alfred replied.
"Sure it was." Berkley rolled his eyes.
"What're you doing here?" Alfred turned to see a young boy staring at them.
He smiled. "Hi! What is this place?"
"This is where criminals and rebellers came to escape the law!" The boy exclaimed, then puffed his chest out proudly. "I'm here 'cause I kicked a Brit in the balls!"
Berkley and Lovino both snorted while Jack started laughing hysterically. "Oh, really?" Alfred replied while holding in his own laughter.
"Yep!" He beamed, then narrowed his eyes. "You aren't soldiers, are you?"
"Of course not!" Alfred exclaimed indignantly.
The boy stared at him for a moment. "Prove it."
"How are we supposed to do that?" Lovino asked.
Alfred leaned down to his eye level, and put his hand over his heart. "I forever strive against Great Britain, and will work to bring liberty and justice to all." He said, very seriously.
The boy grinned. "Awesome! I'm Danny, by the way!"
"Hi, Danny!" Alfred grinned, then an idea came to him. "Hey, would a man going by Washington live near here?"
"Um, yes, actually. Follow me!" Alfred cast an excited glance to the other three, and ran after Danny.
Danny stopped in front of one of the more broken-down buildings, and peeked his head in and asked if anyone was home. He walked back over to Alfred and nodded. "He says you can come in."
Alfred hesitantly walked in, slightly worried. Was it really going to be this easy to find him?
Inside, the building only had one room, with a battered bed pushed to the side. The walls were empty, with a nail or two sticking out of the wall where decorations used to be.
An old desk in the middle of the room was stacked up with all sorts of papers, and behind those papers were...
"Mr. Washington!" He exclaimed. George Washington stood up. "Alfred? I thought you were..."
Alfred rushed over and hugged the old man. "I though it would take months, years! To find you! But you're right here! I'm so glad you're alright!"
"I'm alright? What about you? How are you? I'm sure England would have killed you!"
"Well, I'm still alive!" Alfred laughed, then turned serious. "What's all of this?"
"Wait a second." Berkley remarked. "Pardon me, sir, but you too?"
"What?"
He turned away from the almost-president, and to Alfred. "I've humored your transparent lies for this long, but this is it. I need to know the truth!"
Washington turned to Alfred as well, with a surprised look on his face. "You've been traveling with humans, and you haven't told them what you are?"
"Erm..."
"What you are?" Jack asked, confused.
"It's nothing, don't worry about it!"
"Oh, I'll tell them!" Lovino exclaimed. "Alfred's the personification of your country."
"What? Don't play games with me, kid."
"Seriously, look at him and tell me he isn't New England."
"I prefer the United States, thank you!"
"I know. "
"Shouldn't we save this for later?" Jack suddenly suggested. Alfred looked at him, and nodded.
"Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry. So!"
"Yes?"
"We need to catch up!" He turned to Washington. "What's been going on over here?"
"Oh, there's been quite a bit going on!" He replied. "But, it isn't really safe for children's ears. Would they like to go explore the area?"
"But, I'm older than Alfred is!" Lovino exclaimed.
Jack lit up. "Could we, really?"
Washington smiled. "You can go wherever you want, as long as you stay within sight of the house."
"Ok!" Jack dragged a protesting Lovino out of the house.
"What did he... I think I need some air." Berkley sighed. "You, I mean, countries, gaah!" He walked out.
"Darn it!" Britain exclaimed, ramming his hand into the table before resuming his pacing. "I was so close, and... It's all that brat's fault! If he hadn't shot me... Why did he even have a gun? I thought I had forbidden both him and you to be armed. You must have let him have one anyway! And so, it's your fault!"
He stopped pacing to look at Antonio. Antonio looked very worse for wear, with a black eye, and several cuts and bruises on his face and body. He glared at Britain, not saying a word.
"I should just kill you know." He growled. "I should just kill all of you!"
"Sir." Britain whipped around, to see one of his soldiers standing in the doorway.
"Yes, what is it?"
Your son is here, as requested." Matthew walked in to see a fuming Britain.
"What;s wrong?" He asked.
"I had your brother in my grasp, that's what's wrong!:" He yelled. "But that little midget somehow had a gun, and shot me in the shoulder."
"Don't you dare call Lovino..."
"Shut up, you Spanish hillbilly." He spat.
"Father, I think you're overreacting."
"Overreacting? I could have finished this whole disaster right then and there!"
"Yes, but..."
"No buts!" Britain replied, then sighed, massaging his forehead.. "I'm exhausted. I'm going to take a nap. Watch him."
"Yes, sir."
Britain stalked upstairs, and Matthew heard his bedroom door slam. He rushed over to Antonio.
"Are you alright? Was he alright? Was he alone? What's the plan?" He whispered, sitting down beside him.
"Calm down, Matthew!" He replied. "Alfred's fine, he got out safely, obviously, and he's with two humans and Lovino."
"Two humans? Why? And Lovino? They've never gotten along well together, you know that."
"I know, but it wouldn't be safe for mi tomate here." Matthew nodded in agreement. "And the humans, well, I don't know why they're with him, but they seem intelligent.
"Well, that's good."
"He said that he was going to find that man, George Washington. He said that he would most likely have a plan."
"Yes, he would. That's excellent, thank you. Very good to hear. Is there anything I can get for you?"
"Nothing that wouldn't get you in trouble with him."
Matthew looked down. "are you sure?"
"Si! I am España, don't worry about me!"
Matthew bit his lip. "I'm sorry for all the trouble we've caused you."
"It's nothing." Antonio leaned back and sighed. "Britain was already becoming a threat before the revolution. This would have happened eventually. Right now, I couldn't care less what happens to me, as long as he's irritated."
Matthew smiled. "Well, helping Alfred certainly got him irritated at you."
Antonio smiled, then turned serious. "But, if Alfred blows this chance, or if Lovi gets injured in his care, I'll never side with him again." He muttered.
Matthew frowned. "I understand what you're feeling, but don't you trust Alfred? He nearly beat Britain in the first war, after all."
"To be completely honest, no. He's too young, and there's too much to be lost if he messes this up. But right now, he's our... no, not just our only hope. He's the whole of the world's only hope. If he fails, Britain will most certainly take over the world."
I'm sorry, this isn't my best chapter.
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