America was shocked awake once more as the alarm clock went off in the other side of the room. Immediately, he sat up, expecting a fire, but he was able to blurrily see that he was just in Alfred's room. He let out a groan and fell back onto the bed. He didn't want to have to go to school again today…
"Al-America," Matthew opened the door. "Wake up."
"No…" America groaned, shoving his face into the pillow. "I don't wanna go to school…"
"No one does," Matthew sighed.
"Just try to get me out of bed," America challenged, looking at Matthew.
"Arthur's taking you to school." With that, Matthew simply walked out of the room and America sat up straight.
"Dammit…" America sighed and got out of bed. The things he would do for that one person. Well, technically now there were two of them… America got ready quickly, just barely winning a race to use the bathroom ahead of Matthew, and then headed downstairs. He saw that there was breakfast laid out on the table, but the parents were nowhere to be found. He figured they had to work early or something…
Picking up a pancake and putting it in his mouth, America felt Alfred's phone ringing in his pocket.
"Yes?" America pulled the pancake out of his mouth before answering.
"I'm outside," Arthur sighed on the other end.
"'Kay, be right out," America smiled and Arthur hung up.
"You get ready more quickly than Alfred," Matthew laughed. "Granted, he stays in the shower for a while just to spite me half the time."
"Well, gotta go," America saluted to him and started towards the door, lugging the obnoxious backpack on his right shoulder.
"Oh, just so you know," Matthew said as America opened the door. "Tonight, there's a school carnival. You and Arthur signed up for the same booth. So, he'll probably take you."
"Sweet, a carnival," America smirked and then headed out the door. He couldn't help but laugh slightly seeing Arthur sitting in a Mini and happily jogged up to it. "What's up?" America smiled upon opening the door.
"Just waiting for your lazy arse," Arthur rolled his eyes.
"I know you love me," America winked.
"You git," Arthur rolled his eyes as he started the car forwards.
"No problem," America stretched.
"That wasn't a thank you," Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Sure it wasn't," America teased.
"You are getting more idiotic by the day," Arthur sighed.
"And you're getting more adorable by the day," America smirked and Arthur's face turned a bright, deep red.
"I'm not adorable, you twat," Arthur tried to snap, but it didn't have much depth to it. America looked forward to when he could actually try something like this with England.
"Whatever you say," America leaned back in his seat.
"You are so bloody annoying sometimes," Arthur shook his head.
"I know," America stretched. "That's what makes me fun to be around."
"Not at all," Arthur scoffed.
"Then why do you stay around me?" America leaned close to Arthur.
"Honestly?" Arthur asked as they pulled into the school parking lot.
"Well, duh," America rolled his eyes.
"Because your idiocy is contagious," Arthur smirked, pulling into a parking spot. Quickly, he left the car, slamming the door.
"Hey," America whined, stepping out with him. "What was that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what I said," Arthur laughed, calmly walking towards the school and locking the car.
"Well, hold on," America sighed and jogged to catch up with him. "What are we doing here so early, anyway?"
"Don't we always come early when I bring you with me?" Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"Well, yeah," America shrugged, rolling with it. Of course Arthur liked being early… "Remind me why again?"
"I've told you plenty of times before," Arthur sighed. "I'm not about to tell you again."
"Well, apparently I am an idiot," America smirked. "Of course I'll forget things from time to time."
"Don't start using that against me," Arthur glared at him.
"Well, what else could I use it for?" America asked.
"To get better at not being an idiot?" Arthur offered.
"Why the hell would I do that?" America laughed.
"Idiot," Arthur sighed.
"Well, I'm your idiot!" America chirped.
"Oh, what a joy," Arthur sighed sarcastically.
"Well, aren't you a downer?" America laughed.
"Whatever," Arthur sighed, stopping in front of a door. "I have to work on a project. Since I know you're just going to be obnoxious, you're not going in with me."
"Ouch, alright," America laughed slightly. "Guess I'll see ya later, then?"
"Right," Arthur opened the door. "Don't forget about tonight."
"How could I?" America asked and Arthur sighed, walking into the room and shutting the door. "What am I supposed to remember, again?"
"I can't believe the stiff actually allowed this," Gilbert's voice snickered.
"They look trés adorable together!" Francis' voice chimed.
"We have to get some pictures," Antonio's voice laughed.
Blearily, Alfred opened his eyes to see what was going on. If the trio was there, it couldn't be good. It never was. There was one time when Alfred and Arthur got a picture of them kissing onto the newspaper because of the Trio. He could see the trio standing in front of him, but they were all sideways and Alfred remembered that he was lying down on the couch.
It was about two seconds before Alfred realized he was lying his head on Arthur's lap and he quickly sat up, looking away from the trio, who all burst out laughing at his reaction.
"Shut up," Alfred snapped.
"I knew there was something between you and that world's England," France snickered and Alfred fully came back to reality, realizing where he was for real. The Trio were all talking in hushed voices and Alfred looked over to England, who had his head resting in his hand, which was propped up against the arm of the couch. He even had that content smile Arthur wore when he was sleeping…
"How did you guys even get in here?" Alfred hissed, not wanting to wake up England. If he was anything like Arthur, he needed his sleep.
"America keeps his spare key under the door mat," Prussia laughed quietly, which Alfred considered to be a near impossible feat. "Dummkopf."
"You two are so cute," Spain swooned.
"That's just creepy," Alfred shook his head. "Why are you guys even here?"
"We need Angleterre," France smirked, taking a few pictures with his phone of England sleeping until Alfred kicked him away.
"Then how about you wake him up and tell him?" Alfred narrowed his eyes at them.
"That would take all the fun out of it," Prussia cackled, which led to England startling awake.
"What the bloody hell are you lot doing here!?" England demanded, his expression immediately turning into a glare. Alfred simply crossed his legs and sat on the couch, ready to watch the show.
"Bruder's been getting worse," Prussia sighed, apparently getting straight to the point and being serious.
"How worse?" England asked, calming down significantly.
"Can't exactly tell you with the kid here," Prussia scratched the back of his head.
"So, you're just gonna ditch me again?" Alfred asked.
"Désolé," France sighed and it took Alfred a small while to realize what it meant. "You were the one that made the deal to back down."
"But I just feel useless sitting in America's house, doing nothing while I could be doing something," Alfred stated.
"Sorry, poppet," England sighed and stood up, stretching slightly.
"Poppet?" Alfred asked and England froze, a blush coming to his cheeks.
"You do act a little like petit Amerique," France winked.
"Shut it, frog!" England snapped at him, the bright red color still very present on his face.
Alfred couldn't help but laugh. Arthur always looked hilarious when he was trying to hide his embarrassment.
"Stop laughing, you git!" England snapped and Alfred laughed even harder. England huffed. "Let's just get back to the meeting. If something's happened, We should all be there."
"And what will stop him from coming?" Spain asked.
"Go ahead and just takes the keys to the car if you're so intent on having me not come," Alfred sighed, leaning against the couch.
"We'll send someone to check on you later," France winked as the four of them departed and Alfred sighed once more. It was weird seeing everyone he knew acting so official around him. He knew why they were hiding him from this, but they were keeping it contained fairly well, so what was so bad about having Alfred come along?
It just made him feel useless, which he figured was what was happening. He wasn't America, what use was he as just a kid who was going to high school two days ago?
Alfred looked down when he felt someone tugging on his pant leg. It was Tony.
"Yeah, dude?" Alfred asked. He couldn't believe Tony was still hanging around him considering how he acted when he first saw him yesterday.
"You okay?" Tony tilted his head to the side.
"I'm fine," Alfred laughed lightly. It was kind of funny, his first real friend in this world was a small, grey alien. The rest of them were just treating Alfred like a little kid who couldn't do anything on his own.
"Movie?" Tony asked.
"Sure, dude, whatcha got?" Alfred asked. Tony started walking to a cupboard next to the TV and Alfred stood up to follow him. When Tony opened it, Alfred was speechless. The movies America had! It looked like just about every non-romance movie out there. There was anything from Disney to Marvel, Horror to Comedy. "Holy shit…"
"What do you want?" Tony asked.
"I don't know," Alfred shook his head.
"Choose," Tony said bluntly.
"Alright," Alfred laughed. "Well, whenever I don't know what I want, I go for the random choice!" Alfred closed his eyes and stuck his hand into the cupboard. He picked up a random movie and handed it to Tony without looking at it. He would want it to be a surprise until it was in. Of course, it was going to be good. He and America had the same taste in movies.
"You're different," Tony stated, but went over to set it up, anyway.
"Well, you're an alien," Alfred smiled. Tony was cheering him up, which was strange, but he just had to roll with it. America obviously did.
"Am I in your world?" Tony asked curiously.
"I have an uncle named Tony," Alfred shrugged and plopped on the couch again. "He lives in New York. I guess he's a little like you. He hates Artie, too."
"Fucking limey," Tony muttered.
"That's exactly what he says," Alfred laughed.
"It's true," Tony turned around as the movie started.
"Hey, on the bright side, I can finally cross something off my bucket list," Alfred smiled. "Meet an alien and watch a movie. Now, if this movie's about cowboys…"
Alfred cheered when he found out that the movie was "Cowboys and Aliens."
America's side of the story is getting hard to write... I mean, there are certain times when it's good and there are certain parts I'm excited for, but them there's those inbetween parts. I don't know... And it's kind of funny. I have a plan for both of them, it's just a matter of having the times match up that is becoming difficult...
Anyway, please review! It truely helps!