Savior Spy
By: Aubrie1234
Alex didn't know when he had fallen unconscious, but when he awoke, he found himself back in his bed. The curtains were open, showing night outside, and he could hear soft snores off to the side. Turning his head, he found Arthur asleep in a chair, most likely having been watching over him. He tired to sit up and found he was barely hurting. Looking down, he saw his bare chest, showing off his bullet scar and the scar of a knife wound below it. Somehow, it had been healed in hours, possibly more (depending on how long he had actually been out).
Glancing at Arthur, Alex noted that it was probably best to let the country sleep, so he quietly put on a shirt and escaped the room, hearing voices downstairs. Crouching down and looking between the poles of the banister, Alex saw all of the men from earlier that day in the living room.
"When do you suppose the kid will wake up?" asked Alfred, coming into the room with a cup of coffee. He sat beside Matthew, who sat beside Francis, all of them on the couch while Lukas and Anghel took the two chairs. Matthias stood, too hyper to sit, as well as having no where to sit.
"Anghel, Arthur, and I did all we could." Lukas spoke, "I only hope Arthur is right in allowing Alex to recover here."
"The others are coming over." Matthias took away a phone from his ear, sliding it into his pocket, "Berwald, Tino, and Emil managed to get all of our notes. Peter's coming along, too."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Anghel asked, "Peter may not be the best idea, not after what we saw on Alex's chest."
"He's a good kid." Matthias defended, "He won't tell a soul, not even his friends."
"The Dane is right for once." Lukas agreed.
"But what happened to Alex that caused that scar?" Matthew said, speaking for the first time, his voice so soft that Alex strained to hear, "It couldn't have been the 2P!s. From what Arthur said, they seemed regretful when they fled."
"They are different from us, but they also have their limits." Francis sighed, "I believe they felt the same as us when they saw the scar. As for what caused it, only Alex can say. I don't think he would wish to share, though." Alfred snorted.
"With a scar like that, who would? We've all got scars that have stories, most of them untold. Would you like to share the one of the French Revolution, Francis, or the ones of the wars between Denmark and Sweden, Matthias?" At the silence, Alfred continued, "Just like I thought. My point from all of this is to let Alex tell the story when he wants to, if he ever does."
"Arthur said he was a spy, but he's so young." Anghel said, "Who is so heartless as to make him a spy at the age he is?"
"People who have no sense of morals, that's what." It was at that moment Matthew chanced to look up. As their eyes met, one pair widening in surprise, Alex stood, knowing he had been found out.
"Alex?!" All of their heads shot up to see the boy.
"You're awake!"
"Wait, where's Arthur?" Alex held up a hand to stem the flow of questions.
"Of course I'm awake. Arthur's still sleeping in my room. How long have I been out?"
"Since 12 this afternoon." Lukas answered, "How do you feel?"
"Mostly good. Did you use magic?"
"Yes." Anghel answered, blinking in surprise, "How did you know?"
"Arthur's magical and so are the two of you. Besides, a knife wound like the one I had couldn't have healed that fast." He could see more questions in their eyes, where he guessed what they wanted to ask. After all, they had been talking about it earlier.
"If you want to know about my scar, I can't tell you. It's something personal to me, and don't think I wasn't listening in. I know what you talked about, and Alfred and Francis are right. Give me some time and trust, and I might just tell you. For now, though, leave it be." He then turned and left for his room. He didn't want to be around anyone for a while, and there was also the matter of getting Arthur out of his room.
"Cub! Is that you?!" yelled Eagle, who had answered his call. Once Alex had convinced Arthur he would be fine, he called K-Unit to assure them as well.
"Yeah, and I'm fine. Another scar, but fine."
"Another scar?" came Snake's voice; they must have had it on speaker.
"I tangled with some pretty mean guys that Arthur and his friends were related to. I've been out since noon, which is why I couldn't call. Sorry about that."
"We're just glad to hear that you're alive." Fox sighed, "Don't scare us like that again. We were just about to go storming Arthur's front door." Alex raised an eyebrow.
"Where are you?"
"Hidden in the woods, staking out the place." spoke Wolf. Alex looked out his window, which faced the front.
"Which side?"
"Front." Alex squinted.
"I think I can see you. I can see the outline of the car, but not much else."
"Where are you?" Snake inquired.
"Top window to the left."
"Hey, I think I see a car coming up!" Eagle spoke in the background.
"It might be some other friends of Arthur, but keep an eye on it, just in case. If I can see you, they might also be able to."
"Did you know they were coming?" Fox asked.
"I overheard Matthias, an acquaintance of Arthur's, say that Berwald, Emil, Peter, and Tino were coming to give them their notes from the meeting. I remember seeing Berwald, Tino, and Emil on the list, but not Peter." There was some typing on the other side of the line.
"It mentions Peter as one of Arthur's little brothers, a recent addition. He tries to get into their meetings a lot and has living with Berwald and Tino quite a bit." Snake said.
"Nothing else?"
"Nope." The car pulled to a stop and four males came out, two of them younger than the others and one hyperactive, running up to the door.
"Do you have pictures?"
"No, so we may have to wing it with these guys."
"Understood. Let me call you back later, okay?"
"Got it." After hanging up, Alex went back to the top of the stairs to watch the others come in.
"Hey, Jerkland! Let us it!" sounded a voice from another room, most likely the other side of the front door. If the nickname was any indication, that was Peter. Alex briefly wondered if Peter was also human like him or another country. Might not, as he hadn't been mentioned on the list of representatives.
"Coming! And you little brat, be nice!" said Arthur, who went to answer the door. After a bit more talking, the door was opened and the four appeared.
"Here are your notes." spoke the other young male, the less hyper one.
"Thank you, lillebror." said Lukas, each of the countries taking their suitcases from the boy and the two men. From the gist of it, Alex thought that meant 'little brother' in Norwegian, so he wondered which person the boy was. Emil, maybe? He looked like an Emil, in a way...
"I'm never going to call you what you want, you know." The boy crossed his arms, glaring at the elder.
"Doesn't mean I can't try." Lukas had an emotionless face the whole time.
"Peter, remember that we have to go by our human names here." said the blonde with the purple eyes. He seemed happy, but Alex could see the hardwired tenseness in the shoulders and the darkness in the eyes. The man was a soldier, Alex could tell.
"Why?"
"I have a friend here. He knows about the countries, but hasn't met any of you yet, so I want to make sure you can understand each other in a simple way. That includes not calling me Jerkland, understand?" Arthur said, giving Peter a harsh glare, which the boy was unaffected by.
"Fine..." Peter crossed his arms, "But does he know about me? I'm a micronation!" A micronation? What was that?
"No, which means you have to be more polite and patient than the others." Alex decided to make his presence known.
"Are these the people you mentioned, Matthias?" Most of the new and old members jumped except the tallest, a man with blue eyes and glasses (similar to Alfred) and Arthur, who was used to Alex's surprises by now.
"Dude, stop scaring us like that! You're going to give me a heart attack!" said the American. Alex smiled.
"That's the whole point, isn't it? Scares work on surprise. That's the basis of a scare."
"Just don't do it again, please." Arthur sighed. Alex shrugged, then shifted his gaze.
"And who might you all be?"
"U-um, I'm Tino, and these are Berwald, Emil, and Peter." said the purple-eyed man, indicating each person and confirming Alex's thoughts on Peter and Emil.
"So, which countries might you represent?" By the blinking he got in return, Alex knew they were surprised he asked the question so quickly.
"Sweden." said Berwald, "Finland, Iceland, and Sealand." That made a bit of sense. Alex had never heard of Sealand before and Finland was right beside Norway and Sweden, while Iceland was all the way out in the ocean. That explained Emil's distance from the others, Peter's talk of being a 'micronation,' and the closeness between Berwald and Tino.
"I've never heard of Sealand before, or micronations."
"You haven't?!" Peter was aghast, "Micronations are tiny nations that aren't recognized by other nations, but we will be someday!"
"Peter!" hissed Tino, "Be nice!" Alex tilted his head in thought.
"So, there are other micronations? Who might they be?"
"There's Molossia, Wy, Hutt River-" Before Peter could continue, he was hit over the head by Arthur.
"Enough! We're trying to introduce him slowly!" Alex's eyes darkened.
"I'm not a child." he growled, "I can understand this all without having to be spoon-fed. I'm not a ten-year-old, nor a toddler. Why don't you treat me like an adult?" His outburst not only surprised the countries but also himself. He shook his head and turned away.
"Forget I ever said that. I just want to be alone." he left before they could stop him.
"...He's scary." Peter shivered. Arthur knew what his magical friends finally meant, especially once Peter spoke their feelings aloud. Alex had become like a mini-version of Berwald, if only for a moment. Emotionless and intimidating.
"Ber, you sure he isn't related to you?"
"I'm sure, Matthias." he turned to Arthur, "Is he the one with the scar that Matthias mentioned?"
"Scar?" Peter blinked.
"Yes. It's a wonder how he isn't in constant pain or even dead, not after Alfred's ballistics analysis."
"Huh?" Peter was beyond confused now. Tino crouched to his level.
"You remember what we talked about in the car, about snipers?"
"Yeah...?"
"Alex has a bullet scar from one on his chest." Peter's eyes widened.
"Wow... So, snipers usually kill people?"
"Yes, which is why this makes Alex so interesting." Emil spoke up, "How did he survive, anyway?" Alfred shrugged.
"I have no idea. Taking a bullet to the chest and the knife wound from the 2P!s... He probably has more scars than we can see."
"And how are you going to ask?" Peter wondered.
"We aren't." Francis shook his head, "It's Alex's choice to tell us, mon ami. And you must promise not to tell anyone about Alex, not even the other micronations. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir!" Peter saluted, then dropped his hand in confusion, "But if you want to introduce him to the other nations, why can't I tell them?" Tino, who was still crouching beside him, explained.
"Alex has many enemies from different countries, so we can't risk telling about him to the wrong people or them hearing of Alex, okay?" Peter nodded in understanding.
"Got it. How long is supposed to stay with Arthur?"
"I honestly have no idea. All I know was that he was thrust into my care suddenly about a week ago and has many fears and weaknesses, including eagles, Air Force One, crocodiles-"
"Hold on, back up a sec!" Alfred interrupted, "He's afraid of eagles and Air Force One?"
"I don't know for sure, but that's what I was told. Or at least not to mention them to Alex."
"And he's a spy, like you said?"
"Yes, why?" Alfred thought back.
"You guys might know this. Remember when someone tried taking over Air Force One last year?"
"You don't think Alex was involved, do you?" Matthew asked, all of them curious.
"I do, and that might be why he doesn't like Air Force One. In fact, all of his fears may come from his different missions, depending on how many he had."
"I'm afraid to say this, but from the majority of them, I'd say he's had quite a lot." Arthur said, taking a seat, "I just don't know what to make of the lad anymore. At first I was trying to treat him like he was a normal adult, but with the revelation of his scar, I don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to hurt or insult him, but I can't just leave this be."
"Neither can he." Anghel said, "He knows you all know about his scar, so with that in mind, he might be more willing to explain so we won't ask at the worst time."
"Maybe." Lukas said.
"...I'm going to check on him." Arthur stood, "He's my responsibility and I can't let the wound get any worse, especially if it happens to start internally bleeding." They allowed him leave before Peter yawned, indicating that he needed to get along to bed.
"By the way, none of you mind if we need to take Alex into our care, do you?" Lukas asked the other Nordics, "I told Arthur that we would do it if he needed."
"Really?!" Peter looked excited.
"It's fine with me." Matthias shrugged, as did Emil.
"Berwald?" Tino looked to the main leader of the group. He nodded, which meant they were all in agreement. Alex was allowed to stay.
"What's that smell?" Kumajiro, who had sat in Matthew's arms, quiet and unknown the whole time, covered his nose with a paw, "There's something terribly sweet upstairs."
"'Terribly sweet?'" The older nations shared horrified looks before racing up the stairs. Only one person could have that smell-
"OLIVER!" roared Arthur, chasing the colorful man down the hall. After surprising Alex and knocking the boy out (with some chloroform, he wasn't about to hurt the boy), Oliver had been planning to bring the boy back through the mirror with him. That is, until Arthur appeared. And from the sound of feet pounding up the stairs, he didn't have much time.
"Gotcha!" Arthur had to duck when Matt came out of nowhere, swinging his hockey stick. Matt and Allan had been the ones to ask for Oliver's help in snatching Alex and were now the ones delaying the 1P!s. Arriving in the mirror room, Allan ushered the Briton through the mirror, then entered himself. Matt went through next, and when Arthur tried, he only got a sore face. Somehow, the 2P!s had blocked the mirror off.
"You b*****ds!" Arthur snarled, "Do you have any idea what you've done?!"
With taking care of Alex, no side has any idea what they've gotten into. And anyway, my idea is that Peter is like Alfred in a way. He acts happy and like a kid all the time, but he's more mature than he lets on. After all, part of his beginning was when he was briefly taken over by Germans, and it wasn't a pretty thing. Anyway, read & review! Cuddles from Alex and the nations (1P and 2P) are still available as a prize for reviewing!