And with this chapter, this means I've updated all my stories at least once in the past two weeks XD I just want to say now that I love plot twists and confusing people, so be warned XD Even I'm having a little trouble understanding what I have planned for this story...
The man smiled. The room he was currently in was completely dark, except for one single candle. He prefered candle light, even though he had electrical lights, like most people in his city, but the fire made him feel nostalgic.
He sighed as a faint memory came forward. He and four other were roasting...Ah, what was it...marshmallows, around a campfire. However, the atmosphere had seemed somewhat...sinister, due to a certain someone's singing.
"I know you're there" he said suddenly, mentally tearing himself away from the memories. They were a long time ago anyway.
He didn't need them.
Another figure nervously stepped out of the shadows, dressed in a black cloak. A black cloak identical to many others...
"So" The man smirked coldly "How long were you planning to hide there?" The other man shivered. For all he knew, that man was now plotting his slow and painful demise behind that smile. Like how most people felt around Russia, except it was harder to tell with this man.
And he was pretty sure that this man would do something a lot worse then what Russia could ever do.
"I...I didn't mean to offend you...I.." The black cloaked man managed to stutter.
The first man merely smiled again. "Forget it. How are things at that place?"
"It's..." The black cloaked one started uncertainly "The same things that have always happened, really...However..."
The man's eyes lit up in interest. "However?" He inquired.
The cloaked man sighed. "It's your...your past self in this one. He's acting differently to what we would expect"
"Oh, are you talking about that little meeting fiasco? That was funny" The man chuckled softly. The black cloaked man jerked in surprise. It wasn't often that you heard this man laugh because something was funny. When someone was screaming in pain, yes. When someone was being put through agonising emotional torture, yes. But not because something was purely funny.
"I...I suppose it was..." The cloaked man said anxiously. "But wait, how did you know about that? I didn't tell you, and..."
The man seemed to of lost interest and was now watching the candle again. He looked up slowly when he realised he had been asked a question. "Hmm? Oh, I was there" he said casually.
If the cloaked man's hood wasn't there, you would of seen him blink in surprise. "You were there? I didn't notice, I..." He shook his head "T-the meeting wasn't the problem! He...he seems to know..."
"He knows?" The man looked more interested with the conversation all of a sudden. "And yet he wants to continue?"
"Yes...He doesn't know everything of course, but still enough to make him normally turn back..."
The man let this information sink in slowly. He looked at the cloaked man and, for seemingly no reason, smiled. "How different" he mused. "Very well then, you may go. As one of my best spies and, dare I say it, my most trusted man, I'm counting on you to watch my past self"
"I...I understand" The cloaked man said "But...what will you do?"
The Leader's smile widened "I'll 'visit' my past self soon. If he's so intent on staying he might as well meet me"
The cloaked man nodded before turning and walking away. The past America is going to go through hell... he thought to himself. But then he smirked. So The Leader trusted him, huh?
America groaned as he woke up. Silence. Due to the lack of lamp light and noise, it must of been the middle of the night. But why did the silence seem so...weird?
Then he realised. Usually when England was asleep, he would breath softly, a comforting noise in the night. But there was no sound in that room.
The America fumbled around in the dark, every movement he made echoing painfully loudly in the quiet. He sighed in relief as he finally found the lantern and used one of the nearby matches to turn it on.
England was gone.
He looked around the small room, hoping that he might of missed him somehow. Where was England? Did he go to the bathroom or something? Or did he go to see France or Japan? Although it was probably the middle of the night, and those two left for their own homes a while ago...But why would he suddenly go without telling him?
Maybe he's on one of those...errands again America thought sadly. But what could be so important that he had to leave in the middle of the night? It's no wonder people suspect him if he just leaves like that...
America shook his head. What was he thinking? Whatever England was doing was probably important. There was no reason to suspect him.
He sighed. The air underground was stuffy. Maybe if he went on the surface he could think more clearly? America smiled as he grabbed his cloak. It'd be nice to get some fresh air. And if England complained, it was his own fault for leaving him on his own.
As he left the room, pulling his hood firmly down, America realised finding the way to the surface was a lot harder then he had thought. Even with the lantern, America couldn't see much. His first decision had been to look for the hole he had first fallen through, but surely they would of covered that up by now?
"H-hello?" a new voice seemed to come out of nowhere. America clamped his hand over his mouth to stop himself from screaming, only letting out a muffled squeak.
"Who's there?" America spun around to see where the voice had come from, making sure his hood wouldn't fall off. Another cloaked person jumped back in surprise.
"Sorry!" The new person whispered. "I didn't mean to scare you!"
America breathed out in relief. It was another country. And he didn't seem dangerous..."I...wasn't scared!" America laughed nervously, but stopped when he remembered it was the middle of the night.
The other person frowned, possibly in confusion. "I see..." he said after a pause. "Um...you..."
"What's wrong?" America asked.
"Are you...America?"
The American had to try hard not to drop his lantern there and then. "No!" he said quickly. "My name's Alfred. Why would I be America?" He tried laughing casually, but it only came out as a high pitched giggle.
The other person smiled, almost nostalgically. "You were always a terrible liar...But, how can you be here? You're...not like him...but..."
"I...don't know what you're talking about" America said, slightly panicked. "And anyway, why would you know if I- er, America was a terrible liar? He's not that bad at it- um, not that I'd know..."
"I've known him most of my life" The man removed his hood "After all, I'm his brother. I'm Canada"
And now we have Canada in the story ^0^ But the mysterious man who had appeared sometimes in the past has been revealed as The Leader, America's future self! And what could he of meant by 'visit' America...? One day, these things will be explained. But for now, please review and tell me what you think ^_^
