Sorry for such a large update my darling readers, but my laptop's motherboard ended up getting fried about three months ago leaving me with no laptop and a lost document. I can either use my mother or my father's laptop the first is often in constant use since my mother works and the latter is a windows 8 that has no Microsoft programmed into it... It doesn't even have WordPad. What's up with that?
Again I'm really sorry and I hope this new chapter will make up for it.
Day soon turned into night as the sky began to change into different colors as time moved on by before resting into a beautiful shade of black, blue and purple with a few stars dotting the sky here and there. With the town and hillside plunged into darkness nothing could be seen in the darkness but with an exception of a town filled with bright light and a small campfire that flickered from on top of a hillside. Three men could be seen sitting around this hillside campfire, roasting marshmallows and chatting amongst themselves in hopes to pass the night away quickly, before one of the men, who was leaning against a parked truck sighed and then spoke up.
"Well, shall we take another look at it?" He asked as he threw his cigar onto the ground and flattening it to the dirt under his shoe as he stood up.
"Might as well." Another agreed as he rose up and dumped the contents of his water bottle into a nearby brush.
The third and final man agreed, lifting himself from his place next to the campfire and grabbing a flashlight and turned it on just as the three men stopped in their tracks, a few feet away from the smoldering meteorite. The small beam of light searching over the large mass of rock for any signs of unusual activity. The meteor itself seemed to offer a sense of an animus feeling into the air, but neither man seemed to have noticed as they stepped over charred brush and rock for a closer inspection.
"Seems cold now, ain't it Joe?" The one man asked as he lit another cigar.
"Yeah." The one called Joe, agreed. "It won't start anymore fires here tonight. Just might as well go home Dave."
"Yep. No sense staying out here." The cigar man or Dave agreed. "Let's get out of here."
The two men stepped over the rock and brush as they made their way back to their campfire, leaving the third and final man behind.
"Hey Jose!" Dave called over his shoulder. "You coming?"
The man, Jose, didn't answer as he continued to scan the large smoldering rock with both his eyes and his flashlight, until a small sound and matching movement caught his attention, causing the poor man to call his friends' attentions with a voice filled with uncertainty and fear.
"H-HEY!" He cried, in alarm. "IT'S MOVING!"
"What?"
The other two men came back to Jose's side as smaller rocks and dirt began to move and tumble down the side the meteorite as the sound of scrapping metal grew a bit more louder, causing the three men to back up slowly and away from the large space rock. All three trembling in growing fear as they watched with fascinated horror as a small part of the meteor began move in a circular pattern. All most as if it was unscrewing itself.
"It's a bomb." Dave whispered in hushed tones.
"It didn't go off last night." Jose said in a tone of fear. "Maybe it's going to go off now tonight, huh."
"It's an enemy sneak attack." Joe said in tones of disbelief. "Those cowards. Let's get out of here and get America and those other guys up here."
Jose nodded in agreement but before the two men could even get two steps away from the supposed threat, they were halted by the next few words from Dave's mouth that soon left them to question it as well.
"Wait a minute. Now wait just a minute fellas." He said, brows furrowing in confusion. "Bombs don't unscrew themselves."
"Then that's no meteor." Joe said, fear filling his voice. "We know that for sure."
"It's the most darnedest thing I had ever did seen." Dave said, almost in awe. "Just the way its unscrewing itself like that."
Three men continued to watch the scene unfold before them with fear and awe, completely unaware of what was going to await them inside the smoldering rock.
Meanwhile, down the hillside in a small tavern, completely unaware of the event happening on the hillside, America and the other nations were enjoying themselves during the social event, talking and laughing while knocking back a few brews here and there. Finland seemed to be having too much fun to the point that he seemed to have forgotten that he wanted to talk to Sweden about something, and he wasn't the only one as Sweden seemed to forgotten as well, as he danced with the Finnish nation and shared a few laughs with Spain and joined Denmark in a few beers.
"Here you guys go. It's on the house." America smiled as he brought everyone each a coke bottle. "You all having fun?"
"Thank you, America." Finland smiled taking bottle as many other nations did the same. "And yes, we are."
"Awesome." America smiled.
"I have thought of something." Sweden suddenly spoke up as he opened both his and Finland's soda bottles.
"What?" England asked, a rare smile gracing his features.
"If we can gather all the energy expanded in one dance." Sweden explained, as he took a small sip of coke. "We could probably send that meteor back to where it came from."
Everyone, even Norway and Sweden himself, burst into small fits of laughter at Sweden's scientific joke all completely unaware of the event taken place on the hillside.
Back on top of the hillside, the meteor had finally unscrewed its top allowing it to fall down its steep slope and into the ditch below as an eerily green glow emitted from the small hole that was made followed by a rattling sound. The three men watched from the safety behind the truck and in a small ravine as they watched the scene unfold before them as the green light soon turned into a menacing bright red light before a pulsating mechanical cobra-shaped head piece emerged from the large opening, supported by a long goose-like neck, rotating around as if surveying the area. Uncertainty seemed to hang in the air.
"Must be somebody in there." Joe whispered, as they watched the strange being.
"Who?" Jose asked, fear sweating out of his very pores. "Where do you think they come from?"
"How the hell should I know?" Joe hissed.
"I read someplace when I was visiting Greece's house that Mars is near the Earth right now." Dave muttered. "Happens every 18-20 years he says. Men from Mars."
"Maybe these are not men." Jose whispered, voice trembling in fear. "Not like us."
"Hey now, everything human doesn't have to look like you or me." Joe mused.
"If it's men from Mars." Dave suddenly said as slowly stood up and peeked over the top of the truck bed before looking to the other men with a smile on his face. "Why, we ought let them know we're friendly."
"Don't fool around with something when you don't know what it is." Jose dismissed, waving his arm.
"I get it." Joe whispered with same tone of glee. "We'd be the first to make contact with them, eh?"
"You betcha." Dave nodded. "It'd be all over the papers. We can show them we're friendly. Walk out there with a white flag."
"Yeah. Oh! I got an old sugar sack in my car." Joe said with a large smile. "Gimme a minute to grab it."
Joe quickly and quietly got up and carefully approached his car and began rummaging through it to find the sack and a large stick as the other two men, a little more bravely stood up in the ditch, their eyes never leaving the mysterious mechanical oddity. Jose briefly tore his eyes away from the alien visitor to look toward Dave before looking back at it raising his arm pointing at. Arm a quiver.
"What are going to say to it?" Jose asked, completely unsure of the whole plan.
Dave gulped before looking around briefly before answering, "Welcome to Washington D.C."
Jose nodded as Joe suddenly returned to their sides with the white flag and big smile on his face. "Come on."
The two men nodded as they timidly approached the machine in the meteorite with Joe confidently taking the lead. The machine for its part, continued to scan the environment around its ship, seemingly oblivious to the three men cautiously approaching it. Its eerie mechanical rattling sound humming as it scanned the dark sky above it before the moving white cloth caught its attention. It lowered it goose-like neck to find three humans cautiously approaching it. Its humming growing slightly more louder.
"We're friends." Dave called out to it.
"Yeah." Jose agreed.
"Hey there. Open up." Joe called. "Introduce yourselves."
"Maybe they don't understand us." Jose mouthed, more unsure then ever.
"Then we'll talk to them in some form of sign language." Dave reasoned, waving a small handkerchief above his head. "I'm sure they'll understand us alright."
"Sure, sure." Jose said with a little more confidence in his voice before addressing the machine. "Everyone understands that when you wave the white flag, you just wanna be friends with them."
"Hey now open up!"
The humming sound the machine was producing was growing even more louder and louder as the three men approached it more closely. It was an action all three men seemed to ignore it in favor of befriending a mysterious life form to make tomorrow's headline.
"Come on out." Dave smiled. "Don't be afraid. We're friends."
"That's right! We welcome you."
The red eye on the cobra-shaped head grew brighter and brighter, no longer blinking turning from red to orange as the three attempted to coax the machine out of its hiding spot only for the machine to unleash a bright reddish-orange ray beam upon the three men who yelled as the entire site was alight with a red glow before everything fell silent.
Back at the social event, Finland had finally coaxed Sweden into another barnyard dance with him, earning him cheers and encouragement from the other nations as he and the large Swedish nation twirled around in the center of the floor with the rhythm of the music. To Finland, everything seemed to be going perfect until the loss of power butted in and decided to be a mood killer. Many other of the guests seemed to think the same thing as the lights went out and plunged the entire room into darkness. Scaring and confusing many.
"Hey!"
"The lights."
"What gives?"
Everyone started chatting a mile a minute trying to figure out what just happened as some of the other guests began looking for something to bring light back into the room. Sweden pulled Finland into a tight embrace as people began scurrying about for answers.
"Quick. Where's the fuse box?"
"Now no smooching in the dark, you lovey-dovey couples, you." Said a nation who stood up front. France.
France was by far, in Finland's opinion, the oddest one he had ever had the chance of meeting. He had shoulder-length blond hair and blue eyes, a slight amount of facial hair which he believes makes him look like a "big brother", a description that irked England and another fellow nation, China, to no end. He wore a long blue coat and matching capelet, with red pants and brown boots. He was often seen, sometimes (much to England's boiling disapproval) with a rose, which was apparently used to censor his genitals when he decided to run out in the nude. Odd indeed.
"Do we have any candles lying around?"
France made his way toward the window and made a quick peek out the glass before he turned to America as the American nation made his way to the French nation's side. "All the lights in your town land has gone out."
"Weird." America hummed, stroking his chin. "That normally never happens until after the Winter storms hit. Usually."
The room was soon filled a dim but bright glow as two elderly women began pulling out large quantities of candles and began to light each of them. Finland moved into Sweden's arms a bit more deeper. He never did like the dark. He and Sweden moved a bit closer to the American nation as he attempted bring order in the room of uncertainty as Sweden rubbed Finland's back soothingly.
"Seems like somebody found us some light."
"Seems so." America agreed, nodding before turning to dark haired man. "Hey China, can you give the electric company a call and see if you can figure out what the hell is going on?"
"Sure, aru." Came the reply.
China was, from what Finland saw, a nice man he had deep chocolate-brown eyes and dark brown hair tied back into a ponytail that flowed behind him as he went to make a call, he wore a deep green Chinese military uniform with a red armband. He reached the phone and was about to dial the number when he paused, his brow furrowed before he hung the phone back up and turned to America.
"America, your phone has gone dead, aru."
"That's funny." Norway muttered to Sweden and Finland. "The phones are not on the same circuit as the lights."
"Indeed." Iceland agreed.
"What are they saying, honey?" An elderly man asked his wife, tapping a piece of plastic in his ear. "Something's wrong with my hearing aid."
"Oh honey."
"Ah well." America shrugged as he reached into his pocket. "We normally play the 'Good Night Ladies' song at Midnight anyway. Must be nearly that time now right?"
He pulled a small pocket watch out of his pocket and flipped its lid to look at the time, his brows furrowed as he gently shook the small metal contraption in his hand before he lifted to one ear. No ticking could be heard.
"Huh. My watch stopped working."
"America, you bloody git." England said, rolling his eyes as he pulled his out of his own pocket and glanced at it. "Hang on, I've got the ti- Huh? Mine seemed to have stopped working as well."
"So's mine." Denmark said as he lifted his wristwatch to his ear.
"Mine too." Iceland gapped as he looked to both his and Norway's. "What's the meaning of this?"
Chatter picked up fairly quickly as everyone began examining their pocket and wristwatches, completely baffled. Finland's violet orbs scanned the entire crowd as Sweden took his wrist and examined both his and Finland's watches.
"It seems that all our watches stopped at the same time." Finland whispered that was somehow picked up by the entire crowd.
"There can only be an explanation." Sweden said as he carefully removed Finland's watch. "The one that can explain all of this."
"What's that?" America asked as he and the rest of the crowd watch the Swedish nation move to the nearest table and cleared it.
"Do you have a pin?" Came the reply.
"Uh..."
"I do." Russia called as he made his way toward the table. He carefully plucked a small bobby pin from inside his scarf. "What do you plan to explain with a pin and watch, Sweden?"
"Watch."
Sweden placed Finland's watch onto the table as the crowd moved around him to get a better look. He placed the watch on one side and held Russia's pin about 2 inches away before he released his hold. A collective gasp escaped from the crowd as they watch the pin suddenly attach itself to Finland's wristwatch.
"Would you look at that."
"What is that?"
"Look at that!"
"Unbelievable."
"What is it doing?"
"You see that?" Sweden asked, earning him a collective agreement. "Finland's watch has become magnetized."
He quickly returned Russia his pin before pocketing Finland's watch and turning to face America. "That might explain how the phones got knocked down as well."
"But how can it happen to everyone's watch all together?" America asked as the crowd asked pretty much the same thing. "I don't understand."
"Does anyone have a compass?" Sweden asked, turning to face the crowd.
"I do." Denmark said, holding out said device. "What are you trying to prove, Sverige?"
Sweden didn't answer as he popped the compass open as America and Finland both peeked over his shoulders. His eyes narrowed and brows furrowed.
"Hey... It's not pointing North." America exclaimed.
"No." Sweden agreed as he looked to the direction of the hillside. "It's pointing the gully on the hillside where that meteorite landed."
Sirens began to blare through the confusion and silence drawing America's and Sweden's attention, leading both men outside. Finland and rest of the crowd followed them outside into the darkness as the a police car pulled up to curb and a policeman poked his head out of the window and called out to the American nation.
"Mr. America what's going on?" He asked.
"I don't anymore then you do, Keith." America answered as he moved toward the car.
"Look."
"There's fire on the hillside."
"Can you take me up there?" America asked.
"Yes Sir."
Finland looked to the hilltop to see that smoke and flame was raising from the top, fear seemed to choke him for some unclear odd reason. He reached out and grabbed Sweden's sleeve as he made his way to America and the policeman, earning him the intimidating nation's attention.
"Don't go." He whispered. "I have a bad feeling."
"Sweden, you coming?"
"I'll be back." Sweden smiled.
"You promise?"
"I promise."
Sweden placed a gentle kiss to the Finnish man's forehead, causing the poor boy to blush a deep red. Sweden then ran to the police car and jumped in along with America and tearing off to the hillside before Finland could grasp what happened. It was as if a cloud was cleared from the top of his head when he just realized that he had finally forgotten something. He forgot to tell Sweden his feelings.
"Oh no." Finland lamented.
But he was coming back... Right?