Double Trouble
By: Verin Mystal
Summary: Alfred invites Arthur to the Consumer Electronics's show in Las Vegas. On their last night in town, they are accidentally turned into children.
Note: This was originally written for two requests on the Kink Meme. This fic is full of crack and is not meant to be taken seriously. With that said, I hope someone out there enjoys it. I own nothing but the crack filled ideas of this story.
England stared at Lady Liberty, and gave serious thought to his sanity.
"…Do you understand what I'm saying?" England asked, hoping he was clear enough. "I'm putting my full trust in you to guide and use Britannia as I've instructed."
Liberty nodded, her blue eyes sparkling. "Stop worrying so much! I can handle this, trust me."
Swallowing a skeptical comment, England stepped away and glanced about the lobby before his eyes landed on the men's room. "Then… I'll be just a moment."
Liberty watched as he rushed to the restroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Waiting patiently, she slowly counted to thirty, just as England had instructed. Upon reaching the last digit, she walked towards the bathroom and yanked the door open.
White smoke billowed out of the room and assaulted her senses. Covering her face and coughing, she waved her hand and stepped away, waiting for the smoke to clear when a figure emerged. Britannia, in adult form, stumbled out of the smoke. Shaking his head softly, as if to clear out invisible cobwebs, he moved forward out of the smoke and into the lobby, complete with white toga, two large wings, a star-wand clutched in his right hand, and finally, a golden halo floating harmlessly over his head.
Lowering her hands from her face, Liberty smiled and moved towards him.
...So this is what England would look like if he was his normal, adult self. Heat curled in her chest, a fluttering, gentle feeling.
"Britannia, there you are!"
Upon hearing his name, the man jumped in surprised and turned his wide evergreen eyes to the girl. "You… who…?"
Liberty stuck her hand out. "I'm Lady Liberty, and you?"
Britannia stared at her hand in question, and then returned his gaze back to her face. "Lady… Liberty? You're not a nation?"
"I'm America's other-self… at least that's what England kept saying. He mentioned I was like you…?" Liberty made an exaggerated shrug and smiled brilliantly. "But don't worry about all that. I've heard so much about you!"
"You have?" Britannia questioned, and looked Liberty over... taking in her wavy and slightly curly blond hair, sky-bue eyes, pink lips... and eyeing the seven-spiked crown atop her head, the green gown draped across her shoulders… the way it accented her feminine curves and allowed just a hint of her bosom to show… a pink hue flooded his cheeks. "I haven't heard anything about you."
...That's because you probably know me by my real name, Columbia... but you don't have to know that...
"Well… The last time I appeared was in 1922 so it's been a while!" Liberty tried reaching for Britannia's left hand, but the magical being shrank away, shyness poured off of him in waves. "Oh come on, I won't hurt ya! Besides, I have a wish I would love for you to grant."
"I-I know… but… you're not a nation."
Liberty blinked. "…Um, yes, I'm not a nation. Is that a problem?"
"I can only grant wishes to nations."
Liberty frowned. England never mentioned this.
"Why… are you sure about that?"
"It's a series of rules I have to follow." Liberty nodded; it made sense to have a set of rules when you had the power to grant wishes. "I can only grant wishes to Nations; people like you and me, and normal humans… are not allowed."
"Well…" …I have to think of something to make England's dream come true. He's counting on me! "Britannia, the wish I wanted to ask is very important."
"Yes well… that's what they all say…" Britannia spoke matter-of-factly, looking like he heard that a lot. "But I have to follow the rules or else-"
"Or else… you'll get in trouble? By… the queen?"
Britannia's gaze widened considerably. "You know about… her?"
"She whose name is not to be uttered… yep." Liberty smiled and decided not to tell Britannia that she never listened to the rules which all magical beings were obliged to follow. Besides, following the rules was boring. "I know all about her."
...And she's never liked me very much...
"Then… you understand why I can't-"
Liberty pressed a finger to his lips when voices came from up the hall past the lobby. Deciding the lobby was no longer safe, she gripped Britannia's hand and pulled him into the men's restroom, closing the door behind them and locking it. "There, now no one can interrupt us."
"Interrupt us from what?"
Liberty turned around and found Britannia flushing a brilliant pink hue.
Is he…blushing? Liberty gazed at him, studying the pink flush that appeared to be spreading from his face under the intensity of her gaze. He is blushing!
She stepped forward, and Britannia took a step back. Eyes narrowing, she wondered why Britannia was acting like a nervous bunny, ready to bound away at a moment's notice. "Do I remind you of someone?"
He looked up at that, eyes wide and curious. "Well… it's just that… I thought I already met Alfie's other-self… Columbia… but… you call yourself Lady Liberty?" His brow furrowed. "You remind me of her, but… you're different. You're clothes are strange and that crown…? It's been a long while since I've seen her, I admit…"
…Around one hundred fifty years ago… 1860… Alfred changed after finding out that his precious southern children left… you found me broken in the corner… Liberty swallowed, trying to will the memories away. You held me… and let me cry on you.
Liberty moved across the room, her feet, encased in leather sandals, clicked against the white tile until she came to a stop before Britannia. The angel backed up as the lady moved closer, moving away until his wings hit the wall. Liberty paused a moment before gather his hands together within her own and held them to her generous bosoms.
"Britannia… the wish I'm asking isn't from me. It's from Arthur and Alfred. It's their wish."
Britannia swallowed, his eyes wavered, and appeared to be struggling to keep them on her face. "But… the rules…"
"Please Britannia."
Britannia lowered his eyes to his hands, an internal struggle going on within his evergreen eyes. A moment passed before he raised them. "Alright. If it's truly from Arthur and Alfred… then… I suppose I'll grant it. But… on one condition."
Happiness bubbling in her chest, she squeezed his hands, and grinned. "I'll do anything!"
Britannia returned his gaze to her face, their eyes meeting. "Tell me what happened to Columbia…and why she disappeared after Alfred's Civil war?"
Liberty felt her smile fade. …I should have expected this, I suppose.
"Okay. I promise… Grant the wish… and I'll tell you." …Because I'm not sure how you'll react when you find out…
Liberty nodded. "Alright then, what is the wish?"
"I wish you and I were at England's personal home." Liberty stated carefully, remembering the specific wording England forced her to repeat several times.
Britannia blinked. "That…that's it?"
Liberty nodded. "Yep. That's their wish!"
"Oh… well… I thought it might have been something more serious, considering it came from Arthur and Alfred."
"It is serious but… it's a long story. I'll tell you all about it… in time."
Britannia nodded, his eyes curious, and raised his wand.
There was a sudden flash of blinding light, a dull roar flooding her ears, and then darkness consumed them both.
Gasping, Liberty opened her eyes and looked around. Flowers and roses surrounded them. The air felt thick with water, very much unlike the dry desert air, and tasted of fresh grass and sweet rose dew.
"England's garden." Britannia announced with a smile. "You didn't specify exactly where you wanted to be… and this is my favorite place… so I brought us here."
Liberty gazed at the green grass and rose bushes that surrounded them and returned the smile. "I can see why you like it so much!" Moving away from him, she stepped to a cleared, grassy area and knelt on the ground, falling into a cross-legged position. "Why don't we… sit... so I can fulfill my promise?"
Britannia watched her curiously for a moment before he followed and took a seat beside her. Liberty pressed the green satin-like fabric between her fingers, rolling it against each other nervously. Liberty swallowed the lump down her throat, where it settled into an uncomfortable ball within her chest.
"You… wished to know what happened to Colombia?"
"Yes." Britannia's voice came clearly. "The last I saw her was so long ago. It was sometime during Alfred's Civil War… she…"
Britannia's voice fell away as Liberty stared into the grass at her feet.
Bloody Lane… Antietam… Union… Those words echoed through her mind as she remembered coming to in a ditch beside a road. She looked down and found herself covered in a dark blue uniform, dirtied and soaked in blood. Breathing short, gasping breathes, she gingerly touched her belly, and it felt as if she were rubbing her fingers in ground beef. Throat clenching, she woodenly turned over; the muscles in her abdomen not working properly, and propped herself up with her hands and rifle. Along the road were thousands of dead bodies… Union… Confederate… she stared at them and found no difference. …I wandered away from the woods and collapsed on the banks of Antietam creek… I sat against the tree and you came to me… Britannia knelt beside her and stared at her body. Reaching forward, he touched her belly, her arm, her face and caressed her cheek, brushing the matted, gold locks away.
He called her name, Colombia, and told her to make the wish he'd offered years ago at the beginning. I don't care for the rules, he'd said after she questioned him, I don't like to see you broken. She'd refused, and told him this wasn't something that could be solved with a wish. I am Union… I have to fight… even if it will be the death of me. Britannia recoiled harshly, his evergreen eyes angry. Standing, he cursed her stupidity and thick-headedness, and stormed off in a cloud of smoke.
"Liberty… Liberty…"
She looked up and turned to focus on Britannia. "I was Colombia… but… I am Lady Liberty now. I have Colombia's memories and physical looks…but I have my own personality… Lady Liberty's personality."
Britannia's eyes widened, his body growing still.
"You probably know… at least from when you've talked to Alfred… that his Civil War changed him. Before the war and then after the war… he's different. The same happened with Colombia. I guess… you could say she… died, but… when Francis gave Alfred the Statue of Liberty for his 100th birthday… well…" Liberty waved her arm about, pointing to her crown and gown. "This is what you get."
"You're…?" Britannia swallowed thickly. "You were… Colombia?"
Liberty nodded and grasped his left hand, tugging it to her lap. "I was… but now I'm Lady Liberty."
"I… You…"
"I know." Liberty tugged him closer to her and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You don't have to say anything."
Britannia pulled his left arm from her grip and wrapped it around her shoulders. Burying his face into her hair, he breathed in deeply, smelling sunshine, wheat fields and something uniquely American that seemed to permeate Lady Liberty just as much as it did Alfred. "I… I'm glad you're here. I'm glad… I got to see you… again. Even if… I… Oh Liberty…"
Liberty smiled and, feeling a rush of heat fluttering in her gut, leaned forward and pushed him to the grass. Sliding her legs over him, she straddled his hips, the green dress riding up past her knees, revealing two sun-kissed thighs. Reaching up, she gently lifted the heavy crown from her head and set it a safe distance away, and, plucking Britannia's wand from his hand, she set it inside the crown for safe keeping.
"But- Lib-"
"Shhh~…" She pressed two fingers to his pink lips. "Don't worry… I know how you are when it comes to… physical activities…" With that said, Liberty grasped the bottom of her dress and tore it off in one fell swoop without pause or ceremony. "Let me…?"
The pink hue from earlier raged into a red blush, spreading across his cheeks to his ears. Opening his mouth, he tried to speak but it came out garbled as his green eyes settled on the thin, white shift, barely concealing her body.
Grasping his hands, she moved them under the thin white cloth and placed them on each naked hip. Allowing a tiny smile to grace her face, she placed her hands on his flat belly and rubbed them up his chest, causing his toga to push past his hips, weaved them around his neck and capturing his lips with an open mouth kiss, messy and full of tongue. Wet, soft sounds came past their lips until he broke away with a gasp. A sigh escaped her pink lips as Britannia's hands moved up her sides, and down her back. Startled at his sudden desire to touch her, Liberty rolled her hips and ground herself against him, earning a breathless moan. Licking a trail from his lips and down his jaw, she nibbled on his earlobe and sucked on the delicate skin beneath.
Their breathless sighs and moans melded together, the two kissing and touching, running their fingers over every available surface until she pulled away and grasped his dripping length. Watched with eyes at half-mast, Britannia clutched her hips and moaned at the slick heat encasing him. The garden melted away, leaving only the two gasping and moaning together, her hips rising and slamming down with a slap of sweaty skin, puncturing the gasps forced from her lungs. He drove into her until the crescendo became too much, and the two collapsed into one another, kissing and touching as the raw hunger left them, leaving a wake of warm, lingering touches and whispered sweet nothings.
Bird song seeped through the layers of sleep. Whimpering softly, England scrunched his face and peeled his eyes open. Two soft globes of flesh, barely concealed, entered his vision. Glancing around, he found himself laying on top of Liberty, using her ample chest as a makeshift pillow. Blushing, he slowly extracted himself from Liberty's arms, swept his eyes over the current surroundings, and smiled.
It worked! He grasped Liberty's arm and shook it until she whined and turned over. "Wake up! We have to go into the house!"
England stood, feeling a wave of giddiness wash over him. All I need are my spell books and my wand, and this will all be over!
Liberty finally heaved an irritated sigh and sat up. "It's too early…" She blinked, her eyes puffy from sleep and turned to glare at England. "I like Britannia more. He listens to me…"
England resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "You mean he's easier for you to control and to order around?"
Liberty frowned and opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. She slowly closed her mouth and, shooting another glare at England, turned around to put her green gown on.
"Come on, let's go inside."
England walked to the backdoor and muttered a few words in old English. A glow surrounded the lock as there was a loud click. He quickly opened the door and waited for Liberty to follow him into the house.
"So this is your home?" Liberty looked around the kitchen, staring at the décor, a seamless mixture of old and new. "Its… you."
England scoffed, but it came out as a snort in his child form. "You would say something like that. Now my wand should be in the upstairs room…"
The small boy rushed away from the kitchen, through the dining room, and pounded up the stairs. Liberty followed with a much slower pace, taking the time to soak in the sights and smells of England's home. Eventually she went to the second floor, following England's excited voice.
"It's here, it has to be here!" Liberty stepped into the room as England emptied a closet full of books, jars and other odds and ends. Seeing a group of objects sitting clustered together on the floor, Liberty knelt and touched them, picking one up and opening it. "Did you empty your pockets, England?"
"Ah- I couldn't stand it anymore! I've been holding those since that cop pulled us over for speeding!" More books flew from the closet and slammed into the wall. "It's just some personal things that belong to America and I- damnit! It's in this room, I know it! I was just using it before I left for Vegas…"
The young boy ran from the closet, kicking aside stacks and mounds of books to open another closet. "I bet Rosie hid it again…!"
Liberty shook her head, not understanding England's relationship with his imaginary friends at all, and picked up a thick, black leather wallet. She opened it and found several government I.D.s, all with her male-self pictured on them. Smiling, she picked through the pockets, looking at the different cards and picture when a piece of paper slipped out. The paper was folded together many times, the creases severe and warping the paper as she tugged it free. Quick, scribbling fragments were on the paper all under the underlined heading of "England – September 1948".
-said he prefers the quiet scenery to the busy, loud noises of the city, get a room that's not on the strip… -ask Nevada where the good bars and shows are… make sure the food at the hotel is good?-
"I know it's around here somewhere-"
"England?"
An annoyed, but youthful sigh came from the closet. "Yes, Liberty?"
"…Did… America have any plans for you? You know… did he want to do anything two nights ago?"
"Hmm? Well… he did mention something about wanting to go out … but it was too bloody hot to do anything. I just wanted to cool off but he kept insisting… the git."
England grumbled, and overturned a box. "Ah-ha! I knew it was in here! I'll have to talk to the faeries again about taking and hiding my things-… Liberty? Something wrong?"
Liberty blinked and realized she was staring at England. "Oh- well…" She stuffed the paper back into the wallet. "I… um…"
England stared at her, taking a cautious step. "Liberty?"
"When did you and America… get together?"
"Get together?" England parroted. "What do you mean?"
"Well…" Liberty dug her fingernails into the black leather of the wallet. "Like… when did you get together… as… a couple?"
"Ah-…" England stuttered, his round cheeks turning pink. "Why… would you want to know that?"
"Just curious."
"Well… it was after World War 2… er- late 1940s." England amended after realizing Liberty wasn't around through the second world war. "And it was right after summer… early fall, I believe. Why?"
"You forgot."
"Forgot what?"
Honestly, she's been fine for this entire trip, and now she's upset over something? England kept his face neutral and counted to ten. "Tell me what's wrong?"
"I already did." Liberty pressed her pink lips together and frowned. "You forgot."
"Forgot what?" England repeated. "We're here and I have my wand!" He raised it before her for good measure. "What more could we need?"
Hands trembling, Liberty opened America's wallet, dug the paper she stuffed in the folds moments earlier and threw it at him. "That's what you forgot!"
"Wha-?" England barely got a word out before Liberty flung the wallet at him, turned and stormed from the room. "Wait!"
What the hell is her problem? He picked the paper up from the floor, unfolding it to see America's chicken-scratch handwriting. This is what she's so upset about?
He scanned the document, his eyes finally landing on the heading and reading the fragmented sentences below.
Oh.
Oh.
Carefully refolding it back into its original shape, he dropped the paper to the floor and raised his wand over his head.
Liberty slammed the back door behind her and stomped through the garden and into the tiny grove of trees that grew on the land behind England's home of more than two hundred years. That paper was something America wanted… wished for… it was a dream. He wanted to celebrate the anniversary of him and England's… relationship? Something twitched within her chest and fell to the pit of her belly. I helped England's dream come true… but I broke America's in doing so… maybe if I had wished for Britannia to change me back into America instead of wishing to go to England's home…
She sighed and finally looked around. Trees surrounded her, the wet smell of grass, earth and flowers flooding her nose, she found a bare spot at the foot of a thick tree and collapsed on her bottom, not bothering to fold her legs under her.
I failed… The one thing I'm good at doing… and it's ruined. I failed at being Colombia… and now I've failed as Lady Liberty-
"What are you doing?"
Liberty looked up and found England staring down at her. Only instead of a young, chubby child who barely came to her upper thigh, was a tall man, dressed in brown dress pants and a white button up shirt. Her cheeks grew hot at the striking resemblance to Britannia.
"I-I…"
"Is that a pout I see?" England raised a thick eyebrow. "You ran from me, and now you're pouting?"
"I'm not pouting!" Liberty stood and found that even as an adult, she was still slightly taller than England. "I'm angry."
"Then why are you crying?"
"I-I'm not…" Liberty touched her cheeks and found them wet. "…I…?"
England tugged a white cloth from his pocket and wiped the wetness from her cheeks. "I guess… you and America are not completely identical after all."
Liberty stared at him and frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
"It's just…" England tried masking a smirk. "America wouldn't be caught dead crying like this. As far as I know… the only people who've seen him cry is Canada and his own states…"
Liberty frowned. "So? I'm crying! Big deal!" She tore the handkerchief from him and furiously rubbed the tears from her eyes. "You don't have to be such a dried up pill about it!"
England quirked an eyebrow at the slang, but wisely said nothing.
"I mean… sometimes people need to cry! Everyone does!" Liberty glared at him. "This is all your fault anyway!"
"Yes, it is my fault."
"So don't try to disagree-… wait… you… agree with me?"
"Yes… and… I'm sorry." England admitted, the reluctance ringing clear in his voice.
Liberty frowned back at him, her eyes growing misty. "I'm not the one to apologize to."
"I felt it was necessary." England admitted. "Isn't making dreams come true you're… strength?"
"…It was." Liberty wiped at her eyes once more. England frowned at her and Liberty quickly amended her statement. "It is."
"That's right. It is."
Liberty smiled and closed her eyes.
"Ah- Ow! England-… wait… huh?" America looked around, clutching his precious Nantucket, his huge blue eyes searching the change in surroundings. "Uh… where…?"
"Finally."
"Hey!" America looked up with a smile and found adult England looking down at him. "You're old again!"
"Yes I'm…" England frowned and grabbed the tiny nation by the back of his shirt and picked him up, holding him in his arms. "Normal again."
"You're old. Admit it." America smiled and looked around. "So where are we and what happened to Kidzone?"
"We're on the back lot behind my home."
"So we made it to England?" America wrapped his small arms around England's neck, finding a comfortable spot on his chest. "I guess that's good… hey, did I-"
"You changed into Lady Liberty."
"Yeah… about that…" Alfred grinned sheepishly. "I guess I never told you about her, huh?"
England glanced at him with a frown, but headed back to the house.
"So… how did we-?"
"I'll tell you later. First, I…" The two finally came to England's garden, where they walked through and up to England's back porch. "…need to fix something."
England marched through the home, making his way upstairs where he set America down in the room. "There… stand here and don't move."
America stood in the middle of the room and stared at England suspiciously. He's acting weird… I hope Liberty didn't do anything bad while she was in control…
England muttered a string of words that sounded jumbled and tapped his wand on America's head. There was a pop, and the room suddenly grew smaller, the clothes that fit him grew unbearably tight and tore to shreds. The air rushed from his lungs in a wheezing cough, and dizziness flooded him.
"Ugh… geeze…" America gasped, clutching his chest. "Coulda' warned me about this!"
"Get dressed in those clothes, I have to do another spell."
America gawked at him, and felt a breeze on his lower regions. Blushing he turned around and tore off the remains of the clothes that still clung to him. "Another spell? For what?"
"Just get dressed, we don't have time."
"Time for what? What are we doing?" America picked up the clothes, noticing there was no underwear included, and with a rush of embarrassed excitement, slid the pants on. "Everything's fine now, right?"
"Quiet, I can't concentrate."
America threw the shirt on, noticing how tight it was across his chest and shoulders, and turned around. "But-"
"Quiet."
America frowned and pressed his lips together. "I just want to know what's going on-"
There was a flash of light, the room shifted ninety degrees and a high-pitched ringing flooded his ears before he landed headfirst on something soft. Nausea consumed him as a set of surroundings came into focus. Groaning, he reached for something to clutch and rolled off the bed.
"Ah… there we are. Back in our old hotel room."
"W-what the hell?" America clutched his stomach and blinked to stop the dizziness. "D-…did you just… beam us somewhere? What are you, Dr. Who or something?? Tony does that crap and I hate it-"
"Teleportation is the proper description." England smoothed the front of his shirt and checked his watch, unphased by America's commentary. "I hate doing it because it drains me but time is of the essence-"
"Okay… okay. That's it. We're not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on." America forced the nausea down and stood, finally recognizing the surroundings. "We're back in Vegas…?"
"Liberty helped me remember something important." England set his wand down and crossed the room to where America was standing. "I forgot what time of year it was…and why you seemed dead set on bringing me here to this place."
England pulled America's wallet from his pocket and pulled the folded paper out. America stared at it for a moment, uncomprehending, until realization dawned and he tore the paper from England's grasp in embarrassment.
"I…" The words died from England's mouth as he stared at the paper. "I… think it's wonderful to… celebrate it."
"It was supposed to be a surprise." America stuffed the paper back into his pocket; a red blush lighting up his face. "I-"
"-I'd like to." England sputtered, his previous determination failing him. "To celebrate… I mean. It's been a while since we've done anything like… that… and… I guess it'll be… nice. Yes."
America stared at him and cracked a smile. "Well… good! Uh… meet me in the lobby downstairs?"
England nodded. "S-sure…"
An awkward silence followed and, unable to say anymore, England turned away with red cheeks, and fled the room.
America stared at his retreating form and smiled.
Thanks, Liberty.
Epilogue/Omake
"-and the smoke from your transformation set the fire alarms off-"
"No way!" America laughed, spearing his steak with a fork and started sawing at it with his knife. "How long were we outside?"
"They didn't let us back in until late… I think it was past midnight." England picked at his food, eating the steamed vegetables. "We got inside and the next morning I tried having Liberty drive us to the airport."
America grinned and stuffed a piece of steak into his mouth after dipping it in the sauce.
The two had spent the day visiting and traveling around Vegas. America made sure to avoid the touristy areas, taking side streets and back exits to quickly get in and out of the various clubs, shows, exhibits and restaurants.
"You actually let her drive?" America chuckled and started sawing at his steak once more. "What happened next?"
"The cops pulled us over for speeding." England deadpanned, not enjoying the rehash of events in the slightest. "Liberty admitted she had no driver's license, the cop handcuffed her and-"
"-and I saved their asses."
America and England looked up, finding Nevada standing before them with a half burned cigarette hanging from his mouth.
"Nice to see you back to normal, Dad."
"Wha-… Nevada?"
America stared at the teenager, his spine stiffening, and then turned to England. "You called him?"
"I had no choice-"
"I told you I didn't want to ask my kids for help!"
"Then you would rather I be sent to the juvenile detention center??"
"No!"
England slammed the fork to the table. "Then why are you being so difficult?"
"Because-"
"-It's un-heroic." Nevada took a drag and sighed, blowing smoke over their heads. "Anyone ever say that you two fight like an old married couple?"
"That's right! I'm the one my kids should turn to for help, not the other way around." America turned and glared at the state. "…And didn't you pass a law recently that made it illegal for you to smoke in here?"
"Just remember that you owe me." Nevada smirked around his cigarette, not allowing his father to change the subject. "I may need your backup when California and I get into another argument."
"Another argument-… would it kill either of you to get along for once?" America turned back to England. "Now do you see why I didn't want to call him? Or the others??"
"And you don't think that I deal with the same arguing and feuding all the time back home?" England stated with an incredulous look and picked up his fork again. "As I said before, I had no choice."
America huffed and crossed his arms. If he only knew what it's like to deal with all 50 of them during meetings…
"Alright, fine. I'll keep it in mind." America shot a look to Nevada. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like a little peace and quiet with England before I have to deal with your brothers and sisters."
"Yeah, yeah… anniversary and all, gotcha." Nevada extracted his cigarette from his lips, and smothered it on an empty plate. "Talk to ya later Dad. I'm off to play the craps table…"
America stared at the cigarette butt and released a heavy, defeated sigh. "…I hate it when he does that."
"Cute kid. He has your lovely… outgoing nature." England turned to America with a rueful smile. "But… I was wondering…"
America wrapped the cigarette butt in a napkin and crushed it. "Hmm?"
"He looks…"
England couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy deep within his chest.
"An awful lot like Spain."
~(end)~
Note: And the crazy, crackiness is finally over! Hopefully I didn't ruin my reputation too badly with this, lol. Thanks for all the alerts, fav's and what not. Also, reviews/comments are love :)
Historical Stuff:
Union - Many of you may already know this, but for those who aren't familiar with the American Civil War, the "Union" was a name for the states who remained with the original American Government and didn't break away to join the Confederate States of America
Antietam (Battle of Antietam) – "(also known as the Battle of Sharpsburg, particularly in the South), fought on September 17, 1862, near Sharpsburg, Maryland, and Antietam Creek, as part of the Maryland Campaign, was the first major battle in the American Civil War to take place on Northern soil. It was the bloodiest single-day battle in American history, with about 23,000 casualties" (From Wikipedia). This battle was also a major turning point in the war for the Union, as it was a victory that helped show the world (France and England were thinking of interfering with the war if there was no clear victory for the Union) that the Union may have a chance of winning the war, despite all the uncertainty. [/history nerd]
Bloody Lane – During the battle of Antietam, "The carnage from 9:30 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. on the sunken road gave it the name Bloody Lane, leaving about 5,600 casualties (Union 3,000, Confederate 2,600) along the 800-yard (700 m) road" (From Wikipedia). And if you're a history nerd (like me) they have pictures on wikipedia (on the Battle of Antietam page) that shows what it looked like in the aftermath, and what it looks like today.