You know I really love you guys… like seriously, all of you are nice and some of you put up with my weirdness. Thank you all for reading this and commenting so much. It makes me so incredibly giddy.
Also, America is kind of OOC in this so sorry.
OUTCASTS
"This is outrageous Tony," A blonde man balled up the map he was holding and tossed it over his shoulder. Alfred then looked at his horse and wrapped his cloak around him tighter. "I'm gone four years and everything is changed!"
The horse seemed to sigh and began walking causing some of the civilians to stop and stare. Alfred smiled at them then pushed his glasses up. A child waved and smiled back.
"Tony, do you know where to go," No reply but, of course, he wasn't expecting one. He glanced at a group of people. "Fine, lets ask them."
He slowly walked over and was about to tap someone on the shoulder when he saw what they were watching. A beautiful, blonde woman danced with a tambourine while a little blonde boy drummed and a dark-skinned girl played the flute. The woman stopped and the people clapped. Almost everyone dropped a gold piece into the hat they were using to collect money
Alfred flicked a coin into the bag. The woman paused and looked at him. Her bright green eyes were beautiful but…. Her eyebrows! "What are you staying at?" She asked.
"Nothing," Alfred smiled. "But could direct me to the Palace of Justice?" The woman's eyes darkened and the children froze in their playing.
"Are the guards so useless now that they can't even find where your boss works?" She snapped. Alfred was about to reply when a teenaged boy popped his head over the wall behind them and whistled. The trio turned around and dashed off.
The dark-skinned girl paused to pick up the hat but the coins spilled out. Alfred noticed some guards coming towards them. The blonde woman stopped and looked back, "Michelle!"
The girl looked up at the guards and clutched the bag to her chest. Alfred stepped back to watch what they were going to do. One guard kneeled and grabbed the girl's chin forcing her to look at him. "Why, you're are quite pretty," He smirked. "For a gypsy."
"What's that in her hands?" The other asked. "Gold? Did you steal it?" The blonde woman stormed over and pushed the guard holding Michelle's face away. He fell to the ground and into a mud puddle. Alfred grinned from his spot in the shadows and tried to control his laughter.
"Art-Alice!" Michelle gasped.
"Michelle," The blonde hissed. "Take Peter home." Michelle was about to object but she was silenced with a look. She stood up, the bag of coins still clutched to her chest, and ran over to the little boy from before. They disappeared down an alleyway.
"Gypsy, why did you interfere?" The guard snapped, grabbing Alice's wrist. Alfred then decided it was time to intervene.
"All right, guys," He smiled and patted one guard on the back. "I think it's time you live this pretty lady alone and go about your business."
"Who are you to tell us what to do, peasant?" The other man snapped as he stood up, drawing his sword. Alfred laughed and put his hands on his hips.
"Why? Because I'm the hero!" He moved his cape out of the way which revealed the emblem on his chest. The guard's immediately gave a salute.
"Sorry, sir!" They yelled. Alfred nodded then looked towards Alice. He blinked rapidly for a moment: she was gone.
"It's alright, but," He grabbed Tony's reins. "Could you guys show me how to get to the Palace of Justice? I'm supposed to meet Judge Bonnefoy there by noon and escort him to the festival."
OUTCASTS
"Where are you going?" Francis smiled. He placed the basket he was holding on the table and sat down in one of the chairs. Ivan continued past him, waved, and started to walk down the stairs.
"No where, Papa," Matthew stuttered. "Ivan, Gilbert, and Ms. Eliza are going to Feast of Fools after they eat. They promised to bring me back something." Ivan paused and smirked in Matthew's direction at the lie.
Francis' smile disappeared at the mention of the Feast. "Yes, I can only stay here for a few minutes but I wanted to stop by and give your dinner as I won't be able to stop by until tomorrow," He sighed. "The Archdeacon needs help so help him. If I hear you didn't help, there will be consequences." With that, he stood up and left.
Matthew sighed and sat back in his chair. He glanced at the basket and lifted the cloth off the top: a small loaf of bread, some cheese, and a bundle of grapes was what he saw. He grabbed a grape and took off down the steps to find the Archdeacon.
"Romulus!" The blonde teen called out as his feet hit the ground floor of the cathedral. "Archdeacon, are you here?"
"Boo!" Someone said in Matthew's ear. The teen jumped and whirled around. The Archdeacon laughed at the expression on his friend's face. "Ah, I'm sorry, child."
Matthew accepted the apology and looked the Archdeacon in the eye, "Papa told me to come help you, Romulus."
"Yes, Francis told me that you would help me," The man smiled. "The only I'm doing today is supervising some proceedings."
"Supervise what?" Matthew looked confused. The Archdeacon took a cloak from behind his back and wrapped it securely around Matthew's neck.
"I'm going to supervise the festival," Romulus stated. "A few close friends of mine requested it and since you are to help me, you need to go to the festival." He started towards the door pushing the tiny teen in front of him. Matthew started to stutter as he neared the door.
He was pushed into the sunlight and for the first time in years, he saw Paris from the ground up.
A/N
I have a request for you guys which will decide the future of the story.
Should England end up with Canada or America? Leave your answer in a review.
