America sat down with a tired sigh, and ran a hand through his hair. It'd already been two weeks since the start of the war, and he was starting to feel the effects of it.
He'd woken up sore and drained, despite not having really participating in any of the battles. Its not as if he hadn't tried to fight, after all it was his countrymen that were fighting each other, but no matter how many times he'd suit up and try to sneak off to the battle sight George's men were there to stop him. Apparently it was no longer acceptable for him to join in battles.
Al growled softly, his mood turning sour. If Fred got to lead his men, why couldn't he damn it? It just wasn't fair…
"Mr. Jones?" A female voice came through the door, with a soft knock.
Alfred perked up and looked towards the door with a grin. "Come in!" he called, sitting up straight in his chair, and subconsciously make sure he didn't look like a mess.
The door opened and the female stepped into the room. She was a bit short for her age, but very well endowed. She had an hour glass figure, with soft light brown hair and blue grey eyes. Alfred had had his eye on her the first time he'd seen her.
It'd been forever since he'd fooled around with anyone, and even longer since he'd actually had a serious relationship. And while being in the middle of a war probably wasn't the best time to start any relationship, there wasn't a rule against it.
"Good afternoon Linda." He greeted with a flirty grin. "Good to see you again. Don't you look lovely today?"
She nodded lightly, and kept her face professional, ignoring his slight attempt at flattery. "The president wishes for you to return to the white house, sir."
Alfred's smile slipped, and he sighed. He was starting to get a bit frustrated at his boss. None of his other bosses had ever kept such a close eye on him, but every time Alfred had tried to convince his boss to give him more freedom the man always replied with 'times have changed'. He didn't need to be sheltered for god's sake! He was a hero! And besides he'd had enough 'sheltering' growing up under the care of England, and that was enough 'sheltering' to last him a lifetime.
"Did he say why he needed me?" Alfred questioned, wondering what the presidents excuse would be now.
Linda moved some hair out of her face and breathed in deeply before answering. "Russia wants to give us their support." She explained. "Mr. President needs you back so that you can sign the pact."
Alfred blinked. Ivan was helping him? Oh god… well it could be worse, I guess… I could be getting help from Belarus…He thought, trying to repress a shudder. "I… I don't think we should be involving the other… the other countries…" He made sure not to say 'others'. Only certain people were allowed to know what he was, and while Linda was a promotion or two away from learning why he was so important, for now she'd just have to keep guessing.
"That's the presidents decision Jones." She reminded him. "Now get ready, you're to be at the white house in an hour." With that she turned around and left the room.
America sighed and stood up out of his chair. Actually, he'd rather take Belarus over Russia because she was only insane around her brother. And while he supposed he was a bit flattered that anyone would want to help him this time, he really didn't want anyone to be getting involved with this.
He'd beaten Fred once on his own, who's to say he couldn't do it again?
England lounged in the water, enjoying the feeling of being weightless. He'd always loved water, and it was one of the many reasons he'd become a pirate all those years ago.
A small smile graced his lips. He'd always been told that living in the past wasn't a good thing, but sometimes he just couldn't help it. His pirate and punk days had just been something that he'd always cherish and wish he could go back too.
For a brief moment he wondered if he was only happy when he was rebelling against his monarchs…
He chuckled lightly and dunked down in the water, wetting his sandy blond hair, turning it dark. Not that anyone could see the change. He was alone and it was well past midnight.
He didn't usually go swimming with others anyway. The last time he'd gone with anyone it had been with America, Russia, France and China and that had been in the late 20th century. And let's just say that that hadn't been the best experience he'd ever had.
He shook his head and wiped the chlorine filled water off of his eyes and opened them.
And jumped when his phone started going off.
You tell me who could make it last forever, forever.
Destiny couldn't seal our fates together.
There's a time for anger,
'Cause I still bleed from your last kiss
The war is over.
And all I need from you is this,
The hardest thing for you to give,
Your forgiveness
Arthur frowned and swam over to the edge to where his clothes were, and dug his phone out of his pocket. Sure enough it was his boss calling him, and it had to be something important if he was to be calling him at this hour.
He pressed the TALK button on his phone and held the device to his ear. "'Ello?" He answered, and picked him self up out of the pool and grabbed the small towel that he'd brought with him off of the ground.
"Good evening Mr. Kirkland. I'm sorry to be calling at such an ungodly 'our I didn't wake you did I?" The prim minister asked good naturedly.
Arthur smiled slightly, and began toweling himself off. "Oh no, I just got out of the shower." Figuring himself to be dry enough he kicked off his swimming trunks and grabbed his pants. Usually he would have never thought of changing outside in this day and age, but if anything urgent was going on he'd more than likely have to sprint to the office. "Is there a reason you're calling me this late Mr. Smith?" he asked, balancing the between his ear and his shoulder as he zipped up his pants.
Mr. Smith let out a sigh and England imagined the man was rubbing his face tiredly. "Yes actually… There – there is a reason I called." He paused, and Arthur shuddered a chill running down his spine . "The confederates want to form an alliance with us."
Yay... finally done with the second chapter.