Oh hey, second update.
1:37 AM
"What the hell… Where did Maria go? Where did my damsel in distress go? I can't be her savior if she's not here!" Alfred's mind was filled with questions. Mostly about how he can't be Philippines hero if she was not there.
His talk with China ended just about two minutes ago, said man gave the American a 35-minute long sermon. He was pretty pissed off, Alfred knows…China was blaming him because Maria was gone. "Why me? I'm the hero! Geez, China never appreciates the hero. Can't he see that I'm the one who always helps Philippines when she's facing problems?"
He sighed and slumped on his seat; America brought out his phone and flipped it open, he scrolled down his contacts list and dialed the number of one of his detectives. "Cooper!"
Over the line, a man replied. "Yes…Mr. Jones?" Judging by his tone, Cooper was tired.
'Sorry man, but the FBI never sleeps…and you must follow the orders of your fatherland!' Alfred thought. Weeeeell…he did have a point there. Crime never sleeps, so the FBI shouldn't slack around too. Alfred gave an amused laugh and gave the man on the other end of the line an order. "Bring your best detectives, and find the Republic of the Philippines! You know her, right? Awesome. I need a report in 24 hours!" He wasn't THAT cruel to give only 12 hours. America was the hero, so he's being nice to his people. Adorable, ain't it?
"Yes sir!"
The nation then hung up…and crashed on the floor. What do you expect? It was 1:37 in the morning!
9: 28 AM
"M…-ria…"
"Mr. Jones, wake up…Um, sir? Please wake up…The president is here to see you." A maid shook Alfred's shoulder slightly; she looked at him with worry for the fact that the president might get mad at him for oversleeping again. "Five more minutes…"
The maid sighed, "Mr. Jones, the president will-."
"Alfreeeeed! Get up and get dressed…NOOOOOOW!" A chubby blonde man in formal attire barged in and yelled, prompting the nation to stir wide awake and jump off of his bed. America saluted as the president of the United States faced him and looked like he was waiting for Alfred to say 'Sir, yes Sir!' which the nation did not say at all. Hey, he always believed that the nation was the boss and not the other way around.
"Hello, this is Arthur Kirkland. Is Maria there?" England asked over the telephone.
"I'm sorry sir, but you must've dialed the wrong number." A voice unknown to the European nation spoke, which took England by surprise. It was a woman with a British accent, which aroused his curiosity as to why the woman had Maria's cell number. "O-oh! Is that so? I'm sorry, miss." The nation apologized and put the phone down after the other end hung up.
Arthur Kirkland, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, sat down…depressed. His curiosity aroused after Maria called him an hour ago, and he hates it when he never gets an answer…You know England. Sighing, he slumped on his seat and covered his face with his hands; Arthur groaned in frustration and asked himself silently, 'Bloody hell, Maria. What has gotten into you?'
Told ya, he's depressed.
'Why am I feeling this down…'
Well, maybe because…
'NO! No way…no waaaaaaaaaaay!'
What? We haven't said anything yet, Iggy.
"What the hell? Who are you?"
I'm your conscience.
"…WHAT? Get the f- out of my head!"
Anyway…one theory we can give as to why England is feeling down is because he is in love with the Philippines. "SHUT UP!" Sorry Arthur, but you must face the truth, and the truth hurts whether you like it or not.
"Are you some kind of demon? Get the hell out of my head!"
Arthur's thoughts were driving him crazy, and it wasn't pretty. He even banged his head to the wall a few minutes after his last line. "Shut up, you bloody wanker."
Oh? Don't be mad. It's your fault you are all bandaged up. "What the hell do you want?"
I'm narrating this chapter, [is] there a problem? "Stop controlling the flow of the story, you git." Arthur said, annoyed.
As we said a few moments ago, the nation was all bandaged up. His forehead was wrapped with gauze and his left arm was in a cast. Did we also mention that he slipped on a rug? Yeah, so he sprained his ankle. The blonde huffed in annoyance; he cannot control the voice speaking.
'Maybe I'm in soliloquy?' Uh…no.
Arthur huffed again and mumbled something under his breath. A few minutes later, the doors slammed open.
"IGGYYYYY!" Another blonde barged in with his ghost companion carrying a bear. He laughed at the sight of the English man and ROFLed at him so hard that he already LMAOed at England. "Dude! What happened to you?"
He banged his head on the wall, Alfred.
"What are you doing here, you git?" Asked Arthur, ignoring the voice who spoke to America.
"Dude…I think that was your conscience." Good job, America! You were able to read the atmosphere just this one time!
"Shut up, you bloody wanker."
"Uh, England. We were wondering if you received a message from Philippines?" America's ghost companion… "I'm no ghost. I'm America's brother, Canada." Fine. America's brother companion, Canada asked the older nation in front of him, his voice faint…barely audible to the other two nations inside the house.
"DUDE! WE WERE WONDERING IF YOU RECEIVED A MESSAGE FROM PHILIPPINES!" America yelled…the idiot, he only repeated what Cananada said awhile back. "It's Canada." Yeah, sure, fine.
England covered his ears with his hands, his face sullen at the sudden action of the American. He yelled back, "You idiot, I heard your brother say it already. No need to yell it at my ear!"
"Oh, sorry dude. Hehe, so did you?" The blue-eyed nation stared at the European with curiosity in his face. "Yes, I did. And so did every other nation in this world. Did you know? Flight Companies' sales rose by a good 70-percent in just one night."
"Maaaaaaaaariaaaaaaaaa! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?"
Short. I know, I know. It's exams week.
IMPORTANT: If you guys happen to read my old fanfics too (Pokemon, TMNT, and FMA), I plan on rewriting them. Ahahaha, to make them readable for us mature people XD (LOL, I made those when I was 11 or 12...so...yeah.)