London quietly approached the oak doors, which led to the large meeting room which was previously used by England back in World War Two. It was hardly a flashy place to be, with old wooden furniture and cold stone walls, but it was well hidden and protected them well against the madness of the German bombs and spies. Alexa only hoped it would now hide them from the terrorists.
As she entered the historical room, any decorum and common sense of the meeting had clearly already fallen into decay. China was sat quietly on the left side of the table; he would occasionally cough or moan in pain, the only sign that the dying country was even still conscious. Apparently Beijing was the only place left standing, and even she was beginning to fall at the hand of the terrorists. England was sat next to him, shouting insults in-between swear words at the French man, Francis, opposite him. Next to the retaliating French man was poor Canada, holding onto his polar bear looking almost horrified. Perhaps it was because she was a city, and lower than Canada, or maybe it was because she had formed such an important friendship with him, whatever the reason Alexa couldn't ignore Canada or just mistaken him, especially not for America! Never!
Sitting down next to England, London slammed down the files she had with a large 'bang', bringing silence to their pointless argument.
"Ah, London you're here." Arthur said trying to retain some of his professionalism. She sighed; he only ever talked to her like a business partner, no longer her older brother.
"How's the boarder holding up?" London asked France,
"Not good." He replied solemnly
"My dear Paris was attacked and almost defeated this time, I don't know how much longer we'll be able to hold up, their weapons seem endless. Every time we destroy a base or army, more come within the hour!" It truly was bad.
"Erm, can't we send some of our men?"
"I'm afraid not." England stepped in,
"The only spare men we have went to America." America! He needs our help? London was about to say something, when the door crashed open and in walked the proud 'hero' that was Alfred .F. Jones, AKA The United States of America.
"Don't worry guys the hero is here!"He practically shouted as he went and sat down at the head of the table. London fell silently, suddenly unsure of herself, as the familiar heart ache arose. He's still wearing that jacket, she noted silently, he always wears that jacket.
"So I think since all of your countries are totally losing, that you should send all your troops to defend America!" This statement caused utter silence to fall across the room, as the other tried to make sense of the ridiculous and spontaneous suggestion.
"That way America will become all powered, and once we defeat the basted on my own turf, being the hero that I am, I'll help save you single handily."
"Self obsessed twat." London muttered angrily to herself. America was always so self loving, although, in the very back of her mine, Alexa knew it was the USA government speaking those words, and not Alfred himself.
"I'm doing just fine without your bloody heroics!" Arthur argued, though, it probably wasn't as true as they liked to believe. England could hold on, but in the end their resources was limited, with many of their manufacturers now cut off from them, sooner or later they would have to take desperate measure, and London doubted wooden aeroplanes would work this time*. London watched as Arthur defended the British pride. Thinking about it, London had picked up on many of England's traits over the years, but that's because she used to be so close to him, sticking by his side from the very first day.
A young girl, lost in a very dark world. Society had fallen apart, and her father, the man she loved and trusted, had left her alone in a harsh and cruel world. The dark ages truly were a terrible time. Stumbling through the woods, night had fallen Alexandria was lost, afraid and lonely. Strange sounds and noises came from all directions, and frightened her mercilessly. Shivering she found a large oak tree to which she curled up too for shelter. Wrapping her rags closer around herself she wished for nothing more than a friend, and as if by magic, in the sky next to her appeared a green bunny with wings.
"What are you?" The creature only laughed, and began to fly away. With heightened interest, the little girl followed it.
"Wait! I want to know what you are!" She stumbled through the darkness, following the green glow ahead of her, desperate for a friend, someone who would stay by her.
"Wai-" she was cut off as her foot reached a root, and she began to stumble down a large, rocky hill. In the darkness she couldn't tell what she was hitting, or whether she was spinning or not, everything began to blur as her body smashed against the ground. She finally came to a halt when she landed upon something soft and squishy.
"Hey ow!" A young male voice cried from below her, Alexandria jumped back in horror letting out a small whimper. In these desperate times you couldn't trust anyone
"England!" A squeaky voice cried, as the flying bunny appeared in the middle of clearing, lighting up the dark scene, finally giving Alexandria a clear view of the boy she landed on. He had blonde hair and fuzzy eyebrows, and shared no resemblance to her apart from his rather pale skin. The boy, who was only a few years older than Alexandria, smiled up at the bunny, before turning to face the strange girl who had landed upon him,
"Who are you?" he asked gently.
"A Alexandria, I mean, I'm Londinium, well, I'm b both, I I…" She shivered in fear, after her father abandoned her, London had become very lonely, and such isolation caused her to be shy, and unsure of herself.
"Hey it's okay, I won't hurt you." The boy approached her and knelt down in front of where she sat.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, placing a hand on her forehead, causing her overgrown fringe to ride up. Looking at her, he fell silent, before whispering,
"We have the same eyes…"
It was then and there Alexandria promised herself she would become strong and great, she would be the best city she could, so that England would be proud of her, and so that he would never leave her alone. She got so close, she really did. Then it happened. Him! He had everything she wanted, and he then threw it away. Destroyed it all. Her country went into shock, and no longer was she allowed to call Arthur her big brother. She cracked. For the one thing she was scared of, was losing everything again. Being abandoned in a cruel world by herself, yet once again. She had to learnt she did not belong in the world of countries, for she was no more than a city.
"So I believe we should fight under the flag of red, white and blue!" America declared, snapping Alexa out her dream, and snapping the final straw.
"Those were the British colours first." London snarled behind gripped teeth.
"Huh?" The other countries had forgotten London was even in the room. In fact, in recent years London had felt herself become like Canada, a ghost in the eyes of countries. The angered London rose from her chair, and slammed her hands against the table.
"Red, white and blue are on the British flag you twit!" London's original, highly posh and educated accent leaked through.
"And it's quite clear you no longer need me. So if you'll please excuse me, I have real work to do." London stormed out, only catching England shout a distant
"London!" as she left. It's always London. He never calls me Alexandria anymore, she thought sorrowful, I just hope we're not attacked by bombs again. She couldn't go through it again, not after World War Two, not again.
-* In World War Two Britain (In short) was running out of aeroplanes, so they built wooden aeroplanes in order to fool Hitler into believing they had more resources than they did. This saved their ass's just, and could have easily failed. If Hitler had been wiser and continued with a brutal air attack, Britain would've lost the war.