Disclaimer: Yep, you so want me to own Hetalia. Riiight.
You know those times when you wake up and have no idea what happened? Like a giant cloud off fuzz balls are covering your ears, eyes, mouth, nose, and thought process? Alfred was having one of those times. His head was pounding and he couldn't seem to stand up; his legs kept shaking and failing to hold him upright.
Suddenly, in a blinding flash the events of last night flashed through Alfred's mind. He remembered the beer tent and dancing and England... Right. Alfred attempted to stand again but failed, instead voting to crawl over to the sink and prop himself up. He lifted his arms up and rested them on the edge to help haul up his body.
Once Alfred had raised himself to standing in an upright position he looked in the mirror. And promptly saw a wolf. Cut and dry, he, Alfred F. Jones, was a snowy white wolf with lilac-blue eyes and black rimming on his ears. A glance down told him that the rimming was also on on his forepaws-wow, that was weird to think, he had forepaws-and on the tip of his tail that curled shamelessly between his legs.
So... I am a wolf. A wolf. Wolf. Hm. Odd. Alfred glance over at the door and was a few claw marks on it. Sweeping his eyes lower he discovered a pile of torn clothes that had previously been on his human body. They were bloody. What the hell happened to me? Alfred cried out in his mind.
In answer to his question, his magic swelled and washed over his body, enlightening him to all the various changes that had taken place in the night. There were several alarming aspects: first his bones were in very different positions, second even if he was currently a wolf he was a freaky mutant wolf that was way too big, and third he was... Ah, shit. Now it's one thing to be turned into a wolf but an entirely different matter to be turned into a wolf with your gender not following through the transformation. So that's why there was blood. (AN: I like to connect all my stories somehow... and honestly, you see my pen name? What else were you expecting?)
Alfred growled at his magic, it should have been able to prevent the foreign spell from rotting a previously laid spell! As if in an indignant response to the accusation, Alfred's magic swirled and popped up an image of subterfuge. It always amazed Alfred how magic communicated but, it was an undeniably clear meaning. Alfred's magic temporarily dropped a spell so that if he was discovered, well actually, he wouldn't be. But still, a little consulting with him might have been nice.
Alfred pushed himself-yes he can still refer to himself as a he dammit!-off the sink and trotted over to the door. His legs seemed to know how to move perfectly well now that he knew what type of legs they were. So leaning his head against the door he pushed until the lock broke free of the wood and the door swung open. Yep, still got my strength.
Alfred then slow slunk out of the beer tent-Why are they called that? several of them are fancy buildings not cloth tents- avoiding any workers cleaning up or setting up for the next day. Once out of the are that the festival was taking place, Alfred stood under the shade of a large tree, and promptly emptied his bowels. Gotta go when ya gotta go.
Since all bright ideas or realizations appear in Alfred's head at random, awkward, inappropriate times, Alfred suddenly realized that he was supposed to be a college student. And that he had left bloodied, torn clothes in a bathroom after missing taking his friends home. Also, to put a cherry on top, he had absolutely no way to let his boss man know what had happened.
Now, since heroes do not panic, that is not what Alfred did. Nor did he run away since that is also very un-heroic. Not at all. Screw it, he completely lost it and broke into a full-out run in a random direction.
Worried thoughts flashed before Alfred's eyes as he swung his legs back and forth, pumping them like an Olympic runner. His new smooth gait allowed him to focus on all the things that went wrong in his plan and all the things that will and can go wrong. How did everything go so bad so quickly? Why did one small bump into a fellow nation turn into a threatening situation? And to think, Alfred was so close to actually pulling this off fault free. Why did that one scientist hate Alfred so much? Why did he have to make that law that was all like, "If it can it will," or something.
Alfred slammed his paws out in front of him and slid to a stop. What was he thinking? This self-pity he had was disgusting. He was a wolf now. He had never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself. And now Alfred F. Jones was a wild thing. If he had to fall frozen from a bough then he will do it without ever having felt sorry for himself.
Will new determination Alfred set out again in a much slower lope, eyes scanning his surroundings and mind processing information. The sun was in a different position than when he had first started out; it was now three maybe four hours later in the day. He passed a road sign that mentioned Berlin on it. I can't believe I ran nearly three hundred and thirteen miles. Alfred thought to himself. Since he was nearing Berlin Alfred decided the best case of action would be to seek out Germany. Good thing he knew where he lived, having been over there a few times throughout history.
Will a plan of action Alfred pondered his situation as a wolf. How long will this last? What about my people? What effect does being a female wolf have on me? Alfred did not know even the beginning to those few questions but his magic decided to take pity on him and flashed an image of an hourglass to him. The glass contained black sand that fell through from top to bottom at a slow, methodical , leisurely pace. There was a fraction of sand resting on the bottom half, but t was completely dwarfed compared to the amount on the top. Alfred thanked his magic for a way to keep track of when he would turn back. That was probably the best feature of America's magic compared to that of England's: his was living and loyal. He did not have to worry about a spell gone wrong or casting a harmful spell unwillingly; his magic knew him and he knew it, so no thoughts or words would be misinterpreted nor could an unintentional casting be let loose into the world. Alfred immersed himself in the magic like it was a fluffy pillow, trusting it would take care of him just as he took care of it.
Eventually Alfred slowed to a long strided walk when he entered the property of the personification of Germany. Germany owned a stretch of land with a quaint house and a big backyard with a tall fence around it that ruined the innocent nondescript aura of the house and it's flower garden. Alfred knew the house was within walking distance of a park and subway system. He had passed both getting to the house.
By now the sun was low in the sky but no one appeared to be home. The house was dark and still. Alfred aught scent of Germany's dogs-Dogs! He might have a doggie door! With a renewed hope, Alfred took a running start and leaped over the tall fence. He soared over the top and landed smoothly. Before he could congratulate himself on the landing, loud barking assaulted his ears.
Alfred looked up just as three dogs charged at him. He felt his hackles raise and his tail go straight. The dogs were cornering him at the fence, penning him in and forcing the terms to be theirs. Deciding his best bet was to hold his ground, Alfred stood straight and examined the dogs that surrounded him.
The most obvious dog was the German Shepherd, it was the tallest, most striking, and had the loudest bark. His lips were curled back revealing long teeth and his stance was obviously aggressive but his eyes showed a light of curiosity and Alfred instantly knew he would not attack. The second dog was a Golden Retriever who was covered in mud and even though he was barking his head off at Alfred, his tail gave a soft wag. It was the third dog, the black Dachshund, that looked serious. He snarled at Alfred like a beast out of hell.
"Who are you?" the German Shepherd asked, "Why are you here?"
Alfred blinked. Well, today was full of surprises. But he was right about that dog being curious.
"Ugh, I am...," Alfred decided that these dogs wouldn't tell anybody so, "I am America. The nation, just like Germany and Prussia. But I kind of got turned into a wolf. That ah..."
"Cool," The Golden Retriever said. "Call me Aster, Mr. Grumpy is Blackie and my pal over here who acts like a cat is Berlitz."
The dogs were no longer growling so Alfred allowed himself to sit down. Blackie huffed indignantly and growled, "What? you think you're welcome here? If the Master did not know you were coming then you are most certainly not welcome."
"Oh come on Blackie!" Aster rolled his eyes, "Learn to live a little. He obviously is who he claims to be, smells like a nation, and Master will welcome hi-" He cut off and looked at me strangely. He moved in closer and started sniffing Alfred with vigor. His tail started thrashing wildly back and forth, making a cool breeze fluff Berlitz's fur.
"What is it?" Berlitz asked the question on Alfred's mind. Seriously, why was this hyper dog sticking his nose- Whoa~!
Alfred snapped at Aster, forcing him to back up and remove his nose from Alfred's rear end. Alfred pinned his ears back and growled out, "Personal space bub."
Blackie barked out at Alfred for nipping at one of his pack. Alfred paid him no mind, instead he listened to the sound of footsteps thump on the front porch and a key being turned in a lock.
"Sounds like someone is home," Alfred began. He turned to look at each dog individually as he continued, "I need a place to stay until I change back. If you can help me, I that would be very much appreciated."
Berlitz considered Alfred then said, "Blackie." Who then instantaneously latched his maw onto Alfred's left leg. Alfred howled in surprise and pain.
"What are you doing?" he hissed at the dogs. Blackie responded smoothly like it was completely obvious, "Helping you. Submit and act innocent." Then he promptly jumped onto him and Aster charged in as well. They barked and growled as Alfred tried to do as instructed by Berlitz.
He could hear shouting coming from the house and a door slamming. Strong hands pulled the dogs off of Alfred and dragged them back. Alfred laid still on the ground, ears flat and doing his darnest to look like a helpless, harmless little wolf. Eyes cracked open slightly he caught a glimpse of the dogs being locked in a kennel and then booted feet striding carefully toward him.
"Easy," a deep voice soothed. Alfred lifted his head slightly and met the gaze of Germany. Abruptly Alfred was very aware of how extremely pathetic he must look. As Germany reached a cautious hand out, Alfred Jumped up and snarled. That is, he tried to. Instead he surged to his feet only to tip over and yelp as he landed hard on his injured paw. He sent a simper at the German that came out more as a half-heated mewl of pain.
Great, just the image I wanted to give. Alfred thought sarcastically.
Germany just smiled softly and whispered, "Hello there. My name is Ludwig and I am just going to help you." Then he reached out again and softly scratched Alfred behind his ears. Alfred sighed and leaned into the touch. It did feel good and if Germany never found out about this whole turned-into-a-wolf thing... He yawned and then swiftly passed out, mentally and physically exhausted.
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Ok so thank you all for reading, if you haven't yet make sure you went back and read the rest of chapter one I posted last week-no I dd not skip a week I just revised and elongated my first chapter. Anyway please tell me f you think the pairing(s) I have planned are okay. And if you could, go vote on what Alfred's name will be as a wolf. I had to remake it because of my sudden inspiration to make him a she-wolf. Like I said, It's in my name. I haven't written a gender-bender in awhile and all my stories tie together, so be expecting a fem!America somewhere down the line. Just sayin'.
One last thing, review and I will love you, tell me what movie/poem/character in that movie that I referenced and I will write the next chapter for you. There was a reference in the last chapter too... no one got it. shade.