Ello everyone! Well after tons of thinking, here is chapter 2. (EDITED thank you for the comments, im glad some of you pointed out the dates it was a typo I made)
Rated M: Gore, Yaoi in later chapters, and language! This the cowboy days we are talking about!
I don't own Hetalia or anything else.
I didn't do much to edit this chapter, I've been kinda busy *which really isn't the greatest excuse, but oh well xD*
Chapter 2 - Run-Away Cowboys!
Arthur coughed and lifted his head up, he opened his eyes slightly and winced in a pain as he was blinded by the bright sun, "Ugh.." He groaned and sat up, rubbing the back of his head and coughed slightly, his throat felt really dry and his lips slightly chapped. He sighed and stumbled a little as he got up.
"Where the hell am I?" He looked around seeing only a never ending dry and hot desert. He blinked is disbelief and rubbed his eyes, "you got to be kidding me..."
He closed his eyes for a moment then opened them again, but the desert was still there. He looked around again then cursed, "You got to be kidding me!" He yelled and sat down with a thud.
"Please tell me this is a dream..." Arthur said to himself, "Maybe if I pinch myself.. No! What the hell am I thinking, if it hasn't vanished by now then its real... and if that is the case I need to find a town now" He looked around a little, "I guess I'll just have to get up and start walking" he got back up and started to walk a little to where he assumed was north, hoping to find a town but all he could see for miles and miles was a never ending desert.
It had been about 2 hours since he started to walk and the sun was burning into his skin, his sweat had soaked his shirt and he was getting too hot to wear his shirt, but he knew if he took it off he would burn within minutes, he unbuttoned it to at least get cooled down.
"HELP!" he yelled, "Please?!" he sighed and cursed a little about his terrible luck
"Ugh... never trust a creepy hooded guy in a bar who offers money.. should have known better.."
He paused for a minute as he saw a few shapes in the distance, he smiled thankfully, "OH! Thank god!" He started to run up to the shapes,
"Help!" He yelled at it waving his arms at it, to get whoever it was attention, which worked, the firgues started to get closer and closer to him, it appeared the figures where riding horses.. When the figures had finally approached Arthur, he soon saw that they were not what he expected. There was four Indians on their horses, aiming weapons at the poor Englishmen who was clearly not sure what to think. They looked like they just came out of the old western movies he watched with his grandparents.
"Um.. Hey? I am not a threat? I just need help to get to the nearest town!" Arthur backed away slightly but stopped when the Indians dismounted and surrdonded him, holding their weapons against him and whispering amoung themselves, and the way they where acting it appeared they didn't speak English or didn't understand what he was saying.
"I'm friendly! I swear!" Arthur held up his hands but he already knew it was pointless.
Wham!
The sound of a blunt object to the head was heard and darkness befell our poor Arthur, who collapsed to the ground.
._later_
"Ughh..." Arthur groaned and lifted his sore head slightly, "Bloody hell.. if I wake up with another headache I am going to.." he tried to move his arm but couldn't, he was tied up. he huffed slightly, he attempted to look around but he couldn't see due to a blind fold. But he could smell.. and it smelt strongly of smoke, blood, and.. horse shit.
"Damn.." he cursed under his breath and rolled his head side to side until he gently hit his head on a pole, he smirked to himself then rubbed the blindfold against it until it slipped lose, he blinked slightly at the surprising brightness of the fire. He appeared to be in a tent, like the ones he often saw in the old western movies he watched with his uncle. He coughed a little when he got the scent of the foulest thing...
"what the hell is that smell?" he asked himself and frantically looked around,
"Howdy buddy" a voice said in the corner of the room as the figure moved out from under a blanket, he was also tied up but he seemed to work the blindfold off and had a blanket on him, probably because he was sleeping. Maybe the Indians where not as bad as he thought? Arthur thought to himself as he observed the guy.
The guy was blonde, blue eyed, and dressed like a true cowboy. He even seemed to have the accent and natural look to him.
"How long have you been here? What day is it? Where are we?" Arthur rambled on a little with questions of the like,
"Shh calm down buddy, lets see" The cowboy thought a moment, "Been here abou' 3 days and its some day and month of 1870, sorry buddy I forgot the month"
Arthur paused and just blanked.
"So how did ya get here buddy?" the guy asked Arthur, who was too busy to pay attention to him..
Wait.. that year.. what if.. this was like old times, like.. cowboys and Indians.. so.. what if he time traveled? but.. that would mean he can't reveal the future or that would mean he wouldn't ever be born, or something like that, he did see it in a movie after all.. which movie, he couldn't remember.. nor how it ended.
"Um.. I was talking to a man then I woke up to being in the middle of a desert?" he lied to the man,
"Boy did you get unlucky.." the cowboy then started to chat up a storm, Arthur paid no attention and started to ignore him..
If he got back in time who can bring him back? The only person who could bring him back would probably be another hooded man or maybe a witch.. maybe he could go visit some voodoo shop if he can, get some charm for going home.. his face paled as he realized he might not make it home.
"Hey buddy, you okay? You don't look to well..." The cowboy said and frowned a little
"Uh.. yeah.. I am fine.." he said and went limp, what was he going to do?
"Well look at it the positive way!" Arthur looked at the blonde as he said this, "At least we won't die alone!" he smiled cheerfully and leaned back in his chair.
"WHAT?!" he looked at him shocked, "How is that good?!"
The cowboy shrugged, "would you rather die alone? Anyways, my name is Alfred, whats yours pal?"
"Arthur.." he looked down at his feet.. which where sadly tied..
The cowboy... er, Alfred, nodded, "Nice to meet you Arthur"
"Uh.. Yeah, nice to meet you too Alfred.." He looked at the cowboy a little bit then sighed, "How did you get into this mess?" it was at least something to ask, or think about until his death.
Alfred nodded, "Sorry pal- Arthur, I got caught getting my cattle back from them... so have you readied your last words?" "WHAT?!" Arthur asked shocked
"Ya know, O' To thee who hear this be warned ya shouldn't do this" the cowboy said dramatically
"I know what that is!"
"Okay, so whats your last words going to be?"
It took a moment for him to reply, but he simply shrugged, "nothing I guess.. never thought about it"
The blue eyed blonde nodded and then suddenly stood up from his seat and started streached a little, then yawned, "Good thing, I just found a way out! Looks like you wont have to worry about that just yet" Alfred winked at the Englishman, who stared at him with a astonished look, "C'mon pal lets get going!" he said as he untied Arthur's bindings.
Arthur, after getting untied, and Alfred quickly crouched down and left the tent, hiding behind a nearby create. The tent they where in was the furthest from the camp, but not far enough that they could go unnoticed.
"What do we do?" Arthur asked while peering over the box to get a better look
"hmm.." Alfred looked around then pointed over to a horse, "there is our ride out of this hell hole, I will run over there and you will cover me, and after that we will ride off into the sunset like a hero" he gave Arthur a huge cheesy smile.
Arthur would have normally just said, 'hell no' then walk away. But, for the strangest reason, trusted this cowboy.. who was maybe the stupidest cowboy he ever met and this was based on first meeting.
"Okay.. lets go" Alfred said then ran to the horses with amazing speed, Arthur ran after Alfred, hoping that the he will make it over before the Indians saw-
Gravity seemed to love Arthur for that very moment, as he tripped on a small rock and fell face first into the ground.
Everything went dead silent, as Arthur slowly began to get up, looking up even more slowly as he saw the tribe by the campfire look over at him. Nobody moved, except for Alfred who in the corner of Arthur's eye vanished.
Shit! Arthur scrambled to get up, his knee was hurt badly and so was his nose, but it didn't matter. The Indians where moving for their weapons, just as Arthur was about to turn around he was lifted by his shirt and pulled onto the back of a horse...
"Haha! See told ya the plan would work! Now wrap an arm around me, we will be ridin' hard for the night" Alfred looked at Arthur and winked as he kicked the horses side, "HYA! C'mon Bucky! Lets get the hell out of here!"
Arthur glared at the back of Alfred's head, massaged his nose with hand, and wrapped one arm around the cowboy, "Stupid hooded guy, Stupid.. Stupid bloody cowboy and Indians!"
Hey! Yay! I am back! :D
I am so sorry for the delay in this chapter! and thank you for reading! I'm really happy to see such awesome comments!
P.S. Is it me or does Arthur seem rather whiney? 0.o maybe its the time travel stress xD