Now it's time for the Twinkies. I thought this was going to be my shortest chapter. It turns out to be my longest. It seemed so short in my head until it expanded when I typed it. XD Please review. I like reviews. :) I only own my OCs Atlantis, King Cyril, Marco and Zale.
Atlantis lounges on her resting couch in front of her marble fireplace rereading important documents. The fire from the fireplace keeps her warm as she lazily flips through each page with boredom.
Atlantis' bedroom contains rare antiques from ancient times. The display cases hold treasures, pottery, the best quality of hand crafted boxes, and precious gold jewelry. Stone pillars surround the room. Animal skin rugs are underneath nearly every piece of furniture. The Egyptian inspired chest, filled with all her clothes, stands across from her marble bed. The bed is made up of two large blocks with depictions of battles. The bottom block is larger than the one on top of it. A thin mattress with animal fur pillows lies neatly on the bed. Her room has only a few modern touches here and there.
A knock at her door gains her attention. The Atlantean looks up from the documents. She hopes her maid came back with her favorite treat. "You may enter." A maid opens the large marble doors with some difficulty and a maid is shoved into the room. The fearful maid ruffles her dress and closes the door lightly behind her. The maid walks in front of Atlantis with her head down. The maid fails to give her direct eye contact. Atlantis raises a brow at her maid's empty hands and looks at her maid with suspicion. "She better not have eaten it."
"Where is my favorite snack?"
The maid twiddles her fingers and shuffles her feet. She hesitantly lifts her head. "Master Atlantis, we…..ran out of Twinkies." The maid looks abruptly down and shakes. Mumbling is heard outside her door. Atlantis ignores this at the moment.
Atlantis frowns. "Oh my, already?" The maid trembles in fear. Atlantis waves the maid away. "Go buy some more then. I can wait a few days." The maid trembles even more and tries to speak up louder.
"The A-American company…..a-are not m-making Twinkies…..a-anymore. They went… b-bankrupt two days ago." The scared maid slowly backs away as she talks. Atlantis' eye twitches and gives a cruel smile that scares the maid even more.
Atlantis clenches her fist at her side. "The company went bankrupt and nobody bothered to tell me?" The water elemental glares at the maid in front of her. The maid flings herself to the ground and grovels. "W-We thought y-you knew since you k-keep up with the modern w-world for the past 15 years now…"
Atlantis resists the urge to yank the maid and force her to stand up. Her anger is nearing the breaking point. "I have been catching up on modern technological advances, nothing else." She gestures to the maid to stand up. The shivering maid stands up and unconsciously glances to the door.
"Leave now, I need to prepare for my….. journey." The maid scurries and exits her bedroom. The maids and butlers standing outside in shock run to do their tasks. As soon as the maid leaves the room, Atlantis slouches in her klismos chair. She becomes agitated at the idea that no one told her about her precious Twinkies.
The Atlantean doesn't know how she'll survive without her heavenly snack. She was so used to eating seafood throughout her existence that the taste of Twinkies appealed to her. When she takes a bite of that delicious spongy cake, the creamy filling fills her with joy. She feels like a child again with Twinkies. She'll go nuts without it! She shakes her head. "Get a hold of yourself Atlantis!"
Sadly, there's hardly any Twinkies here in Atlantis. People usually prefer Kourabiedes cookies over Twinkies.
The golden-eyed woman plots about what she must do once she arrives in America. She doesn't want to just run around the city unprepared without a 'battle plan.' She thinks about buying the company and ordering them to make her Twinkies forever. She has more than enough gold and treasures to do it. She frowns at the flaws of the plan.
She remembers vaguely about the information-hungry media. They're more vicious and cunning nowadays with their advanced technology. They'll try to discover who bought the company. Atlantis doesn't want to be blamed for that fiasco. She shudders at her imagination of being yelled at by her boss.
Plus, there is too much paperwork and court appearances involved. It might even take months to restart the company, hire decent employees, begin Twinkie production, et cetera.
Atlantis figures she has a limited amount of time to buy the remaining Twinkies. She's going to buy out the shelves for her favorite treats, no matter the cost.
Atlantis shuffles in her seat trying to sit in a more comfortable position. "I need a few modern chairs in here. klismos are not comfortable to sit on."
Atlantis scrambles from her seat and urgently opens her golden Egyptian chest. She empties her chest looking for modern clothes; she needs speed in her favor. The Atlantean's instincts tell her that she needs to be able to run. Her robes will slow her down. She throws all her clothing in a giant pile. "The maids will clean it up later." Atlantis knows she has some modern clothes somewhere in her chest. She only has one pair, though. She'll fix that later. The Atlantean pulls out the pair of clothes she's looking for: a pink mid-length skirt, a white shirt, and a black jacket. This is her only pair of modern clothes, so it has to do. At least it's stylish.
Atlantis is glad she listened to Hungary's suggestion to buy some modern clothes. She can use these clothes to blend in with the mortals. The less attention on her, the better it is for her 'quest.'
She quickly changes into her outfit and adjusts her crown and crystal necklace. Where ever she goes, she must have these two accessories on her person. She will not go anywhere without them. She grabs her black bag and flings it on her shoulder as she runs out. She'll buy clothing and necessities when she makes it to America. She doesn't have time to pack.
The dark blue-haired woman slams the door open and sprints down the hall. She takes numerous turns down the many hallways of her home. As she sprints down the last hallway to the main hall, she nearly crashes into her boss King Cyril.
King Cyril, wide-eyed, manages to dodge to the left and barely misses a potted plant. She yells her apology and slows to a jog. Once Atlantis is outside her palace, she hears her boss screaming for her to come back. Atlantis ignores his order and continues jogging down the cobble path for 20 minutes.
Atlantis spots a private jet and a pilot gazing at it. She stops behind him and pants in exhaustion. The pilot takes notice of her and patiently waits for her to regain her breath.
The moment she can speak, she straightens her back. Atlantis gives off an aura of authority as she speaks to him. "I need to leave immediately for America."
The oblivious pilot looks reluctantly at her. "This is one of His Highness' royal jets. I can't just-" He pauses at her evil glare. He starts to shiver from the sudden drop of temperature. The pilot wraps his arms around himself.
"If I'm not on this plane in 30 seconds, I will have a new ice sculpture to add to my…..collection" Atlantis gives him a sly smile. Her hand hovers in the direction of a puddle nearby. The water wrinkles and slowly lifts itself into the air. The pilot, finally picking up on her bad mood, panics. He breaks into sweat. "Of course Master Atlantis, follow me." She smiles and lets the water drop with a plop back into a puddle. He power walks to the plane with Atlantis hot on his trail.
The golden-eyed woman rubs her hands together in joy. She's finally going to buy her Twinkies!
The flight from Atlantis to New York was eight hours long. It was morning when she left and now its four o'clock in the afternoon! She was productive during this lengthy flight. Wasting time is horrifying to her. She fleshed out the details for her 'battle plan.'
Atlantis plans on visiting several grocery stores in the area. She recalls her maids talking about buying the Twinkies there. Even though the Atlantean took so long coming here, she feels she'll succeed in her 'quest.'
Atlantis walks past hot dog vendors on the crowded New York Streets. The tall skyscrapers looming above fascinate her. She never dreamed mortals would ever build buildings as huge as this. She becomes glum for a moment. She remembers she's not the most advanced civilization anymore. Her glory days is over.
Atlantis finds a large grocery store and walks inside. She looks in all directions for her precious snacks. There are several aisles of products horizontally aligned. Shoppers are scattered about with their shopping carts. There are three men in the back fixing a broken freezer containing bags of ice. In front of the men was a large pyramid of Twinkies.
Atlantis brightens and power walks to the pyramid. When she almost makes it to the pyramid, a herd of people dash and huddle around the Twinkies, successful blocking her target. The people grab large handfuls of the Twinkies and shove them into their baskets or carts. The shoppers push and shove each other, trying to grab the most Twinkies for themselves. Atlantis looks on horrified at their greedy faces. She snaps out of it and tries to thrust her way through the crowd of people.
"Please let me through." Atlantis politely asks. She's ignored by the herd. Some even glance in her direction and give her the stink eye. The Atlantean becomes enraged at their blatant rudeness. "Is that how it's going to be then? Fine, drink water you bastards."
The water elemental turns her attention to the broken ice machine behind the crowd. She gives a small smirk and pretends to give up. She casually walks to the side with her hands her pockets. Her hands give a small movement towards the ice machine and the pipes inside it erupt with water. The workers shriek and try to leap to the sides, but they get swept up in the water. The ice inside melts and joins with the surge of water heading for the greedy Twinkie lovers. The crowd screams in horror as the water sweeps them and the Twinkies away. Atlantis' face shows glee at their pitiful screams of terror. She loves abusing her power!
Atlantis' eyes widen at her miscalculation of the water's strength. The Twinkies are swept outwards towards the entrance of the store. Nearby shoppers, who are able to dodge the mini flood, quickly scramble for the Twinkies.
The shoppers hit by the water, as well as innocent bystanders, lay groaning on the ground. The floor is soaked with water. Some of the shoppers try to stand up, but they slip and fall down again. Employees run around grabbing "Wet Floor" stands to surround the huge mess. Other employees and shoppers try to help the fallen shoppers to their feet.
Shoppers eagerly snatch the wet Twinkies as quickly as they can. Atlantis sees a lone, innocent Twinkie a few feet ahead of her. It is the only Twinkie near her reach. She lunges for it, only to collide and smash her head against someone else's. Atlantis reels back on her knees and grips her head in pain. An object falls to the floor and makes a small clank sound. She mutters some curses in Atlantean. She looks up to see America also on his knees and grabbing his head in pain.
America opens his eyes and blinks a bit. He removes his hands to search the floor. "Hey dude, I know we're supposed to be fighting for that Twinkie but can you help me find my glasses?" Atlantis blinks in surprise. She didn't expect to find him here. Then again, she did find him by accident on Black Ops Wi-Fi battles, so anything is possible. "Yes, I'll help America." Atlantis sees his glasses and picks it up.
America gives a huge smile and brightens. "Is that you Atlantis? I didn't expect to see you here!" She gives a nod but realizes he probably cannot see that. "I've found your glasses. Hold still so I can put it on." America holds still as she puts his glasses on him. Once it's on, he stands up and holds out his hand for her to grab.
"Are ya here for the Twinkies too Lanti?" asks America. Atlantis grabs his outstretched hand and stands up with his help. Her other hand clutches her black bag. She nearly forgot about it during the commotion. She doesn't want to lose it. Atlantis reaches the top of her head and sighs in relief. Even with the collision, her crown is still on. "Yes, I am. I never knew there were so many…..loyal fans…"
America grins and rubs the back of his head. "Well yeah, Twinkies is an iconic brand in America. Tasty too." The Atlantean frowns. She didn't know about the popularity of Twinkies. She never even give a thought if it was famous.
"Ever since the bankruptcy announcement, Twinkie fans have been buying loads of Twinkies to last for years," America eagerly pours out the crucial information. "They're nearly sold out everywhere in only two days."
Atlantis takes a step back in shock. She's horrified at this new –to her anyway- discovery. If what America is saying is true, then she has a very little chance of finding her Twinkies! She'll never be able to eat those delicious sponge cakes ever again. "Oh why didn't I savor the last Twinkie I ate!"
America, failing to read the atmosphere, hits his fist on his open palm. "Why don't we team up? We'll for sure find some Twinkies if we do!" He grins, seemingly waiting for her reaction. Atlantis considers his proposition.
Team up equals alliance.
Atlantis loves how her mind works. She'll make some progress with this alliance crap her boss demands that she do, 'hang out' with America (that phrase still sounds strange to her) and find those Twinkies. What is that idiom her boss always spouts? "Oh, yes! Killing three birds with one stone." Well, she believes the expression is right anyways. She grins and claps her hands.
"Of course." At that moment, she recalls the Twinkie she lunged for earlier. Atlantis panics and looks to the floor. She hopes they didn't squish it when they collapsed on the ground earlier. She looks in time to see a little red-haired girl with freckles bend down and snatches it away. The little girl gives an innocent smile and walks away. "Brother, I found a Twinkie! Let's eat it."
The red-haired girl holds hands with her brother and walk towards to cashiers. Atlantis gazes with awe at the little girl. She gives a small squeal. "She's so adorable! Her freckles look so cute when she smiles. I want to hug her." Atlantis does her best to restrain herself. The girl taking her target is forgotten in her mind.
America gets in front of her face and snaps his fingers. "Earth to Lanti, are you there?" Atlantis snaps out of her gaze and blushes. She hardly notices the distance between their faces. She feels embarrassed for being caught in her 'mother mode.' "Sorry about that…" says Atlantis awkwardly.
Atlantis is used to babysitting the future heirs to the throne in her country. She's their bodyguard/babysitter/instructor. Yes, it's tiring, but their cuteness is worth it. The Atlantean can hug them whenever she pleases and no one will say anything.
America grabs her arm and carefully navigates around the huge spill. "That's okay," America guides them around the aisles towards the exit. "Here's the plan, I'm gonna be the hero and you're my sidekick. We'll find the Twinkies for sure!" America, using his unoccupied arm, pumps his fist into the air. Atlantis grimaces in annoyance. There's no way in hell she's going to be anyone's sidekick. She wants to be the ringleader, dammit!
"Instead of running around New York blindly, let's do some research to decide which stores still have Twinkies."
America pauses and seems to take this into consideration. "But that doesn't sound very heroic." Atlantis almost facepalms at this. She can't believe he's thinking about being heroic with a crisis like this. "The Twinkies are on the line. It's time to take some action, Mr. Hero."
America grins positively. "You're right, Lanti! We don't have much time!" He grabs her arms and pulls her past the cashiers. Atlantis inwardly smirks. When in trouble, always stroke a man's ego.
When they're almost outside of the store, they notice a man talking to a police officer. Atlantis lingers, she's curious about what they're discussing. America stops pulling her arm. He looks at the pair, too.
The man appears in a panic while the police officer is trying to calm him down. "I'm telling you officer; the ice machine mysteriously gushed out gallons of water! I don't know how the hell this happened!" The police officer tries to calm him down.
"It's okay, sir. We'll get to the bottom of this."
"What if I get sued by my customers?! I can't afford any lawsuits!" says the hysterical manager.
The officer lays a hand on the manager's shoulder. "Don't worry; when we find out whose responsible, we'll take them to court." The officer beckons to the other officers talking to the customers. "We'll gather all the witnesses and find out what happened."
Atlantis takes this as her cue to leave. She doesn't want to waste time in her Twinkie hunt. Plus, she didn't want to risk being suspected. Looking back, she possibly looked a little suspicious by the way she walked from the Twinkie pyramid. And her evil grin in the after match didn't help either…. She's definitely going to avoid New York for a few weeks. (Or when this accident dies down. Either way works to her favor.) She gets a firm hold on America's wrist and tugs him outside.
"Let's go America." He refuses to budge. "We need to stay and give our witness accounts." He looks pretty serious about this. Atlantis pales. She's definitely never telling America she caused the accident. She's sure he'll be angry with her. Looks like she has another secret to carry on for the rest of her existence. One too many in her opinion.
Atlantis gives another tug. She puts on her sly, soothing voice to convince him to leave. "Did you forget about the Twinkies already? We don't have much time." She pretends to look on the verge of tears. "I wish to eat the last Twinkies before they're sold out." America looks almost convinced. His eyes still lingers to the other police officers taking witness accounts.
"We can report our witness accounts to the police after we're done. It won't take long." Okay, maybe Atlantis is wrong about the 'it won't take long' part. She's not going to tell him this, though. She hopes the American forgets about this incident by the time they're done with their Twinkie quest.
"Okay, but we're so going to do this after we're done," says America. He grins and leads the way outside. Atlantis follows his lead with some difficulty. She's almost tripping over her own feet since he's walking too fast. "Hey Lanti, I know the perfect place nearby to do our research." Atlantis lightens up.
"This might be America's best idea in a long time."
They're sitting in a crowded Starbucks hunched in their seats staring at their computer screens. Atlantis sips her chocolate latte and sighs. She sets down the latte and readies her index fingers over the keyboard. The golden-eyed woman is frustrated with herself. She still has difficulty using a computer. Luckily, she didn't have to turn it on. She didn't want to embarrass herself asking for help turning on a computer. (Zale laughed his ass off the last time she asked.)
Atlantis didn't know how to search for information on this infernal device. It's supposed to have almost every single piece of information in the world, yet she wasn't sure how to get access to it. She prefers skimming through large scrolls and books than this! It's not as if she grew up with computers already invented!
Yes, she did research technology up to the current date. She wants to be informed and knowledgeable about it. The Atlantean didn't want to be known as a developing third world country to her fellow country representatives. That would be a huge blow to her pride. It doesn't mean she's an expert with today's technology. (Research equals more television time….) The idea of a touch screen still fascinates her.
Atlantis glances to America to see how he's doing so far. She pauses and narrows her eyes. America is on a website called 'Ebay.' It didn't look like an informative website to her. It had several pictures of Twinkies and Twinkie products. It looks more like a page of pretty pictures.
Atlantis coughs into her hand to catch his attention. He didn't even blink. "America, what are you doing?" America stops scrolling the page and grins at her. He signals with his hand to lean more forward. She does so and waits for an explanation.
America uses the mouse to highlight an image of a box of Twinkies. "Let's order a bunch of Twinkies! It'll last for years." Atlantis nearly head-desks his key board. She couldn't believe he thought that myth is real. Then again, this is America she is talking about.
America looks him in the eyes and blandly says, "Twinkies become stale after 25 days. Trust me, they don't taste good." She cringes as she remembers the first, and last, time she ate a stale Twinkie. One of her maids told her about this urban myth and she didn't believe her. So, the water elemental left a Twinkie on her desk in her work-study for over 25 days. Let's just say she nearly broke her teeth from her attempt. She never lets a Twinkie go stale ever since. "It's better to eat it as soon as possible."
America nods and returns to his computer screen. He opens a different website page. "I found a supermarket nearby that still has Twinkies," America grins in triumph. "Let's go over there right away." Atlantis also grins in happiness.
"What are we waiting for? Lead the way!" They both dash outside, dodging angry customers cursing at them to watch where they're going. Atlantis didn't give a damn. She has a quest to complete.
Atlantis and America are standing outside Fairplace Market. They're both pumped to complete their quest and win some glorious Twinkies! When they enter, the Twinkies are nowhere in plain sight. It looks like they're going to have to look for them.
America looks in both directions and pats her shoulder. He gives her a happy grin. "Let's split up. I look in the left half while you explore the other half." Atlantis nods in agreement. They go their separate ways to begin their search. She takes a few steps but realizes something. They could have asked an employee where the Twinkies were in the first place. She quickly turns around and says, "Wait Amer-" She stops when she doesn't see America in her line of sight.
She sighs in disappointment. "I'll find him later." Atlantis sees an employee in an orange smock glumly mopping the floor. She walks over to him and catches his attention. "Excuse me sir, do you know where the Twinkies are?" He frowns further and points to the direction America ran off to. "Yup, it's right over there. Just take a right at aisle 7." Atlantis gives her thanks and follows his directions. It appears she's meeting up with America sooner than she thought.
Right when she makes a right turn in aisle 7, she sees America on his knees…..pantsing an old woman's long skirt…..with some shoppers staring at them. Luckily, the old woman is wearing a pair of pants. Atlantis didn't process it for a moment. But when she did, she clasps her hands over her mouth. She couldn't believe America was this kind of guy. She would think a perverted hooligan would be capable of doing this, not him. Her respect for the American is going down the drain now.
America, with wide eyes, is still on his knees with his outstretched arms latched on the woman's skirt. The gray-haired woman, horrified and embarrassed, squeezes her purse in anger. She tries to squirm away but couldn't with America's iron grip on her skirt. She almost trips on her own skirt. America stares wide-eyed and stutters. "L-Look lady I-I w-wouldn't do this t-to an o-old p-person."
The old woman's face becomes red with anger. "I'm not pretty and young enough to be pansted, huh?" America looks at his hands and quickly let's go, blushing. He stands up and blabbers out almost incoherent apologies. "I'll call the cops on you pervert!" The old woman lifts her purse and smacks him upside the head with each word. America holds his head in pain.
The woman (finally) pulls up her skirt. She leaves with a huff and slyly flips her purse over her shoulder. The purse hits America again with a loud smack before it settles peacefully by the old lady.
The old woman takes her cart and leaves for the next aisle. Atlantis overcomes her shock and storms over to America. The American stops rubbing his check and smiles at her presence. "Hey Lan-" Atlantis interrupts him with a slap using her purse. America whines at her. "What was that for Lanti?"
Atlantis holds in her furry. She couldn't believe he was so nonchalant about pulling down a woman's skirt. The nerve of him! "How could you pull down a woman's skirt?! I thought you were better than that!" Atlantis fumes and clutches her purse. If she didn't like his excuse, he's getting another hit.
America frantically waves his hands in front of his face. "You saw that- w-wait don't smack me again! I can explain!" He sees her ready to aim her purse for another strike. Atlantis taps her foot. She's waiting for a good explanation.
America starts explaining his story with numerous hand gestures. It turns out, America bumped into a guy as he was looking for the Twinkies. The guy had two guy friends hanging out with him. When they found out that America was looking for the Twinkies too, they got a little aggressive. When America had his back turned, one of them kicked him behind the knees.
America fell down on his knees and latched out his hands to find something to hold on to. He didn't want to fall on his face. He, unfortunately, got an iron grip on an old woman's skirt and pulled it down to her knees by accident. He tried to explain but the woman kept yelling at him.
Atlantis looks America in the eyes. He seemed to be sincere and truthful throughout the explanation. (And very embarrassed too.) At least the pansted thing didn't happen to her, or else it would take a while for her to forgive him. She's wearing a skirt too. She smiles at him as she puts her purse strap on her shoulder. "It's not like you did that intentionally. You tried to apologize but the woman wouldn't let you."
Atlantis smiles weakly. "I apoligize for hitting you. I should have-"
America gives a large smile and tackle-glomps her. Atlantis blushes badly from the close contact. She's not used to this much physical contact, excluding the royal children.
America's strong grip prevents her from making any escape attempts. "Thanks Lanti! By the way, you have a strong-arm dude!" Atlantis decides to do a different tactic. She gives him a weak hug back. Hopefully this action would make the hug stop sooner. It's getting kind of hard to breathe now. Sadly, this only encourages him to tighten his hug. "Dammit, where's England to yell at America when I need him to."
He laughs in happiness. "Looks like we're making some progress; you're hugging me back now." Atlantis struggles to breathe. She needs air in her lungs, immediately. A middle-aged woman walks by with a fangirl-ish smile and gleam in her eyes.
The woman clasps her hands and gushes. "What an awesome boyfriend! I wish mine gives me hugs like that." Atlantis nearly faints from shock. She doesn't know how much longer she'll last. That woman's comment made her realize how scandalous this looks like. She blushes an even brighter red. Her blush is putting Spain's tomatoes to shame.
America lets go and looks at her worriedly. "Are ya alright? Do you need to lie down?" Atlantis greedily gulps in the fresh air and shakes her head. "I'm fine." America grins and grabs her hand.
America points towards the back of the store and exclaims, "The Twinkies are over there, let's get them!" He pulls her along with excitement. Atlantis is nearly dragged as she tries to keep up with him. She's getting used to being dragged around everywhere by him. It's a new factor in her life. She would love to pull her arm from his grip, but she can't. He's way stronger than an ox! She then processes his words. She couldn't believe she almost forgot about the Twinkies. What's wrong with her?
When they see the Twinkie stand, America and Atlantis stare at it disappointed. An empty stand has an "Out of Twinkies Forever" sign. They're too late; all the Twinkies are gone. Atlantis sighs and weaves her hand through her hair. "Looks like those boys took all the Twinkies." America nods miserably. They walk sadly shoulder to shoulder out the supermarket. They groan again.
Atlantis hears laughter and looks up to see a bunch of guys on motorcycles. A guy waves to them and holds up grocery bags stuffed with Twinkies. "First come, first serve losers." He hangs the bags on the motorcycle handles and laughs manically. The other guys join the laughter. They speedily drive away into the night with dust trailing behind them.
Atlantis is disappointed they lost the Twinkie hunt to those assholes. She would have rather lost to a bunch of children than them. A man with a dark cloak, with his hood covering his face, approaches them. "You like Twinkies right?" Atlantis gives a small nod.
The cloaked man grins. "I have a make-your-own Twinkie box. It has instructions on how to make your own Twinkies." Atlantis, exhausted from an extensive quest, becomes slightly interested. With the Twinkie formula, she can make her damn Twinkies whenever she felt like it.
The cloaked man walks backwards with his hand gesturing her to follow him into an ally. He gives her a sly grin. "Follow me into my…office. You can pay for it there." Atlantis' common sense comes crashing back to her. There's no way in hell she's going to follow a shady, and creepy, cloaked guy into an ally. That screams "mug me" to her.
She suddenly feels an arm wrap around her shoulder. She finds the owner and sees America glaring at the man. "Back off from my cousin, you creeper." The cloaked man raises an eyebrow at him."She doesn't look like yo-"
Atlantis quickly cuts him off. She wraps her arm around America's waist. "I was twice removed." The cloaked takes a few steps back from America's glare. He becomes frightened and scrams into the dark alley.
Atlantis drops her arm from his waist. "Thanks a lot. That man was too creepy." America beams. "It was nothing."
The same middle-aged woman from before walks next to her taps her shoulder.
The middle-aged woman smiles kindly at them. "If it's Twinkies you want, there's this little café across the street that's selling Twinkie shakes." She points across the street to the Cupcake Café. "It's genuine Twinkies meshed together to make shakes. I know it's not the same as eating it, but it's something right?"
Atlantis clasps her hands in excitement. Even though it's not wrapped Twinkies, it's still real Twinkies. Maybe this quest wasn't a failure after all! She looks to America to see if he wants to try those shakes.
America sprints across the street to the café. Atlantis shakes her head. "America must love Twinkies as much as I do, if not more." She gives her thanks to the woman and follows after him. "Wait for me!"
Atlantis bursts through the door and pauses to look in awe at the café's decor. It looked like a mini candy land in here. The café is small with a long counter looking like a very long banana split with cherry-shaped stools. Several fliers occupied the walls promoting the café's limited offer of Twinkie shakes. The ice cream cookie sandwich-shaped sofas look good enough to eat.
America gives the cashier the money and turns to see her. America grins and sets the shakes on the counter. He sits down on a stool and pats the seat next to him. Atlantis walks over and sits next to him.
America hands her a shake. "Got you a shake Lanti. I don't know how many calories are in this thing." He laughs nervously. Atlantis watches with amusement. Did he honestly think she would be concerned about how many calories were in it? She didn't care. She wants to drink her shake.
Atlantis takes the shake and laughs. "If I was concerned about calories then why would I plan to buy large loads of Twinkies and eat it within the same hour?" America laughs with her. He stops to drink his shake.
Atlantis takes a sip of the Twinkie shake. The woman wasn't lying about the shake. She could tell these were real Twinkies in it. She takes a peek at America and sees him gulping down his drink. He gives a burp and rubs his belly in satisfaction. She giggles while trying to cover her mouth.
America slumps in his seat. "I would've bought more but these two shakes were the last ones." Atlantis tries to make the situation more positive.
"At least we got one last taste before Twinkies went extinct."
America nods his head in agreement. "Yeah, and our quest wasn't a total failure." He holds out his hand in the air. "Give me five my awesome sidekick."Atlantis is flattered at America's compliment. But she blinks and stares at his hand.
She's confused on what she's supposed to do. "Is it a greeting sign? We don't need to say hi again, do we?" America shakes his hands to emphasize his point. "You're supposed to hit my hand with yours."
The Atlantean hesitantly holds out her hand and gently smacks it against his. America shakes his head. "Not like that! Put more enthusiasm into it! Like this" America smacks his hand against hers with more force. Atlantis mutters an "okay." They hold out their hands together and do a 'proper' high five.
With their hands down, America speaks up again. He gives a big smile. "You know Lanti I had a really fun day today, even though we didn't buy any Twinkies. We need to hang out more often. It's fun hanging out with my best friend." Atlantis feels elated. She has a new best friend now. She has the female countries and America as her best friends. They're not irritated or fearful of her like her fellow citizens. She feels a little pathetic about feeling giddy over making friends.
Fuck that, she has a new best friend. She smiles too. "I feel the same way."
America stands up. He slightly turns his head to look at her. "Come on Lanti, sleepover and Call of Duty marathon at my place. You promised~ " Now that Atlantis thinks about it, she didn't bother reserving a room at any hotels. Or buy any extra clothes...
Atlantis power walks ahead of him. "I did, didn't I? Let's go."
Sure America is really immature and loud, but he means well. He's really thoughtful when he wants to be. He paid for her shake, saved her from the creepy cloaked guy, and offered her a place to stay for the night. Atlantis doubts he knows it, but he helped her remember how to have fun without manipulating anyone for her own selfish purpose. He really is the hero he always claims he is.
Since she's in a good mood, she's not going to fire her incompetent maids and butlers when she returns home.
It's been a month since the Twinkie quest. All of the Twinkies have been sold out everywhere. News of a company buying the recipe and selling it brings her hope that Twinkies will one day make a comeback.
Atlantis is the world conference meeting glad that it's over. The meeting just ended and she's preparing to leave. Just as she places all of her paperwork into her briefcase, she sees Spain with a…..Twinkie…in….his…hand.
Her eyes widen in shock. She has to know where he got that Twinkie! She glides over to him and smiles. "Hello Spain, sorry to be too forward but, where did you get that Twinkie?" Spain cheerfully points to his 'Twinkie.'
"Oh this? It's not a Twinkie, it's a Submarino. Here, take a bite." Spain holds out his Submarino to Atlantis. Atlantis isn't sure about this. Sure, he didn't take a bite out of it, but it feels she's being rude. "I do not know If I should-" She's cut off by Spain shoving the Submarino in her mouth. She takes a huge bite and tries not to choke on it.
It doesn't taste like a Twinkie. The sponge cake is thicker to what she's used to eating. The filling tastes more like strawberries. She thanks Spain for the Submarino. Spain smiles and hands her another Submario from his jacket. "Take it, there's plenty in the supermarkets. Goodbye chica." Spain leaves the meeting room gushing over Romano. Romano curses and screams at the 'Tomato bastard.'
Atlantis stares at the Submarino in her hand, deciding what to do with it. She then decides to give it to America. It'll be a nice gift. She spots America leaving the room. She hurries and catches up with him. "America, I want you to try this." America turns around and looks at the Submarino surprised.
"Is that a-"
"No, it's called a Submarino."
America stares for a moment, than erupts in laughter. "A Mexican Submarine. Good one Atlantis. Seriously, what's it called?"
Atlantis stares blankly at him. The words that comes out of this man's mouth never ceases to surprise her. Then again, it's amusing sometimes. Atlantis passes the Submarino to him. "Please try it. It'll be a decent substitute until Twinkies comes back."
America grins and wolfs it down. He replies, "You're right, let's eat some more Mexican Submarines until Twinkies come back. There's already companies bidding for the Twinkie recipe, so I know Twinkies will be sold again." Atlantis practically laughs.
"Yes, let's eat some more submarines until then."
America seems to have remembered something. "Hey Lanti, I almost forgot, let's fill out those police reports."
"Fuck my life. Those cops better not start suspecting her, or else shit will happen."
Why are Atlanteans fearful of royally pissing off Atlantis? It will be revealed in a later chapter. :D
I'm kinda sad I didn't get to post a Valentines special chapter. But I'll post a late chapter later.
I know all the other Hostess brands went out of stock as well as Twinkies. I put more of a focus on Twinkies because it's Atlantis' favorite snack. :D
The Twinkie myth is not real. After a long time -25 days- Twinkies harden and become stale. You can still eat it, but it won't taste good.
Klismos is a type of chair invented sometime around ancient times. Furniture was not originally made for comfort. It was made for a single purpose. For example, tables were only used to eat food. You don't place other objects on it, at all.
Kourabiedes is a type of greek cookie.
I chose Atlantis to be hidden around the Pillars of Hercules. There is the Gibraltar pillar on the shore of Spain and the Jebel Musa Pillar in Northern Africa. These pillars mark the entrance to the Mediterranean Sea.
Submarinos are real. You can find them in Mexican supermarkets. Go buy some Mexican Submarines, people. :D The sponge cake is thicker on the inside.
Any questions? Don't hesitate to ask. I don't bite. :)