This chapter's great! Perfect timing at its best! ^.^
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*Briiiingggg….briiiiiingggg….briii-* the ringing of the telephone was cut off as Alfred jerked it off the hook agitatedly, having just been forced to put down his hamburger, though he refused to pause his videogame. He propped the phone on one shoulder as his fingers flew over the controls, sending an ear shattering blast of machinegun fire at the animated enemy.
"Alfred speaking, who's this?"
"Bonjour, Mon Cher garçon, this is Francis." Another roar of gunfire ripped from the speakers on his TV.
"Hullo, whatcha need?"
"Mon dieu! Turn the volume down, I can hear it all the way in Paris!"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now what do you need from your hero?" Alfred replied off handishly, turning the volume down a notch, but just one.
"Mattie died…"
"Who?"
"Little Mattie."
"Died you say?"
"Oui. Multiple times."
"Are you sure? I would have felt that."
"Oui, I'm positive. He was supposed to visit me the day before yesterday, but he hasn't arrived yet…"
He paused his game, sitting up strait from his slouched position, listening to Frances explanation. A worried frown gracing his face, an expression he would never make in public. How could he have not felt the deaths of his brother?
Barely ten minutes later he was rushing out of the door, slamming it behind him just as the phone started ringing again. When no one answered it went to answering machine:
"*Hello, Alfred this is the minister of foreign affairs, Russia just called in to inform us that Canada is with him. So please don't do anything rash. Goodbye. *"
A few moments later the answering machine beeped, speaking in its robotic voice, "number not recognized, junk mail filter running…message deleted… *beep*"
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It's so like America not have the minister of foreign affairs on his caller ID. Lol as I said, perfect timing, eh?
Translation notes:
Bonjour, Mon Cher garcon—hello, my dear boy
Mon dieu! – My god!
Oui—yes
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- Sai