Alfred F. Jones

Montreal, Quebec

October 26, 2163

"Hey, François, have you seen Robert?" I asked the blond who was standing in the doorway of his room in his underwear.

"Non, I 'ave not seen Robert-douce since zis morning; why? Is 'e missing?" He quirked a single, perfectly plucked eye brow and asked, "Weren't L'Espagne et le Mexique ze babysitters for tonight?"

"Mexico? Are you sure?" I asked.

"Oui, positif. I 'ad to listen to 'im gushing over Espagne, et 'ow they were going to babysit Angleterre's children. Your demi-frère 'as some serious issues, Amérique..."

"Merci beaucoup!" I said as I smiled and left, followed by an increasingly worried Robin.

She was starting to freak out, "What if he got lost? What if he broke his leg? What if he's trapped in the snow outside? What if he can't find his way back? What if he got kidnapped? We have to find him, Alfred; he coud be dying!"

"Don't you worry; we'll find him."

The was a Karaoke war going on, two women singing back and forth in two languages that were NOT english. Robin dragged me down the stairs (strong kid) and into said room. There was Robert, brinking a rootbeer float, sitting with a black haired guy with dark tan skin.

Th guy grinned at me, "Hi, mi hermanastro. Check out who's singing; it's Feliks and some chick I've never met. She's tall though, taller than you, probably, and she's hot, too; but not as hot as mi amor."

"Speaking of Spain, where is he?"

"He's in the bathroom."

"WHAT?"

"Quiet, por favor. I can't hear."

I fell silent and listened to the woman (and feliks) singing.

"Frauen sind Sie bereit, uns jetzt beitreten?" the woman asked.
"Ręce w powietrze, pokażemy, jak to zrobić." Feliks said.
"Komm und probieren," the woman began.
"Caramell będzie Twoim przewodnikiem" Feliks added.

"So kommen und Ihre Hüften bewegen singen 'Oa-ah-ah'." the woman sang.

"Spójrz na dwie biodra to zrobić 'La-la-la'." Feliks followed.

"Du und ich, können diese Melodie singen."

"Owah-owah-ah-oh. Taniec w rytmie, Wave dłonie, Come poczuć ciepło, zawsze i na wieki."

"Hören und Lernen; Es ist Zeit für tänzelnden, Jetzt sind wir hier mit."

"Karmelem Taniec!"

"What are they singing?"

"Caramelldansen, half was in polish and the other half was in german, I think... I don't speak german, so I don't know."

I looked up at the woman (and Feliks), something about her was oddly familiar... I didn't know why until I saw her say something to feliks and have him respond. He said something, she flushed scarlet and scratched the tip of her nose just once and then her finger hung there for a moment. Then her hands dropped to her sides and she laughed. She got down off the stage and helped feliks down.

GERMANY? I thought, freaking out. I tried to be logical and calm myself down, Germany couldn't pass for a girl he's too... but he wasn't. Not in America or Canada, because the average american was taller than the average european. That meant that while it would be hard for him to pass for a girl, it wouldn't be impossible.

I sighed, "Miguel, I'm going to bed. Could you tell Arthur that his ex-girlfriend was singing with Feliks?"

"Por supuesto, mi hermanastro."