Alfred F Jones
Montreal, Quebec
November 2, 2163
"Good Morning, Yankee," said a tall man with dark blond hair and a scar through one eye. He looked at me and seemed to size me up. "No wonder he hasn't given you it yet; you're nothing but a boy." His voice was deep and his accent was so thick that I could barely understand him.
It was another world meeting day and England was still in the hospital. Since Peter was the 'official' representative of the united kingdom and he was in jail, and England was the backup and was in the hospital, England had called in his sister... unfortunately she hadn't arrived yet.
However... his brother, who I had briefly met at a previous world meeting, arrived FIRST. Thus, the reason for the appraising blond.
He had the same brows as Iggy and was huge. Not just tall, but BUILT. His eyes were a dark brown that clashed with his blond hair and his face was covered in scars. I was still watching him when the door opened.
"Good Morning, All," said a voice that sounded exactly like England's voice. I turned and stared at the source of the voice. It turned out to be... a young man with short flaming red hair that hung around his ears cut in a bob... like Hong Kong's. In fact... he looked like an iggy-fied Hong Kong without the eyebrows! His eyes were the same shade of green as England's and he seemed to be... a carbon copy of England.
"Good Morning, Alex," Said the blond in front of me, nodding his head in acknowledgment. "Found Sasana's little plaything. The buachaill's too young for 'im."
"Oh, really? Hmm... Well, Maybe. Cymru told me and Albain that Sasana was in the Hospital; did you know that, brother?"
"No, I didn't... tell Cymru that I'm glad that he let me in on it," sarcasm dripped from the tall blond's words, just like with England's.
They lowered their voices and continued to speak until France came in. He immediately hugged the young man around his slim shoulders and the man/boy screamed loudly, his voice shooting up an octave.
"Get the bloody hell off me, you damn frog! Let GO!" he struggled and then cried out, "Deartháir, CABHAIR!"
"Ag teacht, Deirfiúr! Lig di dul, is féidir leat fuilteacha Francach!" shouted the blond, dragging France off of the young man and wrestling him to the ground. In a matter of seconds, France was lying face-down on the ground with an angry British guy on his back.
"Ow, ow, OW! Merde, get off! OW!" France said, face down on the carpet. The tall blond got off of him and grinned evilly.
"Mess with Alex again... and I'll fucking kill you, francach..." The Blonde said.
"Patty!" The young man said, glaring darkly at the blond, "...I can fight my own battles, now, brother."
"...Sasana could... but look where he is; in the hospital over cutting himself," the Blond scoffed. "...and it was for a ritual... Cymru gave Sasana the blade, and some idiot took the blade from him; I'll kill that wanker for it. Of all of Sasana's things, why did it have to be that blade? It's not even his! It was Mistress Mary's blade, and, now, it's gone!"
"...it was Cymru's blade... she left it to him."
"...no... she didn't leave it to Cymru... I lied... She left it to Sasana."
"...You need to tell him... He's believed since she died and left him nothing, that she didn't care about him. You realize that he has no friends, right, brother? Without Mistress Mary, he had nobody, and I bet that you don't care. You don't care. You wanna know how I know? Gan chara Sasana; you were the first one to call him that, brother. Gan chara Sasana, Digyfaill Lloegr, Sans amis Angleterre, Sin amigos Inglaterra, Anglia amicorum, Amico meno Inghilterra, Odinokim Anglii... No matter what Language it is, it always translates the same; Friendless England! I'm bleeding sick of it!"
"...Calm, Alex."
"Bloody fuck, Pattie. Everyone calls him the same thing, and they wonder why he decided to kill himself rather than just stopping at one cut! It makes me sick to think that he actually cares what they think!"
By this time all of the other nations had come in and were staring at the Iggy look-alike with red hair. They were also eavesdropping (sort of) on the conversation.
"Do you know which two actually cared when he was found half-dead in his room? The one who found him and the one who tried to talk him out of it! They're brothers, might I add, and they both care about Sasana! ONE of them is part of the reason that Sasana just kept cutting and the other... I don't know about him; he's weird. Do you remember back when he was crying for weeks at a time?"
"How Could I forget, love? He was crying non-stop and was too upset to even fight with me; what of it?"
"...the one who found him?"
"Yes?"
"That one is the reason that he was crying-"
Before he even finished the sentence, I was being lifted off the ground by the front of my shirt. I freaked out when I found that it was Iggy's older brother who was lifting me off the ground. I stared into his eyes and he spoke in slow, carefully articulated English. He glared at me, "You're the bastard that made Sasana cry? I'd been wondering who it was for a while, now." He raised me a little higher. "So, why'd ya do it?"
"Do what...?"
"Break his heart. He cried for weeks in our time... Years in human time. He withdrew from the rest of the world... He had ruled the seas... until YOU came along and broke him. Why'd ya do it?" He brought me down in front of his face.
I gagged at the smell of his breath. Rancid potatoes; GROSS! I glared into his eyes, "Dude, there's this amazing little thing... it's called a BREATH-MINT!" I shouted into his face.
He dropped me on my ass and walked back to the iggy-look-alike. He whispered something in the guy's ear and the guy looked at me, a bit confused.
The look-alike came over and offered me his hand, I took it and he pulled me to my feet.
"You're a brave kid. Too young to be fighting with Pattie, but still rather brave."
I blushed, "N-naw, it was just what I usually do."
"Well, I like you. Not even to steal you from Sasana, of course, but still; I like you. My name's Alex Kirkland, Northern Ireland."
"Umm... I'm Alfred F Jones, The United States of America." I stuck my hand out and he shook it.
"Ah, so you're America? Didn't know that. Well I should probably say that, while I do like you, what you did to Sasana was just plain evil. He loved you wholeheartedly and you broke his fragile heart. In fact... if you really think about it... you're the reason that he tried to kill himself."
"W-What do you mean?"
"It's rather simple... You were the only person who Little brother ever loved, and you left him. He tries to be strong and act like he doesn't care, but we can see it in his eyes... his brothers and I... We can all see his emotions in his eyes. Andrew, Pattie, Erin, Danny, and Me; We all knew from the moment that he came home that he was broken. You were his only friend; Friendless England's only friend. And when you left... He gave up. He gave up on ever having friends... of ever falling in love... and it was ALL YOUR FAULT."
"...I know..." I said, staring into those green eyes that were so much like Iggy's. "I screwed up. I wanted my freedom so bad that I just... I hurt him... without meeting on the battlefield any time but the last battle... I hurt him... every shot that my people took against the british soldiers... He felt every shot. He felt every one of my victories... and I... I just... I didn't care."
"...it wasn't just him... we all felt it..." the young man glared into my eyes. "We all felt it physically, but only Sasana felt it that hard. Mentally, Emotionally, Physically, Psychologically... He's the one that you hurt."
The guy walked over to a different guy who also had thick caterpillar eyebrows, only with blondish brown hair and olive colored eyes, and they started talking.
"Amerika-san..." I turned and found my good friend, Japan. Once he saw that he had my attention, he continued to speak, "Doitsu-san said that he is canceling today's meeting because Igirisu-san is in the hospital and cannot be here today. Also, Kita airurando-kun is not used to meetings such as these; Ōsutoraria-san requested that the meetings be suspended until Igirisu-san is out of the hospital. He is very protective of her."
"Wait, Northern Ireland? I just met him," I said, mildly confused.
"Iie, Kita airurando-kun is female. She is Igirisu-san's younger sister," Japan clarified.
"That can't be right... Northern Ireland's a guy named Alex Kirkland."
"Iie. Kita airurando-kun is female. Her human name is Alexandra Kirkland, or Alex Kirkland for short."
"I'm an idiot," I said.
"Anata wa bakadesu." Japan said.
My phone buzzed and I answered it, "Hello?"
"Mr Jones, the patient that you brought to us yesterday evening has disappeared. We have no idea where he could be, but he left a letter that said to call you and tell you... 'Ontario's waiting with a secret.'"
"FUCK!" I shouted. I had to go find Ontario and get whatever it was from him. Iggy used to play these games all the time; leave a letter telling someone to contact me with a message. The message would say that a city was waiting with a secret, and I would go and get the clue from the embodiment of whichever city it was. I would follow the clue to the next clue and the next clue, eventually finding Iggy back where he had been before he started the game. Unfortunately, I had no idea where he'd been before the game started... he might've been in the bathroom, or somewhere else.
I ran out of the meeting room, out of the hotel and found Ontario talking to Montreal outside.
"DUDE!" I yelled, tackling Ontario.
"What the Hell?" the teen city shouted, "Fuck, America, you're heavy! Take the letter and get outta my life, Hoser!"
I took the letter from the teen and opened the envelope. My heart dropped out of my chest; I was supposed to go straight back into the hotel... and up to my room.
'Dear America,
Please get together the following people and then go to your hotel room with them.
France, Spain, Northern Ireland, and Canada'
FUUUUUUUUCK! I thought, crushing the letter in my fist as I went to get the other nations.
They all came willingly, and we went up to my room. I found a small envelope made of heavy paper with Arthur's Initials on it...
Arthur's personal stationary...? I thought, wracking my brain, trying to remember when the last time I'd seen it. My eyes widened when I realized... I haven't seen that stationary since I was just a colony...
Tearing the envelop open, A sheet of parchment (is that the right word? Parchment?) fell out of the envelope. There were 5 messages in 4 languages on the sheet and we all read it... I read all of it that I could understand...
'America, I'll wait for you... beyond the gate. I'll be waiting forever...
Until the day you come...
If I cherish the letters that you wrote me... all those years ago... if I love them, deep inside my heart... I'll meet you again, someday...
France, Nous ne pouvons pas s'entendaient très bien jusqu'à maintenant, mais je voulais vous dire que depuis que j'ai tué Jeanne. (France, We may not have gotten along very well until now, but I've wanted to tell you this since I killed Jeanne.)
Désolé... (Sorry...)
J'ai été un idiot qui ne sait pas quand s'arrêter... mais maintenant... avant de mourir... Je veux dire... (I was an idiot who didn't know when to stop... but now... before I die... I want to say...)
Vous avez eu raison. (You were right.)
Je n'ai pas d'amis… Je n'ai jamais eu d'amis... Personne ne m'aime comme ils vous aiment. (I have no friends... I've never had any friends... No one likes me like they like you.)
...Prendre soin d'eux pour moi… bien? (...take care of them for me... alright?)
Mo Deirfiúr daor, Tá brón orm go raibh mé den sórt sin a asal... scaradh leat as Éirinn mar sin.
Lig dom é a dhéanamh suas go dtí leat... Tá mé ag a thabhairt duit Sasana, mo dheirfiúr daor... Ní bheidh mé a bheith de dhíth orthu a thuilleadh.
Tá tú saor in aisce a fhágáil ar an Ríocht Aontaithe, ach smaoineamh liom go mbeadhsé i bhfad níos mó siamsaíocht gan mé ann.
Feicfidh mé chailleann tú…
España, lo siento que se lucha tanto... (Spain, I'm sorry that I fight you so much...)
Podríamos haber llegado realmente a lo largo de... Si no hubiera sido tan idiota. (We could've really gotten along... If I hadn't been such an asshole.)
Quiero que guarde esta Carta a un secreto de Texas, para que lo sepas... pero tengo algo importante que decirte. (I want you to keep this letter a secret from Texas, just so you know... but I have something important to tell you.)
Texas es su hijo, no la mía, y ciertamente no de Estados Unidos. (Texas is your son; not mine and certainly NOT America's.)
Te mentí cuando dije que era mi hijo… Fue el de todo el tiempo. No es que él sabe, por supuesto... (I lied to you when I said that he was my child... He was your's the whole time. Not that he knows, of course...)
Ver más de mis nietos para mí... son tus, así, después de todo. (Watch over my Grandkids for me... they're your's, as well, after all.)
Canada, You were always my favorite... but I can't follow your wishes.
Don't try to bring me back... and, please, find someone else to love.
Russia's had his eyes on you for a while now... you should give him a chance, because it's rare that one finds another that is so similar to one's self and that loves one so wholeheartedly...
Protect America from the woes of the world... he's too naive to face them alone.
...And one last thing to my dear America...
I love you...'
I felt my heart breaking...
"A suicide note..." France said, staring at the parchment. "L'Angleterre is going to try and kill himself again..."
"Not if I can stop him," I said, masking my heartbreak as best I could.
A/N~ Well... that was... painful to write. The words that he writes to America actually came from a song I heard recently, Paper Plane (Kagamine Rin).
The words were those of Len, and they were: Matsu yo. Itsu made mo ma~tsu teru yo! Kimi ga kuru sono hi made, Tegami o daiji ni nakusazu ni itara, mata aemasu yo ne? (I'll wait. I'll wait for you forever! Until that day when you come back, If I don't lose you precious letters that I have, We'll meet again, alright?)
Needless to say, I changed them, to suit my needs and the situation better.
It killed me writing this, so I hope that it created some suspense, seeing as it ended with a cliffhanger and all. Review so that I can find out you guys' opinions on it and make it a better story [I love getting feedback... especially suggestions].
Also, I'm considering some possible endings for this story and I'm putting a poll on my profile so that you guys can vote on them...