Believer

The 1950s: the height of the Cold War. The world was wrestled into two camps, the West and the East. In regards to that, it will be another story. America had introduced England his alien friend, Tony. Since then, England did some reflection over it.

England was inside his bathroom, washing his face. He then stared at the mirror, thinking the creature he saw back at America's house.

The creature appeared humanoid at first glance, but without a shred of clothing. Its skin was not fair, or black, just pale grey. Its limbs were thin and the head seemed larger in proportion to the body. Its eyes had nothing but red, leaving one to ponder on his state of mind.

Above all, its first word to the Briton was not anything remotely resembling good impressions…

"Fucking limey…"

"Bloody hell!" yelled England, "that thing did not exist! I had seen way more things than that miserable git ever would! Aliens, they're just mere poppycock!"

Suddenly, the phone attached on his bathroom wall rang. England quickly picked it up.

"Hello? Mr Prime Minister, what is the matter now? I'm quite busy here…" England spoke, "what, this has to be a joke! You need me to investigate this…"

Midday of the following day, England set out to the English hills at once. According to officials, his mission was an investigation on a supposed UFO crash with a RAF bomber.

England donned his green military attire proudly, armed with a pistol and his Excalibur. Furthermore, he had the Holy Scabbard Avalon and a large bag pack full of survivor items for anything that might occur.

"According to the initial report, the crash site should be somewhere around…" England droned in, as he stopped short.

If he continued, England would have fallen into the large pit before him. The grass patch around the crater seemed to be burnt to the ground by the impact, and the molten remnants of metal were splattered on the ground.

"This… must be it…" England muttered, "It was some crash alright, but there's no anomaly I should expect from a crash."

England went further into the crater and looked around the damage done. Suddenly, he thought he heard something and looked around again.

"Hello, someone here?" he asked, "I'm sent by London to help out and investigate."

Soon, a short figure walked out to meet England… and the Briton's eyes widened. It looked exactly like the creature America showed him, the thing he named Tony.

"Who… or what are you?" England exclaimed.

"I was about to rendezvous with my comrade, but there's this fucking aircraft that crashed with my ship," the creature explained, "wait… assessing Subject… assessing Subject…"

The grey creature stood still and paused for a moment, and then its eyes glowed.

"Subject assessed," it spoke, "identification as fucking limey. Annihilation may be allowed."

"Good thing I was prepared for this," England mused to himself.

He brandished out his weapon, a simple pistol. However, it was tipped with a silencer. England quickly pushed the trigger…

Later, England gave a full report to his boss in Downing Street. Churchill was looking at the photographic evidence England took of.

"So I see… we are not alone in this universe…" Churchill remarked, "But was that move somewhat undiplomatic?"

"Trust me; the British Empire is still not ready for this encounter," England answered, "I only did the best thing for the sake of the country and the Church."

"You may be correct, I dread at the bloody mess we would have if we have an alien invasion on top of that Cold War," Churchill agreed.

"Maybe we should keep a tight lid over this," England added, "there may be more of such incidents in the future, so we must be prepared."

"I shall take your advice, England," Churchill replied, "it may be harsh to withhold information from the people, but…"

"…We must consider the big picture as well," England added, "Thank you, Mr Churchill."

In the following decades, England suppressed anything that would arouse the ideal of alien life around his country. However, England relaxed on it in due time and by 2010, the information of it was released in the official story.

However, it is noted that exact details remain hidden from public eye.

"Arthur, why you kept all this away from us, from me?" demanded America.

"Since you're using my informal name, I take it that it is not of upmost importance… Alfred…" England turned back, "go now, I still have my embroidery to do."

"Why you… of course it is important!" America exclaimed, "I had seen those reports you had leaked out. I know it that you believe in aliens too!"

"Excuse me, since when I claim such," England replied.

"C'mon, you don't need to be all closet 'bout it," America said, pulling out a pile of papers, "your government has disclosed this recently, and it shows all alien activity in the UK since the Cold War."

"I can tell you that there is nothing I found in any of those instances!" England exclaimed, "I got nothing to hide, especially from you."

"Fine, I will tell you a little something too, a secret I kept during the entire Cold War," America declared, "Tony had been making crop circles to signal his friends here. You see, Tony and them are in real estates and were making a summer house for their people."

"You git, that is as good as an invasion in Nation terms!" England shouted, "Told you they were hostile!"

"Well, they're not Nations and you know it," America said, "anyway, they had been trying to land here ever since Roswell. However, they never came…"

"Maybe they had seen how idiotic you are and flee at first sight," England remarked.

"I had my suspicions at first, and narrowed it down to you and Russia," America continued, "but now… it seems I have misjudged Russia."

"How so?" asked England.

"He was my Cold War rival, and he won the space race too… or so I thought…" America spoke.

Then he stopped and looked at England with serious eyes, and pulled up his spectacles.

"I want to see them, the true documents of your alien encounters," America said.

"America, be logical for once," England replied, "as if I would ever believe in such bullshit, and I'm afraid you'll bore yourself to death over my files."

"England, just hand over those files or I'll…" America pleaded.

"Or you'll what?" retorted England, "Declare war on me? Please, your government aren't fools, you know?"

"England, for the benefit of Mankind, we need to develop relations with forces beyond…" America proclaimed.

"America, stop living in your little fantasies," England said, "why not go play your video games with Japan… or disturb Afghanistan or Iraq… or something like that."

"This is not one of my movies, okay!" America yelled, "I am talking business to you, and real big problems too!"

"The next World Conference is around a week away," England remarked, "you should prepare your report to solve global warming, instead of dwelling in science fiction crap."

America pounded his fist and literally broke England's table in half. He then stood up and began to march off.

"England, I will get those reports from you somehow!" America declared.

"C'mon, I know all those spies you planted in my country," England remarked, "only you seem not to know whose country planted spies on your so-"

At that point, America had already left England's house. England took a glimpse at America stomping off in anger, and retreated to his seat once more.

"That miserable git is still such a child; he doesn't know the magnitude of this situation," England said, "if the people knew… there will be panic… chaos… hysteria… destruction… fear… it'll be like Year 1000 with France all over again."

England held up his phone and dialled a number at once.

"M16, this is Sir Arthur Kirkland speaking," England said, "Yes, Burger Addict suspects us now as expected. Make sure the Royal Family and the Cabinet are secured, and debug my house, Buckingham and Downing Street. Proceed with Plan B; relocate X-Files to the Emergency Vaults."

With that, the secretive truth behind England's espionage remained a secret hidden from the world. Maybe when the world is prepared at a future date and era, then those secrets would be revealed…