Here; a new chapter XD
In this one, Alfred finds himelf talking to a green fairy. And later on a small boy...
The green thing was smiling at him, with a light in her eyes. When she spoke it sounded more like wheezing.
"Coooooome with meeeee and yooooou will seeeee about the ooooother side of the woooooooooorld"
"What are you talking about?" America screamed as everything stared to spin.
"Buuuuuut if yoooooou want toooo seeeee the oooother woooooorld yoooou neeeeeeed toooooo speak their language..."
The green thing came closer to him. And then she started speaking in a weird language, the same language that the text was written on. The one that England had given him.
"Nu scilun herga hefenricæs Uard" the green something started to say. "Metudæs mehti and his modgithanc,"
"What on earth are you doing?" America yelled. "Hey, tell me!"
"uerc Uuldurfadur, sue he uundra gihuæs,
eci Dryctin, or astelidæ.
He ærist scop æaeldu barnum
Hefen to hrofæ, halig Sceppend;"
As she said the words faster and faster she laughed at him.
"tha middingard moncynnæs Uard,
eci Dryctin, æfter tiadæ
firum oldu, Frea allmehtig"
"H-hey" America said, he was scared now. Please say that this was just a dream.
The green something said the chant over and over again, and for every time she said it; America heard in become more and more understandable.
And soon she said it in real English.
"Oh, oh oh no" the green thing said. "Now you are way to far back in time, let's go back to the future..."
"What? Are you not going to tell me what you just said?"
The green thing looked confused at him with wide eyes.
"Um... no."
America, just as confused stared back at her. No one said anything under a minute, where they just stared at each other.
"Anyway" the green thing said and moved her arms in a weird way.
Then everything started to spin the other way. Damn, he felt dizzy now! But at least the green thing was talking in a normal way now.
"Hey, wait." He said again.
And everything stopped. Before him was a round portal that showed a field with yellow and white flowers and that laid just before a big forest that seemed to never stop. The trees seemed to grow so close to each other and you could see no light between the trees.
"Beautiful, is it not?" the green thing said. "Now gooooooooooooooooo..."
Before America could do anything, he felt someone push him in the back, though the portal and suddenly he was very close to the ground. And he could feel soft, soft grass under his hands.
America lifted his head. Maybe a hundred meters before him he saw a green, dark green, forest. Damn he was started to get tired of green.
And then he realized that maybe a hundred yards from him lay one of the largest woods he'd ever seen. And with all the trees standing so close to one another it looked really dark as well.
Amazed he stood up, and by doing so he noticed that his cloths were changed. He wore a set of woolen clothing with bright colors, heck he even had underwear out of linen. So much for his new boxer short out of silk that was on sale last week.
America looked back at the wood again. How had he come here? And who would believe him that while staying in London he found a green orb (which if he ever told anyone he'd have to explain several times that he didn't steal it!), and that the green orb turned in to a green fairy who spoke really weird and than send him here. And the only one that might believe him would be Arthur, but only because of the fairy part. Wait, Arthur England!
Out of anything, he was probably still in England. He just didn't know where in England he was, or when judging by his new clothes.
Oh great, he had gone back in time to a place somewhere in England with no chance on getting back to where he came from.
Wait a minuet... He. Had. Gone. Back. In. Time. Awesome! Just wait until he tell everyone back home, haha how totally jealous France would be when America and not him got to spend time with a young England (he just has to find him), or the face Prussia would make when he heard that America got the awesome chance to going back in time.
Life can be good sometimes. Oh yeah.
In a good mood America looked around. He realized that he didn't have Texas on, and the glasses where nowhere to be found, but thanks to the green fairy( at least he thought it was thanks to her) he didn't need them to see. Still he'd like to know where they were.
And that's when he noticed a small boy, who he then realized had been standing there for a while, with a small bow in his hands. America cheeks redden.
The boy looks at him like he was crazy. He must be around 7, maybe 8, but he was pretty small so he might be younger.
"Um, Hi" America said. "I'm Alfred F. Jones and you are?"
"Oh" the boy said. He was spotted, maybe he should have hide better that standing on the open field. "Hello, my name is Rowan, I'm the son of the farmer up on the hill west of the little village outside of Wessex."'Alfred couldn't help but smile, judging by the cloths the boy was poor but he sounded proud.
"Okay, nice to meet you. Where am I?"
"On a field"
"where is that field?"
"Right outside the village and before the woods"
"What village?"
"The one west of Wessex, not far away from here."
"And where is that?"
"Not far away from here"
"Will you just answer my question and tell me what this place is?"
"Albion" England.
"Thank you. What?"
"I said Albion, Albion is the land of ours" the boy said. England.
Alfred ignored the whisper in the back of his head.
"Are you lost?" the boy asked with big eyes.
"Well yeah, sorta" Alfred said. To be honest he was kidnapped by a green fairy-orb thingy, but he couldn't tell the boy that.
"My father can help you, I'll take you home. Do you know how use a bow? Of course you do, I mean everyone knows how to handle a bow, even those who uses swords more than bows and arrows. You know to hunt down animals and maybe if some mean person decide to shoe up, you know they do that sometimes..."
Damn! That kid can talk. And he clearly didn't know what 'not far away from here' meant. They had been walking for three hour. Three hours! Damn!
Alfred's feet hurt, his back hurt and his ears hurt. Next time England is shouting at him to shut up he goddamn will!
"See, see, there is my farm." The boy pointed on a small farm and from where they were standing he could see a woman cleaning and watching over her children. There were five of them, all running around in front of her. And there was a man taking care of some of the animals on the farm.
"Father! Oi, father!" the boy yelled and run to them. "I found a lost man! We have to help him!"
They let him stay and help on the farm when they found out that he had nowhere to go. They were poor, but not that poor so America could stay with them without guilt. Besides Rowans family was happy having him there.
Their farm wasn't big. They had a barn, the main house and a well. The house was big enough for the parents to have one room and two rooms for the children. America got to share room with Rowan, his brother Ulric and their sister Alianor.
He didn't mind it, Rowans siblings seemed nice.
"So, you from out of town?" Rowans father asked.
"Yeah, I am" America said happily.
"But you are from here, right?" Once again America just shrugged off the voice in his head. He had absolutely no idea what this Albion was, or who he was, but he was sure no one had heard of America yet. He knew his own history perfectly, every little thing about it. Even the fact that he didn't exist in people mind before Columbus. At least not the European mind.
"Yeah I am" for now.
"Good, you had me worrying there, lad. Can honestly say that I haven't heard 'yeah' before."
"Well, um I had a problem saying yes as a child." And look at that, a few hours with the family and he was already lying to them. Good job Alfred.
"I've been thinking" Rowans father said. "You look like a strong youth, although I'd like to have you around here all the time, little Rowan asked me if he could take you to the woods tomorrow."
America paled.
"Not the one three hours away?"
"No, there are closer woods." The man chuckled.
"Then of course he can take me to the woods." America laughed.
Later at night, when he laid in the bed next to Rowan, he thought of what both England and the green fairy thing had said. He wouldn't understand their language, so the fairy made him. He hadn't gone so far back in time so the text England had given had been written long ago even at this time. He hoped.
Tomorrow he would experience real adventure, real medieval adventure. Out in the wood. Rowan would probably teach him how to use the bow. How the boy ranted about that thing! And maybe if he could stay long enough he would be able to see a tournament. Haha, to see the look on Prussia's face when he would tell him about it. And after that Prussia could shove his big proud talk of his days during the medieval up his ass. How he look forward to that. All he needed now was a good nights rest.
And he couldn't sleep! How irritating!
Oh, and he couldn't stay up either since Rowan was fast asleep. So very, very, VERY irritating! And how was he supposed to go back anyway? It's not like he was ever told what to do when you go back in time. Next time they better give him a manual to green glowing orbs that take you back in time! So was stuck in this place called Albion... England
You'll go back when you ready...
So now, I know that England was probably called something else then Albion at this time, which I'm not sure when it is acctualy, but I like that name and will keep on calling him that. And I still haven't found the text so I can't translate the old "english" to new english, sorry :P
And I tried haveing the historical right, but I'm not an expert on it so it might be wrong.
Have a nice day~