Well, getting this uploaded took longer time than I expected. It wasn't that I had trouble writing it, I'm just too lazy to publish it.
Anyway, some kindly soul explained Englands names for me, so the time America is in is when England was a chiled, he knew France and the Vikings, but I'll keep on calling him Albion, just because I'm too lazy to change it~
"I'm not especially approving of what ever it is you are doing, and I can assure you that I will not help you go through with it" Arthur was still on the phone. Alfred was still sitting on the couch. He hadn't gone bored waiting for Arthur to say good bye to Francis, he hadn't been by the bookshelf, and in fact he hadn't moved that much since Arthur left the room.
But somehow he had the green orb in his hands. And the orb wasn't just glowing, it show Alfred how his day in the past time had been. How he met Rowan and got to stay with his family.
And then Arthur came back into the room.
"What are you looking at?" he asked. Alfred, who's mind still was with Rowan and his family, didn't look up from the glowing orb.
"Something I found. By the bookshelf... but I haven't been there yet"
"Haven't been there yet?"
"No" Alfred said and looked at Arthur. Why was it so hard to stop looking at the orb? "This is all wrong, I'm supposed to be there and looking through your books..."
"So that's why I found you there."
"But I haven't been there yet, this is all wrong."
"What are you holding?"
Alfred showed him the orb. No wait, Arthur wasn't supposed to see it!
"Where did you found it?"
"But England, aren't you listening to me? I have not been by the bookshelf yet, I shouldn't have the orb, since there is where I found it!"
"Shh, its fine, Alfred." Alfred not America. "I'm not mad."
"What time is this?"
"2011, silly" Arthur answered. He had called him Alfred. Not America.
"What time am I in?"
"Some year in the Middle ages."
"Well, that's not very precisely, England" Can he say Arthur? Wait, he was what? Oh yeah, not so surprising thinking of the day he just went through.
"Eh, no, it is an era of 1000 years or something." No he can't.
"How?"
"Well, when I was busy talking to Francis" Francis not France. Why was that disturbing? "You decided to take a look at my books, and you must have done something you're not telling me otherwise you wouldn't have the orb. Say, what did she tell you?"
Everything was staring to get blurry, and he started to not feel so well. He didn't want to be there anymore.
"Who?"
"Loreen, the fairy, America. The green one." America not Alfred. Why not Alfred?
"She said something about a text, the one you gave me. But that hasn't happen yet."
"The one you holding in your right hand?" Huh, when did he get that?
"Em, y-yes."
"Well, America" America not Alfred "you get to live through a few days of the middle ages."
"Maybe I don't want to. Will you be there?"
"Yes. But you won't recognize me."
"Where will I find you?"
"In the woods."
"How will I come back?"
"It's time to wake up now America." America not Alfred."Go back there. And be careful, Alfred" Alfred not America.
Why can't we name each other by human names and not nations names? Alfred thought, but he didn't dare saying it for some reason, which was what he usually did. I feel bad when you insist on calling me America when you can call everybody else by their human names. And you wrong, Arthur, I always recognize you. It's your eyes. I'll always know them, ever since I was just a baby.
America woke up by Rowan shaking him. Damn that boy was strong!
"Don't wake up the sleeping" Alfred mumbled.
"No" Rowan answered. "I think it is 'don't wake up the dead' or something. But how are you supposed to wake up a dead man. I mean, without magic of course."
Alfred got in to a sitting position.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Dead persons, you started it-"
"How?"
"- but never mind! Today we will take a trip to the woods. Sounds good isn't it?"
"Ugh" It really didn't. Staying in bed did, however. But he couldn't to that no, because Rowan more and less pushed America out of bed.
They left right after a quick breakfast. Not much of a breakfast for that matter. Rowan had spent all morning packing their bags before waking America up.
"Come on now, Alfred. Everything is ready."
"Okay, when will we be back?" America asked when Rowans father joined them, he was leading a horse.
"Well, you have food and water for at least a week, and if you need more, Rowan here have become very good with his bow." Rowans face was filled with proud by his fathers' words. And while they were saying good bye to each other America stood by the horse. Rowan, a boy, a little boy, should not know how to use a bow. And if he did he surly should not know how to hunt! A week? Will they be gone for a week? When were they planning on telling him that?
"Alfred, you look rather puzzled" Rowans father laugh. "I know that you might change your mind and don't want to come back here when Rowan does, that's why I'm asking you to at least follow him on a trip through the woods. Once on the other side you'll find Henry, who is my oldest son. He will take care of Rowan then." Rowans father placed one hand on America's shoulder. "I'm asking you this since I can not follow." Then in a whisper he said; "I know Rowan seems to think he can handle himself in the woods, and I have no doubts in him. But I don't like the idea of him being alone in there. It is a dangerous place."
"Don't worry, I'll look after him" America beamed. After all he was hero no matter what time he was in.
"You'll have to remind me, dear Alfred. I remember your name, but I can't seem to remember if I ever told you mine" Rowans father said.
"Well no you didn't" America said as he and Rowan started walking. The man just hummed.
Outside the farm Rowan jumped with excitement and he waved hysterical at his father when the man stopped.
"You'll be at the woods in at least an hour. You can see the woods over there" America look at the direction the man pointed at. And to his surprised he could actually see the woods.
"And my name is Arthur." The man then smiled. America's brain stopped. Arthur! England! Albion. Again he chooses to ignore the voice in the back of his head. Where the hell did that Albion-thing came from anyway. It's the oldest name. The name of the young one.
The weird voice inside his head was answering his question in riddles!
The point is, he will find England in the woods!
Rowan was talking again. America had no clue of what he was saying, and he didn't dare ask; the boy might start all over again. And if he did that Americas ears might start to bleed.
He didn't dare think more of this voice in his head; it might start speaking to him too, and then he will be very confused and Rowan might think he was the one making America confused and start to explain what it is he is saying and talk even more then before.
And then they reached the woods. They had only been walking for an hour. It felt like an eternity!
The wood weren't like those he was used to. At home the trees didn't stand so close together, and the sun always lit up everything, but the biggest different must be that in his forests at home he knew every path, tree, bush, pit and roots. There was no way he could get lost at home. But he wasn't home now; he was in England's place. Not only at England's place but his place a few hundred years ago. Ha! Few hundred years, at least a thousand years.
And the woodland before him wasn't anything like the ones at home. This one was dark; he couldn't see any sunlight in it like he could with those at home, and all he could see was the color green.
And the trees stood closed together; with some of them he wasn't even sure if it was one or two trees. And it looked like something in his horror movies!
Beside him he heard Rowan happily tell him about the beauty of this forest. Beauty? They were home to ghost, and probably something much worse.
But the worst part was the first thing he did when he and Rowan, well mostly him because Rowan stayed outside hile America went in, entered the forest was to trip. America was still not sure on what it was he tripped on, but it sure was something. And for the first time since they left the farm Rowan stopped talking, but only to laugh at him.
America then tried to stand up again, only to hit his head on a tree branch.
"Ouch"
"HAHA – Mr. Alfred, you- HAHA- sho- sho- should kn- know better- " Rowan said between laughter.
"It's not that funny!" America said as he tried to take a new step, which proved to a bad move, since he soon found himself hugging the nearest tree for support. And Rowan had hard time breathing.
"HAHA – I'm s-s-sorry, Alfred. Ha-ha" America stood up, without tripping on something else, when Rowan too entered the woods.
"Watch you step, Alfred. Since we are in no danger or hurry, do you know any good stories?"
America thought for a moment. What did he know? He knew many awesome stories of course, but they belonged way into the future. And then there were always the old bedtime stories Art- England –Albion (stupid voice)- told him as a baby. But for some reason he really didn't want to tell one of those.
"No sorry, kiddo-Rowan, I mean." Rowan looked surprised at him, and America's heart almost stopped. Please don't make him explain what he meant by 'kiddo'. Luckily for America, the word America had used was not the thing on Rowans mind.
"You have no good stories? What kind of an awful place are you from?"
"Well, of course I have stories I just can't find the right words for them!" No one, and that means no one, call America, the United States, awful.
"Um, then I will tell you one." Rowan said. And them he started talking about which story he was going to tell.
America, who for now had stopped listening, looked around the place. There were trees everywhere, some pretty big and some rather small and then of course the average size of a tree.
There were some bushes here and there and yellow, blue and red flower, and a bird's nest and a pair of eyes in the bushes and rabbit hole. Almost like the forests he was used to.
OH MY FUCKING GOD! THERE WAS A PAIR OF EYES IN THE BUCHES!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" America screamed, just as the eyes disappeared and there was some clear movements behind the bushes. But no other screams or noise for that matter then the one America was making.
"Calm down, what are you screaming for?" Rowan asked.
"There was something- something in the bushes" America said, hating his voice. He sounded so weak and helpless.
"Probably just a rabbit, or something" Rowan went over to look at the bush. "There are a lot of them here. Common!"
They had been walking the hole day. Two times had they stopped to eat, and the first time they stopped America realized; he had no idea of what he had in the bag he was carrying. Rowan seemed to know. Before they stopped the second time he had seen the eyes again, but instead of screaming, and making a fool out of himself in front of a eight year old boy, America swallowed his fear, well at least he swallowed something but it wasn't his fear because he was just as scared as before, and went to see what was behind the bushes. It turned out to be a rabbit.
"Strange" America had whispered for himself as he returned to follow Rowan.
The point was, Rowan had been talking all day. Or at least he had never been quiet. Sometimes he had talked about absolutely nothing. Sometimes he had told America a story, which America already knew by heart, and sometimes he burst into song. America knew the songs too.
When the evening came, he and Rowan had put their belongings by a tree and had lain down next to them. America watched Rowan as he began to drift of to sleep, and soon followed him.
Funny how every time he started dreaming he showed up in Arthur house. Yes, America decided, in his mind he can call Arthur for Arthur.
Well thats all for this time~
Wow, I really wonder what
I hope you like it. And now I will go and do some research about middle ages, and some viking knowledge for another story XD