Hi I'm back with another chapter, yes it has been a while, but I need the grammar and spelling program for english that we have in my school and since I didn't fiished this before summer break it took a while. Anyway, Alfred has just met Arthur, who has no idea of what a movie is, and freaks out about it. In this chapter we will follow Alfred in his mind where he will try to explain thing to himself, we will walk a little bit with Henry and Rowan and we will make visit to England in Alfreds dream, the adult one.
Enjoy
Holy shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god! How, seriously, how? Fairies, okay, back in time, fine, weird dreams about Arthur, he could live with that, and that he was going to find Arthur here, sure, but as a kid, A KID, that is so not okay. In fact it is as not okay as it can be. Arthur is supposed to be a grown up, up-straight man in his twenties, he is not a kid. He's a gentleman, well he always says that he is, and has always been one. AND WHY DIDN'T HE SAY THAT HE WAS GOING TO BE A KID IN THIS TIME? IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?
Not that he had actually talked about going back in time with him, he had tried it some times but England never really listened to him. Okay he had talked with him in the dreams, but then the only thing he said that he wasn't going to recognize him, nothing about being a child, right?
And now kid-Arthur is standing there, right in front of him, looking at him like he was some kind of idiot. Not much of a different from how he is usually looking at him but still. Maybe Arthur remembers him! Although they haven't met yet. Or maybe it's because Alfred had let out a shriek and almost fallen into the water and after that he'd been sitting there with his mouth open.
"So, are you going to tell me what that is, the thing you are talking about?" child-Arthur said.
"b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but..." America answered him. "You..."
"Yes me. Wondering what a movie is."
"You, you are small, a little child..." America got up and started coming closer to him. It was just that when he moved Arthur watched him very closely, making sure that he would be able to run away if Alfred turned out to be evil. His grip around the bow tightened and he even got ready to aim an arrow towards Alfred.
That, America actually noticed. Although someone who didn't notice when someone had an arrow pointed at you must be really dense, and even if he often acted like he was that dense, he so totally wasn't.
He thinks.
Anyway, having Arthur pointing an arrow towards you was actually slightly disturbing. He looked so confused, well not that much, and scared and serious and a lot of other things. Like he wasn't sure if Alfred was going to hurt him or not. How rude! Damn, Arthur should know heroes don't hurt people, they protect people. But if he told this Arthur that he was a hero he would probably run away. Sure looks like he was going to do that.
"A movie" America said instead. "is a bunch of pictures moving, so that the moving pictures will tell a story with moving objects. And it is even sound to that. Great, huh?" America beamed at the little boy, who, thankfully, didn't looked quite as scared as before.
"What's a 'picture'?" if one would over look that Arthur was now a kid, it was pretty fun how he manage to imitate Alfred's way to say the words.
"Well, a picture is, is, is, is some sort of painting."
"Oh" Arthur's eyes widened as he stared into nothing. "How can it move?" he asked then, he looked much happier now. Wow, that was a long time ago Alfred had seen him this excited. "Dose it always stays in the movie? What if the people fall out or something?" he continued.
"Well, they can't fall out of the movie and..."
"How dose it work, how can they move? Is it magic? Is it?" Arthur said; he had now put his arrow away. "Is it the fairies that had made them move?"
Oh my god! Not even back in the time he would be free of Arthur damn rant about the fairies. Why can't he see that there is no such thing as fairies? Okay it makes since that this Arthur believes in him, but this Arthur is not a several hundred years (how old is Arthur now again?) in a young adults body.
"Well, yeah, sure, we can say that. The fairies make the pictures move."
"Ha, I knew it." Then Arthur fell silent. "But... where are the pictures going?" Alfred could do nothing but stare at the boy, who stared back. He though the picture had gotten legs and started walking, or he thought that some sort of painting had grown legs and started walking around. Oh, common, was he really that bad at explaining things.
"Anyway...what's your name?"
"Arthur" ha, he knew that. "What's' your name?"
"Alfred F Jones, or as some say the United..." wait, Arthur didn't know he was a nation now, or that there was a place called America. Pff, who can people not know about America, that's insanity. "Alfred is just fine to call me or Al for that matter. "
"I can call you that, one of my kings are named Alfred."
"Oh, really? Wait, one of them?"
"Yep, one of them. Most of them have disappeared and I can't find them, oh and some of them are sleeping and won't wake up. They must be really tired. But that doesn't matter because soon after they disappear or fall asleep there is always a new king to take his place until the old one return. Which he doesn't do so often."
Again, Alfred could do nothing but stare at him. Okay, so he had no idea what death were. Or maybe he had, but he didn't understand that humans can die. Because, you know, he couldn't.
"Okay... so what brings you out here?" Alfred said to change the subject.
"I was following you."
"You were following me, okay then why, wait, why were you following me for?"
"Because I've never seen you before."
"And that gives you the right to follow me?" at this Arthur looked at him curiosity.
"Yes"
"Oh. Well then."
Alfred goes up from the ground. If he was lucky, which he probably wasn't, this was all just a dream, although he really doubts that, or just a hologram, that would just be freaky but kid-Arthur would go away when he touched him even if the trees and Rowans family was real. If he were unlucky, which he also really doubt he was, this Arthur here would jus be a ghost. Urg. Let's hope that wasn't it. If he was going to be realistic, in some case's it's good to be that even if it can be boring most of the time, all this was just a trick that green fairy was doing. Yep, real realistic.
"So, you are not from here, are you? Because I would know if you were and you aren't." Arthur said while Alfred was busy thing that he might have to touch him to prove he was made of flesh and bone. "And you are not from any of my brothers places, I would know that too."
Alfred listened to what he said, but he didn't really hear it until he place his hand on the kids' forehead. Okay so, he was real. And the green fairy probably had other thing to deal with then fooling around with him. And he was back in time, and Arthur hadn't always been a grown-up. Even if it was hard to believe.
Wait, Arthur had brothers?
No, that can't be, he would so know if he had brothers. He would have said anything about that. France may have said something about it, Spain was there when he said it and only smiled happy like he knew exactly who he was talking about.
Did he know? Yes, France and said something about it, Alfred remembered asking his little brother about it, (Marcus? Martin?, Matthew? Matthew!) and he said that he had actually met one or two of them at Arthurs place when he had decided to make a surprise visit to Arthur. He even remembered that Denmark had heard and started asking questions to... Canada about which brother he had met, and questions to Norway and Sweden if they remembers them or if they only remember the games they played with England. Why hadn't he remembered this until now?
Easy, he was more interested in where Canada had met them, since when did he do surprise visits? That's like, so not like him. At all.
"And you not from Rome either, I know which families who are left from that time, and those guys weren't so nice to Papa Celt."
"Look I have no idea what you are talking about. Wait, you aren't by any chance called Albion?" He still had his hand on Arthur's forehead.
"Oh, soo maybe you are a child or so from the men and women Prussia had? I haven't been called that in a very long time, and if I am then people are referring to a spirit."
"Prussia, you know Prussia?"
"Yes, or are you from Denmark's people? They don't come here so often anymore. You know, Sweden and Norway are growing so much faster then me, it's unfair. But at least they don't play with me anymore. They had weird games." That's pretty easy to belive.
No way was that he going to be from Prussia of all places, better then Russia but still. No way!
"No, no I'm not, I'm from..." how he hated not being able to say America, sure kid-Arthur would not know what he was talking about, but he couldn't know every country yet, but there is a chance that he might remember when he grows up. And even if it's not his fault he really didn't want grown up Arthur to know that he's been time traveling. Damn, he told his real name! Last name and everything!
"Oh, so you from France then?"
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Prussia it is then.
"No I'm just kidding with you, I'm from Prussia."
"Ha, I knew it" Arthur beamed. "But then you don't want to meet France, would you?"
"Meet him?" why would Arthur look forward to meeting him?
"Yes he should be here sooner or later, he never leaves for too long, well sometimes he does, and for no reason. Why aren't you wondering what I'm talking about? Scotland said we aren't allowed to speak to people so that they might understand what we are, please don't tell him about what I said to you, I haven't done anything bad this week besides that he's going to cook my favorite for dinner!"
"O-okay" he hasn't even though about that.
"On the other hand, you don't have to meet him" Kid-Arthur said and took a few steps back. Alfred continued to just stare at him.
"Why can't I meet him?"
Arthur again said nothing and turned away from him.
"Because I don't want you to" Arthur said and turned his head to look at him. "I'll talk to you later."
"I wont' wait here you know!"
"I'll find you, I'll always find you when you're here!" and then he took off and run into the woods. No way would he be able to follow him in there. No way in Hell.
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When Alfred came back to the camp where Rowan and his brother was, the feeling of being watched was finally gone. But that might have something to do with that the one watching him, Kid-Arthur that is, had run home, he think, to his brother to eat dinner.
And dinner was, by the way, something that was waiting for him in the camp.
"Hey are you going to be with us for one more night?" Rowans brother asked him. "I hope you have, because we're only here tonight too for we wasn't sure on if you are going to stick around."
"Oh, I'll stay." Alfred said and sat down next to him. Rowan showed up from no where, with a bow in his hands. Much like Arthur but he wasn't pointing at Alfred.
"So you're back, I knew you would be back. Didn't I say so, huh? Henry, wasn't I?" Henry was the name of Rowans brother. "I also said..." Rowan continued to talk, and America stopped listening. And he noticed that Henry wasn't really listening either.
And Rowan, who didn't noticed that his audience wasn't listening to him talking about a) how great he was for knowing that Alfred would be back, b) that time when he almost drown in the river when a kindly passing by man helped his father bring back life to him and c) why it was so fun being in the woods with Henry.
When it was time to sleep, Henry had to play a game with Rowan so that he would shut up. First, he said that Rowan would never be able to beat him at the game, and when Rowan over and over again shouted that he of course can; Henry told him which game it was. It was the 'First one to sleep'-game. And ten minuets later, Rowan was fast asleep.
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This time they were in Arthurs study, and America couldn't even remember if he had ever been in this room before. No, no he hadn't. Behind his desk there was a painting, but it was covered by a sheet. Besides he wasn't that interesting in paintings, Italy of France might want to know what was on the painting but he didn't.
Instead he looked around the small room. Hehe, his own study was bigger. And not soo messy, one would never believe that his own study seemed paper free with all the papers here. On the desk there were new papers, and some copies America had too. But on the shelves laid paper which had begun to turn yellow, and already were yellow for that matter. Papers weren't the only thing on the shelves either. They were filled with things he didn't even know what to call them, or had the energy to explain what it was. But it looked old. On one of the shelves there was a bunch of leader bound books, and America took slowly out one of them, a blue one. The pages were yellow, but the text was still clear. He didn't read it, maybe just a sentence or so, but he knew it was England's handwriting. And even if he wanted to read it; he couldn't. Mostly there were just some letters an numbers, and when there actually was something written in text it started with a date, like in a diary and heroes don't read those, and even then there were a lot of numbers. Except on some pages, where Arthur had drown maps. Funny how the book smelled of the sea.
America looked around the rooms. In one corner England had barrel with two umbrellas and at least then different plashes that probably was old plans and old maps. And on the wall next to the covered painting was a world map, filled with needles and dots on it. Wow, England actually use some of the stuff in here.
Then he heard something outside the door. And as he turned to it, England stepped in with a cup of tea in his hands. Tea, America actually felt an odd urged to have some.
"Ah, I've been waiting on you." England said as he saw him, and sat sown behind the desk. He put his tea cup down, next to a pile of books, and on top of the books was a dirty tea cup. "Oh, dear, I must have forgotten of that one." England said, down in his papers.
"Why have you been waiting for me?"
"Well, you are stuck in my past, and you only come here when you are in trouble, or have something on you mind. And it's been a while. Sit."
Alfred sat down in a chair in front of the desk.
"Do you use to have guest in here?"
"No, the chair usually stands in the corner, but I have gathered some papers and put them away in boxers that are there instead. So I can use the chair again. So, what's on you mind?"
"Well, it's about you.
"You met me? About time."
"Yes and there are a few things I would like to ask about..."
England lend backwards in his chair took his tea cup and smile to America to continued to talk.
HA! Don't you want to know what happens next?