This is a little birthday present for my wonderful co writer! Her birthday is on Halloween which is pretty darn awesome (Prussia: Almost as awesome as me!). This chapter is in third person and was more work than I thought, especially with my new addictions to Merlin and Doctor Who (Oh yeah, and schoolwork is important too). Speaking of which, this has something to do with both of them and a few other fandoms. Enjoy!
Note: I do not wish for this to be compared with Fifty Shades of Grey, thank you.
INTRO OF DARKNESS THEN REDNESS THEN WHITENESS!
England: It's that time of the year again! All Hallows' Eve is upon us and I have to find Abby a birthday present that will top last year's because I love her dearly.
Czech: It's that time of the year again! Halloween is coming and I have to find Abby a birthday present that will top last year's because that's what friends do.
Hailey: It's tha' tim' o' the year a-gain! Halloween's a-commin an' I gotta get Abby a birthday present that'll top last year o' she'll kill me!
(Hailey's slang and accent comes and goes depending on what she is drinking at the moment)
It's a beautiful, sunny London day (gasp! That's unheard of!) On October thirty-first when Abby wakes up with a start. Her Spartan instincts tell her that somebody is at the other side of her bedroom door. She grabs the first object to her right and jumps out of her bed. "THIS IS SP-"
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ABBY!" England jumps out from behind the door with a large grin across his face.
"OH MY GOSH BO! DON'T BLOODY SCARE ME LIKE THAT! I ALMOST KILLED YOU!"
"With Flying Mint Bunny?" England starts to laugh as Abby let go of little green creature she was grasping. "I just wanted to tell you that your birthday present is in the living room." He exits the room, followed by the magical bunny.
Abby slides down the stair-rail like Mary Poppins and notices the large police box in the middle of the parlor (or living room, whatever). "Bo?"
All of a sudden, England walks out of the police box- wearing a bowtie? "Surprise! I purchased a TARDIS just for you!" He glows with pride.
"So you can go anywhere in time- in the entire universe? Wow- that's cool. Doctor Who is a pretty stupid show, (A look of horror appears on England's face) but this is probably the best gift I've ever gotten! Thank you!" She hugs her father tightly.
"Hello?" Hailey enters the room with a burlap sack the size of a person over her shoulder.
"OH MY HONEY BADGER! THAT'S NOT WHAT I THINK IT IS!" Abby fangirl squeals with excitement. Hailey dumps Jeremy Renner out on the floor, England walking back into TARDIS with his palm to his face. What is he going to do with this child?
"He was taking a vacation in Dublin when I captured him in this sack. I thought you might like him nice and fresh, so I brought him as soon as I could."
"Great! Just bring him upstairs. I'll play with him later!" An evil grin starts to form in the corners of her mouth as Hailey drags the extremely confused Jeremy up the stairs.
"Greece! Where am I going to get a costume to win back Dalibora? I hate your cat loving guts but you've gotta help me just this once!" A certain Turk angrily marches into Greece's backyard.
"Why so worked up all of a sudden? I thought you were over her. You accepted your fate like the tough guy you said you were." The Grecian yawns, having just woken up from a nap.
"Dude! It's Halloween! She's probably gonna be dressed in something kinky tonight and the other nations won't be able to get off of her!"
"You're being irrational, Sadiq. Why don't you get over it and take a nap." Greece rolls his eyes.
"YOU ARE A FREAKING FOREVER ALONE CAT LOVER! WHY IN MY RIGHT MIND WOULD I LISTEN TO YOU?"
The Grecian slowly rises, as if to challenge the Turk, but instead holds out a package that seemingly came from nowhere. "Because I've already bought your costume."
Dalibora slowly walks into the parlor to see the TARDIS. She mutters under her breath. That's why England was taxing her so much. Now she had little money to spare for her friend's gift. "Hi Czech! Where are my gifts?" The overly hyperactive Brit asks.
"Well, since Arthur decided to tax me to death I don't have much to give." She takes out a broomstick, a doll, and a chocolate cake out of her Hermione purse (also known as a Poppins Pack). "I bought you a Firebolt, an Edward Cullen voodoo doll, and made Dauntless Cake from scratch." Abby grabs the stuff out of the Dalibora's hands.
"YAYYYYYY!"
"Also, I got you this." Abby stops freaking out to take the card from the nation. "While I was at Dauntless Headquarters getting the secret cake recipe, Four told me to give this to you. It's a onetime pass into your fear landscape."
"That is so freaking cool! Thanks! I get to be swarmed by butterflies for free! Anyway, Bo is waiting in the TARDIS so I better go." She says, turning towards the police box.
"Just one more thing before you leave." Abby turns around. "I'm dressing up as Queen Guinevere, so make sure he doesn't wear a costume that makes me look like I'm with him."
Of course, Abby wasn't listening that well, so she was all like "Alrighty then!" and went inside the TARDIS with England.
Abby walks in to find that the TARDIS was bigger on the inside than the outside, and she sees her father pressing a plethora of buttons. All of a sudden, everything is rapidly spinning around, and both father and daughter black out.
Some amount of time later, both Brits are awake, exiting their transportation vehicle (if you could call it that). What they see is shocking. A young England, about eighteen to the common man's eye is looking straight back at them, emerald eyes gleaming with a starvation for power. "What bringeth my future self and this lovely young lady in my presence?" It seems like he already knows something about time travel, or maybe just being a nation made him believe almost anything.
"Your highness, you are correct in the fact that I am indeed your future self. This is my daughter, Abby. It's her birthday and I wanted her to meet you-"
"Ah yes, I expected much. I have to go soon though. My highest authority states that I must go into battle and falsely declare my death in order to protect my identity as a nation."
"Wait! Bo, you're King Arthur? Why didn't you tell me?" Abby tugs on her father's arm.
"You never asked."
The past Arthur acknowledges the future Britons and leaves the room. "Didn't the legends say that you had a queen, some scumbag that cheated on you for a tall, dark, and handsome Lancelot?"
Arthur sulks, his eyes to the floor. "That was a cover up. All kings need a queen or five, but my boss said I wasn't allowed to get married to a human. Gwen was being juggled around by Prussia, Hungary, and I for the past few hundred years or so, and I decided that she would pose to be my fake queen for the time being."
"That's kind of strange..." Abby starts to say.
All of a sudden, a girl with chocolate brown hair and blood-red eyes walks into the room. She looks about fifteen years old, and far from innocent.
"Bo, you tell me happy birthday, buy me a time machine, and then tell me you are the king of legend and Gwen was your fake queen who is about to kill us?"
"I meant to land by the Round Table. This was time going wibbly wobbly on me."
The girl steps towards Arthur and looks him up and down. She takes out her sword. "You might want to go back to the time where you came- or I'll kill you." She says in a calm but threatening tone. The Brits hastily retreat back to the TARDIS, and they fly away, being more careful where they're going this time.
Meanwhile in America...
"Where's Hailey? She should be here by now to help me set up!" As if on cue, the slender blond walks through the door in a red Star Trek uniform. "Abby's not making you wear that tonight, is she?"
"Unfortunately yes. I wanted to be Legolas, but I'm not going to test her on her birthday." America hands her his bomber jacket (yes, the trademark one with the number '50' on the back) and gives it to her to wear. Hailey slips it on and smiles.
"Well, if France tries to kill you tonight, I'll know why. Good thing you'll have a hero by your side the entire time!" Hailey rolls her eyes, but America pulls her into an unexpected kiss, wrapping his strong, firm arms around her waist. "Did you know that you are the Professor X to my Magneto?" He slowly pulls away from the kiss, his grip still steady.
"I love you too, America."
Abby and England exit the police box to find themselves in mid-nineteenth century London. "Where are we now?" She asks.
"Baker Street, the home of Sherlock."
"No freaking way!"
All of a sudden, a little girl that looks exactly like Abby but three feet tall runs down the street as if something was chasing her. "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU TOSSER!" She stops in her tracks. A familiar Frenchman appears from the distance with a rose in his hand.
"Now, moi cherie, if you just bear with me, I could be your Big Brother!"
Abby takes out a knife and throws it at France, cutting off half of the Frenchman's golden locks. He retreats, crying like an idiot.
"I remember this!" Present day Abby exclaims. "Unfortunately, France's hair grew back the next day... So are we gonna meet Sherlock or what?"
"Of course!" England knocks on the door of the famous detective's office.
Later in the day...
America greets his two British guests (and Alex). Abby and Alex are dressed as Black Widow and Hawkeye, and Britain is in a suit of armor. The American has on a Captain America costume.
"Dudes! I'm glad you came! You're kinda late though- hey! Wait a minute!" The American notices Abby and Alex's costumes. "You guys are Avengers fans too?! That's like super awesome. By the way, happy birthday Abby! Just think, nine months from this date, two people really got it on!"
"Thanks! By the way, where's Hailey?" Abby asks.
"Uhhhh... She was helping me... With the party... Yeah, that's it!" The American's cheeks turns fifty shades of pink.
"Don't lie to me you Yankee. You and Hailey were having sex in there."
"You're lucky it's your birthday, Ab- And that I'm an amazing uncle. Now get in so I can continue what I was doing." Alfred runs upstairs.
"Spending an afternoon with Sherlock really paid off." The Londoner says.
The main room that the party was in is semi-chaotic from a few of the more obnoxious nations. Denmark and Prussia have mugs of beer and are cheering off to their awesome selves, while Italy is trying to get the other Axis members to dance with him. Norway and Iceland are on the couch OD on aspirin, because they hate people right now. China is dressed like a dragon and has built a Chinatown in America's living room.
Abby and Alex go to greet some of the next generation class, leaving England to fend for himself (there's no exaggeration there; he really is not fond of America's parties). He had made sure to delete his Twitter account because of what happened last year (see the Halloween strip 2011 for details) but is still friends with him on Facebook.
France pops out of nowhere, wearing a butterfly costume that is too short for a woman, let alone a man (or a France). "France... What the bloody 'ell are you wearing?"
"Oh, I see you're disappointed that I did not come in my Peter Pan costume! I believe this is the next best thing!" France literally glows with passion (for what, I am not so sure).
"GET. OUT. OF. THAT. COSTUME. RIGHT. NOW." England is irate at the Frenchman for being such an idiot.
He drags France into the changing room only so that his beloved daughter would not have a heart attack that night.
(Wait a minute... Did I just write a FrUK prompt? Wow... Anyway, in the context of this story, there were no lemons in the changing room that night for Abby's sake)
It's still early in the night, and Dalibora is in her Queen Guinevere costume, an ornate gown with elaborate embroidery stitched into it. She looks at the other side of the room to see Sadiq (the extremely sexy ex boyfriend of hers) coming towards her in a suit of armor. He actually reminded her vaguely of an old friend of hers.
"Hello my queen." Sadiq greets her with a bow.
"You're Lancelot, aren't you?" She says, slightly flattered by his politeness (for those who aren't as familiar with Turkey, he's really sexy, and usually on the loud side)
"Indeed I am- and tonight, you will be my queen."
America and Hailey finally come downstairs just in time to see France rocking a Thor costume. The two male nations look at Hailey and then at each other. This wasn't going to turn out well. "Hello my dear Hailey! It's felt like centuries since I have seen you last!" The Frenchman exclaims.
"Actually," the American starts. "Hailey's too good for you, and we're married."
France is livid. "I WILL HIT YOU IN THE HEAD WITH THIS HAMMER IF WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS TRUE STUPID AMERICAN!"
Hailey nervously slips away towards Carolyn, who has somehow found her way into the story.
What a sight! Captain America and Thor fighting it out over a mere Redshirt. Some of the nations even thought that this epic Avengers brawl was a performance from the movie. (If so, where the heck is Ironman?)
An angry Brit goes up to Czech and Turkey. "What's going on here?" England breaks up the two nations who are making out at the moment.
"Oh nothing to concern you Arthur. Queen Guinevere and I are just playing our roles." Sadiq smirks.
"You're coming with me." The Brit keeps calm and drags Czech away from the sexy Turk. They enter a dark hallway, and England goes off. "WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"
"Look, I'm trying to relax for the first time since you literally molested me on the Dawn Treader. If you gave me your land back, we wouldn't have a problem."
"I SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING!"
"Oh and by the way, Vegas meant nothing to me- NOTHING."
"Please Guinevere..." His voice is soft and shaky, but the tension is still there. "I'll give you back what's rightfully yours, if it means that we won't fight anymore."
"Fine. I'm still annoyed with you though." The Czechoslovakian sighs. Britain attempts to pull her in for a kiss, but she walks away. "Arthur, I'm changing my costume. I'm not having you and Lancelot stabbing each other with swords out there."
"Kay..."
(Ohhhh- you thought they were going to have a romantic moment there, BUT YOU WERE WRONG! BWAHAHAHAHA!)
The party is finally over, and France lays sprawled on the ground with a bump on his head as big as Hawaii. Hailey feels somewhat bad for Frenchie, but gets over it quickly. As for Dalibora, she had changed into a 1920's flapper costume and finally went home early because of America's crappy beer. Abby and Alex are about to enter the Tardis, when England pops out of nowhere.
"I'm sorry, but there will be absolutely no foreplay in the time machine."
"There was also a rule about that on my ship…" Abby starts to say, grabbing on to the nearly shirtless Alex.
"I was drunk!"
"So am I!" With that, Abby goes off to complete her perfect day.
OUTRO OF DARKNESS THEN REDNESS THEN WHITENESS!
Anyway, happy birthday to Abby aka London aka Mrs. Alex!
England: Why didn't she kiss me? That was extremely out of character.
Me: you'll get your time later on…
Hailey: The heck?!
France: WHYYYYYYYYY?!
America: Good times…