Chpt 5
Alfred was sitting in the crow's nest of the ship. Well more like lounging. He held his "new " revolver which he had stolen. He was examining it lazily, his eyes drooping a little in his sleepiness. Texas was sitting in his lap and the wind ruffled America's blonde hair.
Alfred was bored. When the ship had been closer to the shore there had been plenty of seagulls to use as target practice, after all pirates weren't exactly into animal rights. But when they had gotten in the middle of the ocean there were no birds to be seen. He had stolen targets that Antonio had created for their little contest, even going so far to draw Antonio and the little Latino boy whose name is Mexico on the targets. But after the days turned into weeks this form of entertainment just couldn't keep the short attention spanned America occupied for long.
Finally the ten year old boy surrendered to the gentle rocking ship and the sound of the waves hitting the ship. The gentle creaks and groans of the wooden vessel singing a lullaby to him which he had been familiar with since he was practically a newborn. With a deep sigh he drifted into a light slumber.
Before America's eyes were two people. Both men and both blondes. One was his father England, he was shirtless and along his abdomen was a very large wound burning red from its freshness with stitches defying its desire to spill his blood. He was wrapped in the arms of the other blonde, who was trying to comfort his sobbing.
This blonde had long hair, sapphire blue eyes and blonde stubble on his chin. He was trying to hold back his own tears, but failing to do so. America watched as the two clung to each other desperately, as if afraid someone would take the other from them. Both would now and then glance in his direction and try and say comforting words to him softly.
" I can't bare this France, why must this happen? And to make matters worse, why must the most terrible blow come from my own hand?" England sobbed
" Et ez to protect zem. " The long haired blonde replied
Both men looked in America's direction and England gave a watery smile. However he winced and turned away shame facedly.
"How can I look at them? I am about to erase our little twins memories, before they have even had time to truly make any, and our own as well! They are sure to hate me. But I have too; they will understand some day right?" England almost begged
"Zey will Angleterre. After all we will all have our memories reawakened one day non?" The long haired man replied kissing the top of England head
"Yes. Still the twins are so young."
"I know"
England wiped his tears away, and walked slowly wincing in pain and clutching his abdomen. He smiled down at America. Since when had his father been so big? He was like a giant! America watched in silence as his father petted his head with his giant hand. America wanted to reach out and comfort his father and as he did so he saw a chubby arm and a chubby hand stretch in front of him that obviously belonged to a baby, but it was his own! England smiled at him.
"You're a good little tyke really aren't you? I'm sorry but I'm going to have to take you away from your twin for a little while. Please forgive me."
America winced, he felt his tears roll down his cheeks, as well as someone or something poking his cheek. In the real world, away from dreams, the ten year old America opened his eyes. He could see a blurry image in front of him and quickly dried his eyes on his sleeve. He looked into a worried Mexico's face.
"Dude, did you poke me in the cheek?" Alfred complained
"Si, pero... ah you where crying and moaning in your sleep." Mexico replied frowning slightly
"No way! Hero's don't cry in their sleep!" Alfred announced sulkily
Both of them glared at each other, their hatred for each other almost radiating off of them in waves. Truthfully Alfred wouldn't have hated Mexico right now if it wasn't for Antonio and the thing with Texas. America clung to Texas. He noticed that Mexico was eyeing the revolver warily that he still gripped in the other hand. However before anything else was uttered they heard a shout. Alfred stood up and peered at the ocean around the ship.
There was a small fleet, or a convoy, of ships rapidly approaching. Alfred felt his heart beat rapidly increase as he saw the Union Jack flying from all the ships masts. He very almost fainted when he saw the ship that was leading the other vessels. Mexico had to catch him before he fell from the crow's nest as he stumbled.
"Qué es?" Asked Mexico
" It's my Uncles, Scotland, Ireland and Wales. Or for you guys, the British Navy. " Alfred whispered back.
Hundreds of miles from Alfred and his soon to be reunion with his uncles, Matthew awoke with a start. He too had had the same dream as Alfred. However he had recognized both men in his dream and was running off to try and find either one of them so that they could comfort his tears.