Well, You Learn Something New Every Day; Chappie Two

A/N: Just so you know, Alfie will be OOC. A lot. This plot dragon is relentless. (I also apologize for the major grammatical error in Chappie One. I am currently looking into getting a beta.) On with the story!

England's Point of View

I mechanically unpacked my things; my broken record of a mind leaving anything more complex out of the question. Who was that, anyway? Who could look so alike his former little brother?

Just then, the doorbell rang, thus saving him from his headache- inducing thoughts. Who he found at the door was the person all of his thoughts (Yes, even those about the girl from earlier) circled back to lately.

Alfred.

He stood at the door in a graphic tee (Legend of Zelda, I believe), skater jeans, and light gray Vans. His face bore an irritated yet concerned look as he glared at the still-closed door.

"I know you're in there, Arthur." He called. "Open the damn door already."

I did just that.

"What in the hell are you doing here?" he hissed. "And don't say 'the G8 meeting', because that's in two weeks. That, and Illinois is far from New York City. Or are you just that unfamiliar with my country?"

I was speechless. Why was he this angry? Was visiting against the rules or something?

"Not to mention that this is an unregistered vacation home," he said, calming down a bit.

Oh. That.

You see, if any country wanted a vacation home in America, they had to go to Alfred first. This was so he could know when any given country was in America. Alfred had a great number of enemies, so he liked to know when we were here so he could protect his allies and/or watch said enemies.

"About that… I was going to-"

"Going to what, Iggy?" he cut in. "You know good and well that you're not safe here without supervision. You're one of my most valuable allies, and terrorists are not above attacking you to get to me." I nodded.

"I know, but Secret Service agents are a pain."

"Tell me about it," he laughed; he must be recovering some of his good humor. "But I'll have to install one here anyway. Cool?" he stuck out his hand.

I shook it. "Cool."

"Good. Jacobs!" out of nowhere, a man in a plain black suit appeared.

"Yes, Sir?" he questioned.

"Make sure this man stays safe. This is important, he is like me." Jacobs' eyes widened.

"You mean…"

Alfred nodded.

"Yes Sir!" he enthusiastically replied. He slipped inside England's still open door; probably to check the building. As Alfred turned to leave, England remembered the girl. He had been so preoccupied by America's sudden arrival that he momentarily forgot her.

"Alfred," he called, "do you know of any female U.S. citizens that look inexplicably like you?" Alfred turned back, his face pale.

"No, why?" he questioned, looking slightly fearful.

"I saw a girl earlier that fit the description," he replied. "Well, if she's not one of yours, she's probably a spy." He replied, his heart sinking. He didn't want this mystery girl to be a spy; he felt a connection with her that was similar to what he felt for the blonde in front of him. "We should probably inform our allies of this; if you're being spied upon any of us could be in the same position."

"That won't be necessary." He replied, voice soft and slightly mournful. He looked up, straight into my eye. "May I come in? I must discuss this with you."

"Of course." I blinked, this was not like America at all. He came into my house and I closed the door behind us. We sat down on the couch, an awkward aura surrounding us. He opened and closed his mouth several times, as if not quite able to find the correct words. Finally, he spoke.

"I suppose that it would be easier to show you, since it seems that I am unable to find the correct words." He was starting to speak in a much more refined English now, and if I heard correctly, a slight Cockney accent.

What?

As the words left his mouth, a deep green aura began to surround him; an aura Arthur recognized easily. Magic.

When the light faded, a young girl sat in America's place. The same girl from earlier, in fact. Slowly, the puzzle pieces came together.

America was a girl.

A/N: Done! Finally. I will try to fix Chappie One, but I might not be able to. Sorry. But anyway, this chappie contains lots of headcanons, and I am sorry. All will be explained. ((This plot dragon, though…))

~Rev