ONE FOR ALL, ALL FOR ONE

A/N: Blah, sorry for the wait guys. You guys now the disclaimer by heart now so I won't it anymore cause it's getting plainly annoying to write it. = =

France has decided to look over my shoulder this whole time to make sure I'm not making the story like SUPER short.
But good news is I get to see Italy (and hopefully get some inspiration) THIS (or next I forgot X) ) STAURDAY! :D
Anyway PLEASE send me ideas I'm plumb out of them, the OCs are good but unless I have a full out story plan I don't think I'll be able to use them until they start fitting. :(EXCEPT for Cross-Over-Lover232! NINA SHALL BE MADE! :D)
Also guess who figured out that Lizzie got on the computer? Guess who witnessed it and confessed all she knew in exchange for some dark chocolate?

If you guessed anybody BUT me you are dead wrong suckers! XD
I GOT DARK CHOCLATE AND YOU DIDN'T! NA-NA-NA-NAAA! XD
-France slaps head-
OW! D:

CHAPTER I LOST COUNT CAUSE I'M LAZY AND I'VE BEEN TIED UP SO… YEAH ^^": MRS. Ames?

(Ames' POV)

I held onto Lizzie's hand as she talked about this dream she had which had apparently started when she had blacked out in the fire.

I had put the pieces together but she was apparently dense, VERY dense. Lizzie HAD been in a coma, a short one, but a coma. In it she had dreamed up her father and she said she had seen her mother for the first time, what she said was strange was that she always pictured her father looking MUCH like Ancient Rome -which had surprised me- and he had turned out looking more like Spain and her mother had looked like an American, an average looking one it sounded to me but to her she said she looked like a bride whose veil had been finally unveiled.

In the dream her parents had been hugging her and telling them she had to stay in the Inner World, which had been described briefly as:

"In-between life and death"/"Nothing."

The mother had told her they had to go to some person with an unpronounceable name.

The father had then put a necklace in her lap as they both "pixilated" away.

It was very confusing to me but at the same time intriguing.

An "Inner World", well that was just f**king fantastic! I can be dead AND alive! Best of both worlds huh? Too bad h*ll isn't a tourist attraction.

When I had asked her what the place looked like she had answered simply with a shrug.

"It felt like nothing really I guess. There's was wind coming from both sides but my hair didn't move, I felt like I was a drawing rather than a person which didn't feel bad at ALL, it actually felt really nice. And I was wearing a very pretty dress, but I guess since I had a chance at dieing it could've been an angle dress or maybe a nightgown. I really don't remember but mother said everything would be okay as long as I could keep breathing, which was REALLY hard at first did you know that? And-"

"Ames! What are ya' doing HERE? What the f**k? You're AWAKE?" an unwanted voice said from behind

"Hey! You're the nice nurse lady! I saw you taking care of from the Inner World!" Lizzie pointed and smiled

"Inner Wor-? Never mind. What are you doing here? You're suppose to be looking for apartments! And-And you! You're-YOU"RE suppose to be in a COMA!" she said the last word in a whisper as though Lizzie was suppose to be faking it the whole time

"Apartments? Uncle Ames is staying at Papa France's house." Lizzie said

Finally turning with a sigh I looked up at my wife.

Nina Leslie Collins-De Luca. Age 27. Female sex. Became my wife while I was drunk.

Yes, I was MARRIED.

The word that is poison to a man's tongue, love is for temporary enjoyment NOT for life.

Since she'd NEVER let me go through divorce my only hope that I would become single someday by either

Leaving her before she realized it.

Getting her angry enough/tricking her into thinking that the divorce would be HER idea. Or

Her dieing of some natural death. (There's no WAY I'd murder somebody! Or even hire somebody to kill! Do you KNOW how many girls will dump me if they ever found out?)

Don't get me wrong, Nina is a nice, pretty girl. She has pretty black hair that she puts in ponytails and single braids. She wears loose clothing; oversize t-shirt and some jeans, so she's easy to shop clothes for. Her eyes are a nice shade of green, a sort of a tie-die (sp?) of dark and light. She may be a nurse (AND a wanna-be rock star) but she somehow keeps a natural tan. But she wants KIDS, I don't want KIDS, KIDS are something old people have when they decide there is nothing left in life.

I.

Am.

NOT.

Old.

She also wants me, her, US, to exercise TO-GET-HER. I don't exercise, in fact in high school I was voted "Most laziest bum"…

Okay so I'm lying and there isn't a category for that, BUT if there was I'd win it hands down.

If she wants to have kids AND exercise, she better get a new husband.

Preferably one that's NOT me.

N-O-T.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOT.

Say it with me; .

"I wasn't in a coma, I was sleeping. Couldn't you tell?" Lizzie asked, not snapping, not being a smart a**, but being truly curious why she didn't figure it out

She seemed to gulp slightly, her tan turning into a pale white as if she was speaking to a ghost rather than a little girl, "A-Apparently n-n-not…"

I noticed that she turned quickly and said in one of her "classic American TV show voices" that make no sense to me, "Ames, you have 'splaining to do!"

I sighed, "I've been staying with Francis rather than looking for apartments, but Lizzie got stuck in a fire…" I said constantly wondering why she hadn't seen something like this in a magazine…

"WHAT? Ames, I counted on you! And you've been laying on a silk pillow sucking on your f**king grapes! And I bet you had some woman more beatiful than me do it too!"

"Actually I hate grapes, especially raisens." I corrected

The fight continued like this for about an hour, Lizzie staying silent just watching before getting bored and went to sleep.

I would glance at her enviously from time to time.

Our fight ended with us making an odd truce to go get food, luckily from McDonalds where there will be PLENTLY of witnesses if she even TRIES murder.

Wish me luck my friends...

I'm about to travel into the worst uncharted terriotry for men.

My "wife".