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"HOLY SHIT!" Alfred Jones shouted, "LOOK AT THAT GUY FLY!"
The nation, well known as the United States of America, stared in amazement at the flying airplane. It was the 1920s and the young nation was about to go on his daily flying routine in the academy where he is a mentor to the young students. As he walked out of the building he saw someone flying one of his planes, but he didn't mind because the person in it must be a terrific pilot.
Alfred stared in awe and continued his praising attitude, "Aw fuck man...That guy must be awesome!"
Giggles and chuckles were suddenly heard behind him. The blonde nation was confused and turned around only to see his students snickering like little children. The American country placed a hand on his hip and asked what the hell was so funny.
One of his students raised his hand and grinned, "That ain't no guy, Mistah Jones."
"Huh?" Alfred exclaimed, "Whaddya mean? Of course it's a guy! I mean it is isn't it? Unless the guy is gay..."
"Naw man!" Another student of his shouted out, "That there is a woman!"
"Woman...?" Alfred asked and looked up, "You sure there, kid? I don't think a woman would wanna fly."
"She's ain't pretty." Another one commented, "But she sure is good at flying them planes."
The nation snickered at the comment and replied, "I'll be the judge of that! You men go and polish your planes and make sure they're ready for training, ya hear?"
"YES SIR!" They all chorused at once.
Alfred saluted them and watched them march off. The nation looked up and continued to watch this woman fly around in his plane. He honestly didn't mind if she used it, he had more planes that he could use. After a good five minutes, the woman landed his plane safely. She got out of the cockpit and took off her goggles and helmet.
She turned around and saw Alfred looking at her in awe. She giggled and ran up to the nation with a cute grin. Alfred stared at the woman and saw that his student was wrong. Very wrong. She was the most beautiful woman he have ever seen. She had the right curves that popped in the right places. Her dark eyes and dark blonde hair looked cute. Alfred noticed that her hair was rather cut short, but he didn't mind. It suited her perfectly.
"Hey!" She greeted, "Is that ya plane?"
Alfred snapped out of his daze and smiled, "Yeah! But I don't mind really. I got lot more."
"Amelia Earhart!" She exclaimed happily.
The male nation raised a brow and stupidly asked, "The hell is that?"
Amelia laughed and punched Alfred's arm, "My name, stupid!"
Alfred blushed terribly at his mistake and replied, "Pardon me. Mine's Alfred Jones! You probably know me already."
Amelia stared clueless at Alfred and shrugged, "Naw."
The nation stiffened and did a fake laugh, "Y-You must be joking, right?"
She still looked clueless, "I ain't joking, Alfred."
The blonde nation gritted his teeth and force smiled, "I'm the United States of America!"
Amelia looked bewildered, "You're a nation?"
Alfred grinned in a prideful manner and boasted, "OF COURSE!"
The young woman stared intently at Alfred and soon burst into laughter. Alfred stared at Amelia in disbelief. He didn't know what the hell was wrong with that woman. Amelia's laughter died out, she bent down and placed her hand on her knee as she calmed down.
"Haaa..." She said, "AND I'M THE QUEEN OF LONDON! HAHAHAAA!"
Alfred glared at Amelia for a while, but he got over it and began to laugh along with his new friend. After the two was done with their laugh fest, the young nation asked if she would like to have a cup of coffee with him after he was done training the recruits. Amelia was a bit hesitant, but she accepted.
"Great!" Alfred exclaimed happily, "I'll meet you at the coffee shop three blocks down."
Amelia grinned, "Absolutely, scout!
The American nation waved good bye to Amelia and walked inside the building. As he entered he was bombarded with questioned by his young male students. The nation laughed amusingly and told his students that it was nothing. The all easily shrugged it off and continued to listen to Alfred's lecture.
Many hours passed and Alfred was very anxious to meet Amelia again. Soon enough he was finally done teaching the young delinquents, and he dashed out of the building. Alfred threw his helmet and goggles to the side and began to walk to the coffee shop. He walked in and ordered a cup and waited for Amelia.
Hours passed and Alfred was getting worried. He was never stood up before. He usually did that to girls, not the other way around! The nation got up and was about to pay his drink, but he suddenly heard a ring by the door. Alfred's face perked up and saw Amelia there looking tired.
Alfred waved at the woman and she smiled and walked over to the nation. The man gestured the girl to next across from him and ordered himself another drink and ordered one for his lady friend.
"So..." Alfred began awkwardly.
"Sorry I was late!" She blurted, "I-I had family problems and all a-and I had to be there for mother a-and..."
"It's alright!" Alfred assured her, "I don't mine seriously! Just have a cup of joe and relax!"
Amelia smiled and took a sip of her coffee, "Mmhm, this is the best cup ever. I've never been here before!"
The nation grinned, "Yeah! Ain't it something? I always come here after training those dudes. Love the pies too."
"Mhmm"
The blonde man's grin fade away. He sensed that his lady friend wasn't enjoying their coffee talk. Alfred thought for a moment and changed the topic to flying. The only thing they had in common right now. Alfred pushed his glasses toward his face and asked how she got into flying.
Amelia looked surprised at the sudden question. She thought for a moment and giggled. This made Alfred quite curious, "What's so darn funny, Amelia?"
"Ah! Just remembering the time when I figured how what to do the rest of my life." She said with a cutesy smile.
Alfred smiled and replied, "Well? Tell me!"
The short haired woman smiled warmly as she told her tale of her childhood memory, "It started when I was seven. My father took me and my family to St. Louis World's fair and there I rode the Ferris wheel. That was when I learned I loved heights!"
The American nation grinned as he also remembered the advertisements of that said fair long ago. He watched as Amelia's expression turned giddy as she continued on, "After that, I soon began to make things myself. I remember that I made an awfully crude roller-coaster out of two by four!"
She and Alfred laughed at that, "I remember taking a package box and placing roller-skates on the bottom and then going on top of that wooden coaster! Oh dear! That was so much fun."
The blonde man chuckled, "Sounds like you had a fun childhood."
"Oh yes, I did." She replied, "Though I've been having hardship now. My mother divorced my father and that caused me to not finish school."
The nation watched as Amelia shook her head. Alfred pout for a moment feeling sorry for Amelia, but then he had an idea popped in his head. The man smiled and asked, "Would you like to go to one of those speakeasies with me? We could go get some bathtub gin."
Amelia raised a brow, "I-I don't know! Those are illegal."
The man shrugged, "Aw c'mon! It seems like you haven't had much fun in these booming 20's! Just put on a flappers dress and we'll be on our way!'
Amelia blushed furiously and replied, "I don't o-own such a th-thing, Alfred."
The tall nation grinned and grabbed a hold of Amelia's hand. Alfred looked back at her and laughed, "I'll pay for ev'ythin! Let's just buy ya a dress and go underground!"
As she was being pulled by her new friend, Amelia began to grin and exclaim, "I guess so! Adventure is worthwhile itself!"
Alfred and Amelia have been hanging around a lot lately and at the academy rumor spread that the nation/teacher would be proposing to the female dare-devil, Amelia Earhart. Both said people heard the rumors themselves and chuckled the silly thing away. They were just friends after all.
As time went by Amelia have been telling the American country that she was planning to fly across the Atlantic ocean. Alfred was very surprised by the news, but he supported her. As she was preparing for her flight, Alfred met up with the young woman.
"Man! First woman to fly the Atlantic huh?" Alfred exclaimed cheerfully.
Amelia grinned, "Yup! Can't wait. I'm most done here and once I am, crowds of people are gunna gather 'round here and watch me!"
The nation smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, "Good luck, buddy!"
Alfred and Amelia conversed for a while and soon crowds came. Alfred had to stand back as he watched his best friend stand on her plane. Amelia grinned and waved at many people who cheered in response. Alfred being the fun guy he is cheered as well. Once the cheers died out, Amelia placed her hands on her hips and said to everybody,
"Please know that I am aware of the hazards. I want to do it because I want to do it. Women must try to do things as men have tried. When they fail, their failure must be a challenge to others."
The crowd was quiet at her little speech. Alfred was amazed at that though. The nation grinned widely and began to clap and cheer, "WOOOOOO!"
Amelia looked at the source of the noise and saw Alfred cheering like a moron. She giggled at his antics as more and more people joined their nation. She waved one last time and got in her cockpit. She started the engine and began to fly off.
Alfred's cheer soon stopped as he saw his friend flying off like that. He watched with envy. He wanted to fly with her, but she declined his offer. She wanted to do it by herself. Minutes passed and soon the people around the American began to drift away. Alfred was left there still looking at the sky.
The blue-eyed man sighed with defeat and trudged off to God knows where.
"I'M GETTING MARRIED!" Amelia cheered.
Alfred raised a brow, "Huh?"
Amelia had been awfully busy ever since her first solo flight. Since she was doing a lot these days, Alfred was disappointed when she didn't have any time for her beloved silly nation. Though the blonde man continued to pester the young woman for a cup of coffee. Amelia was very reluctant because she had to go to a meet, but she canceled and spent the day with her best friend.
Amelia sighed happily, "Yup! To George P. Putnam."
"Isn't it that guy that wanted to court you and asked you six times?" Alfred asked with slight jealously in his voice.
The female pilot smiled, "Yeah, but I think of marriage as a partnership or a duo of some sort."
"I see." Alfred muttered, "But why marry him?"
Amelia raised a brow, "I have no intention in tell you, Al."
The nation smiled at his nickname, "Aw c'mon, Melia!"
She winced at that nickname. Amelia smirked and replied, "I want to do it because I want to do it."
The American nation chuckled, "Some explanation."
The woman pilot smiled again and said, "I have other news as well."
Alfred took a sip of his coffee and replied, "Hmm?"
"I'm planning to fly around to world."
At that moment, Alfred spit his coffee right back into the cup. Amelia had a disgusted face at the sight of what her friend did. Alfred wiped his mouth and stared at Amelia with awe. The said pilot was expecting the man to be happy at the news, but it was just the opposite.
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" He shouted grabbing everyone's attention in the cafe.
Amelia frowned, "And why not, scout?"
Alfred thought for a moment. He didn't want to tell her the real reason. So he lied, "CAUSE I WANTED TO DO THAT!"
The said woman continued to have a displeased look, "Too late, Al. Besides I have to leave now. I'm flying tomorrow."
"Tomorrow..?" Alfred whispered.
The nation watched as his friend bid him farewell and began to walk off. Alfred looked quit serious. He sat back down and stared at his back-washed coffee. The blonde country felt something in his stomach. It was bothering the poor man. He wanted to stop it, but he knew it wasn't gas or anything.
His gut was telling him something awful will happen if she flies.
Alfred was among the crowd as they watched the fearless Amelia Earhart walking toward her plane. She was about to go in, but stopped as she heard her name being called. Amelia looked back and saw her nation friend running towards her. She grinned happily and waved, but stopped as she was greeted with an embrace.
"A-Al?"
"Amelia." He whispered, "Don't go. Don't fly, please."
Alfred released himself and placed both hands on her shoulders. Amelia saw the worry she caused on his face. The nation himself looked like a total wreck for not sleeping last night. He stayed up late worrying about his friend.
"What do you mean, Al?" She questioned, "You know it's my dream to fly."
The American nation shook his head rapidly, "I know! And I really accept that! But last night...I had this feeling that you won't come back."
"Obviously I faced the possibility of not returning when first I considered going. Once faced and settled there really wasn't any good reason to refer to it." She replied stubbornly.
The blonde man glared sternly at Amelia and so did she. Both knew that they were right. Alfred released Amelia and stared at her now with sad blue eyes, that hurt Amelia. The female pilot caressed the nation's face.
"I'll be back, Al." She murmured, "Just... at least be happy for me."
Alfred gently took his hand and placed it over hers. He pressed her gloved hand on his face and replied, "I will, Melia."
Amelia pulled her hand back and was about to leave, but she was quickly spun around and felt a pair of rough lips upon hers. They stayed like this for mere seconds, before the crowd could even respond. Alfred pulled back and was quickly slapped across the face by a flustered Amelia.
"You smell of liquor." She commented.
Alfred chuckled, "I needed a quick drink for me to have the courage to do that."
"Why you..." Amelia growled.
The nation was about to run off, but was stopped when Amelia pulled on his arm. Alfred closed his eyes waiting to be hit, but felt lips on his. He opened his eyes and saw Amelia kissing him. She pulled away and smiled.
"Too bad." Amelia said, "I could have been marrying the right man, if he proposed."
Alfred smiled, "I would have, but someone beat me to it."
The nation saluted his pilot and she saluted back. Amelia got in her plane and began to start the engines. People cheered and roared with happiness. Alfred stood back and watched as she flew off. The nation kept his saluted position as she left him. Alfred knew something was going to happen. When he finds out, he promised himself he wouldn't cry. Grown men don't cry after all.
Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks. That was how long Amelia was gone. Alfred managed to go to one of the coffee shops that he use to go with Amelia. He was sitting by himself when he saw Amelia's husband going in. The man, George P. Putnam spotted the nation and waved.
Alfred idly waved back and saw the man walking towards him. George looked grim and said, "This morning...They told me they couldn't find her. They lost signal."
Those were the words that George told Alfred. The widow man bowed his head and began to walk away from him and out of the coffee building. Alfred's world froze for a split second. He knew that this was that feeling. He knew that he should have stopped her. But he didn't, he let her spirit of flight persuade him to let her do this.
The sad nation looked mournfully at the skies. He could see that it was turning gray. Alfred chuckled at his silly thought that the sky was sad as well. The skies lost their female pilot. The nation then felt water forming in his eyes. The man gritted his teeth as he looked down at his table. He didn't want people to see him like this.
"Damn it, Amelia." Alfred whispered, "You PROMISED me nothing would happen. You promised you would come back."
Thunder and lighting boomed and flashed. Alfred continued to look down at the table as more tears came out. The salty liquid each dropped on the table and made small tiny puddles. More sounds from mother nature came from the skies. Alfred's thoughts about the sky was probably right.
'They lost their favorite pilot.' Alfred thought, 'And I lost the woman that I could have married.'
FUN FACTS!
Flappers=In the famous 1920s young women began to wear short skirts with bobbed cut hair. They listened to the new popular songs of the newly formed music called Jazz which was born in New Oreleans. Flapper women danced, drink, and treated sexual manners casually and they also drove cars. So those flappers were basically young women being all rebels and stuff
Bathtub gin= Prohibition was meant to ban liqour. SO! People began to make liqour in their bathtubs and they would bottle em up and sell them to people and speakeasies. Also many people would smuggle bottles of liqour in their boots which earned them the name 'bootleggers'
Speakeasies= Illegal bars
A/N: Review! Note that some parts of the story AREN'T true also for the last chapter as well. Next one is obviously china