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"Are you sure they will come tonight?"

"Yes I'm positive."

"And they will be here?"

"Yes, yes."

"I'm not sure this will work. The chances of us finding them are slim to none."

"Hmm... yes I suppose it's more likely that they will find us."

"That's... reassuring." Washington and Adam whispered to each other as they moved through the forest. Behind them Alfred followed silently as he scanned the dark woods. Above them two moons shined down on the woods. He looked up at the larger moon and sighed. 'I don't think I will ever get use to two moons'. He wondered.

"-derstand?" Washington's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Alfred looked down from the moon. Washington was looking at him waiting for his response. "Oh... I'm sorry what did you say?"

"If we find them, I don't want you to say anything strange, or tell them about yourself... or say anything that might provoke them, or act strange... you know it would be better if you didn't talk at all and let us do the talking." Washington finished with a smile.

Alfred frowned. "You can't expect me to keep quiet the whole time."

Adam chuckled. "I think that it's a nice goal." That remark earned him a scowl.

"I can't keep on hiding like this. I need to get out there and let the world know I'm alive sometime!" he exclaimed.

"That doesn't mean now."

"Stop," Adam hissed. They came to a halt. "This is the area where most of the attacks happen," he stated gesturing to the woods around them. "If we are to find them, it will be in this area."

Alfred looked at the dark forest around them. "Should we split up or stay together?"

"Not sure. We could cover more ground if we split up, but if they get hostile then we would be at a disadvantage." Washington glanced nervously through the trees.

"Well even if we stay together we are still at a disadvantage." Adam pointed out.

Washington sighed. "Right, let's split up then. We will meet back here in an hour." They agreed and set off in different directions.

Alfred crept through the dark woods. He watched the darkness carefully for any signs of their target. Time slipped by and soon Alfred found himself distracted by his surroundings. For years making Mars habitable was nothing but a fantasy, but here he was. He once again eyed the two moons in the sky the larger was setting while the smaller one was still creeping across the sky. 'It's beautiful'. He thought as he admired the moons. He looked down from the sky and found himself in a small clearing. Alfred smiled at the beautiful scenery.

His calming walk came to a screeching halt when a shout reached his ears: Washington. Alfred turned towards the direction of the shout and broke out in a sprint. He made his way through the forest that seemed a lot less friendly. Running into a clearing he saw Adam on the ground surrounded by dark figures. Alfred didn't bother to alert the figures before he ran up and punched one of them in the jaw. He turned to the second figure and kicked him the in stomach before grabbing the third. Using his unnatural strength he threw them man across the small clearing and into a tree. Caught off guard the attackers scrambled and retreated back into the woods.

"Adam," Alfred ran over to Adam who was hunched over on the ground. "Adam! Are you alright!?"

Adam groaned and tried to slowly stand up. "...No..."

"Why!? What's wrong?! Did they break some bones?! Did they stab you anywhere?! Poke your eyes out?! Are you bleeding?!" Alfred panicked.

Adam managed to get at his feet but remained bent over with his hands on his knees. Moaning Adam looked up at Alfred. "No... No... they kicked me in the balls."

Alfred stared at him before exclaiming. "That's all?"

Adam suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him down to his level and gave his a cold glare. "Nation or not, how would you feel if I kicked you in the balls with a steel toed boot." He growled.

"N-NO, no. Um, it would hurt." Alfred admitted with a slow nod.

Adam nodded. "You bet it would." He let go of Alfred's collar and slowly tried to stand up straight. Washington's shouts grabbed their attention once more. Pushing the pain to the back of his mind Adam started running towards the shouts with Alfred following close behind him.

Reaching Washington the fighting began once more as Alfred and Adam tried to fend off the attackers. Looking at them more clearly Alfred saw that there was nothing much to go on. They wore masks to hide their identities and wore dark heavy clothing. There were four attackers, one was struggling with Washington. Adam jumped in to try to pry the man off him but was cut off by a one of the attackers. Alfred, realizing that it was only fair, took on the other two.

As they fought it became obvious that the attackers were out matched. They were being pushed. As Alfred took out one of them he saw Adam handling his attacker well and Washington was winning. Alfred turned his attention to the last attacker and threw a punch at him with all of his strength.

Only to have it caught. The attacker gripped his arm and flipped Alfred over his shoulder. Alfred gasped as the air was knocked out of him. He didn't have any time to catch his breath before the man straddled him pinning Alfred to the ground. Adam ran over and tried to pull the man but was knocked out cold when the man punched him in the side of his head. Alfred grabbed him and tried to force him off but was met with equal force. Alfred glanced at Adam's unconscious form; Washington was nowhere to be seen.

A laugh caught his attention followed by a smooth voice with a southern accent. "Well, isn't this a surprise?"

Alfred looked back at the attacker. He tried to be more forceful but was surprise when his strength was matched. "Get off. We were not here to attack you."

The attacker nodded. "Aren't yah? Well, seeing yah now I suppose I can believe that."

Alfred glared and shouted. "Then why are you still attacking me?!"

For a moment Alfred swore that he could see a smile underneath the mask. "Probably 'cause I'm feelin' a bit vengeful." The attacker then broke through Alfred's guard and punched him in the jaw, knocking Alfred out cold.

..

Alfred's eyes fluttered open as he regained consciousness. The first thing he noticed was that the room he was in was dimly lit and dusty. It looked like an underground bunker that had been neglected for years. The second thing that came to his attention was that he wasn't able to move. He was strapped down to a chair. His wrists, ankles, and chest had thick leather binds across them. Alfred tried to tug on them to free himself but found that no matter how hard he tried they wouldn't break. 'Where is everyone.' He wondered. What happened in the forest came back to him and he started to worry. He tried to look around the room but from what he could see he was alone.

"Worried about yer pals?" A voice behind him asked. It was the voice of the attacker.

"What did you do to them? Tell me." Alfred demanded.

The man sighed. "Yah were always tryin' to be the hero. Maybe you should stop worrin' about yer pals and try to focus more on what's gonna happen to yah," Alfred could hear foots steps slowly making their way around the chair to face him. "What I'm gonna do to yah, Alfie."

Alfred's sky blue eyes met red ones. A strong feeling of hatred started bubbling up inside him. "It's you. What are you doing here?"

The man faked being hurt. "What's this? Yer not happy to see me?"

Alfred frowned at him. "It's... been a while. I was hoping that I wouldn't see you again."

The man nodded. "It has been a while, centuries actually. Do yah remember the last time yah saw me? I sure do." He smiled.

Alfred tore his eyes away from the man to glare at nothing in particular. "... 1865."

The man smiled and put his hand on the back of Alfred's chair. "Yeah, the end of the American Civil war: Good times," Suddenly his hand balled into a fist and smashed into the back of Alfred's skull. "Good times." The man stepped into the light and Alfred felt like he was looking into a mirror.

"Adam Jones... South. What are you doing here, alive?" Alfred asked ignoring the throbbing pain in the back of his skull.

"Just hangin'. Creating a country of my own. After yah died I was reborned in your ruins. The other countries weren't found of me and sent me off into yonder. Eventually I landed here with some of my pals. I must say that I was surprised that yah were alive, Alfie."

"Where's my friends?" Alfred asked.

"Oh where is the fun in tellin' yah? I like guessin' games." South smirked.

"WHERE ARE THEY!" He screamed.

South shook his head. "tsk, tsk. You forget that we are on the same side, Alfie. Yah'll got to understand that we want the same thing. We both want to push the Nations off Mars so that we can live again."

"I swear to god, South, if you don't tell me I'll-"

"Yah'll what? Glare at me to death? How terrifying," Alfred opened his mouth but was interrupted by South. "Yah know, I think that I will let yah cool yer head." He smiled and made his way to the doo

"SOUTH!" Alfred screamed at his back. South just smiled and closed the door behind him leaving Alfred there alone.