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Dome
Chapter 7: The Outside Town
Previously:
"Re-ReEducation?" he exclaimed and I nodded weakly against him, "Why in the whole were you there?"
I ran my hand down the thing's furry back. "I'm not quite sure actually." I admitted softly, "A friend of mine was in there too… at least I think he was a friend… I can't remember him but I remember remembering him… I'm not making any sense am I?"
"Sorta but not really." He said letting out another nervous laugh.
Another pause and I felt myself slipping away. "What is he, exactly… 'Burger'…?" I asked tiredly.
"Hm?" he asked, "Oh he's a cat."
"Cat?" I echoed.
The cat licked my hand which had fallen still on my stomach. "Don't you know what a cat is?" America asked in confusion.
I shook my head again. "No I don't think I was ever taught about them."
"There's another cat back home, named Crumpet, I think you'd like him." He began to ramble and I answered with a quiet grumbled as my eyelids began to sink. "The only problem is he's not too friendly to anyone other than me but him and Burger really like each other. They're barely ever apart."
I gave a hushed chuckle. "Is that so?" I mumbled not really caring what he said anymore.
"Yeah." He fell silent, "You should get some rest, we won't be there any time soon."
I didn't have to think twice about nodding and slipping under the soothing blackness.
Continued:
I blinked my eyes open to an unfamiliar room. It was filled with light but not so much that it was painful. I could make out all of the furniture and the papers on the wall filled with colors but torn in multiple places. I was laying on a soft bed while a quilt that was worn with age covered everything except what was above my shoulders. I shifted to my back and stared up that the ceiling. Except I wasn't looking at the ceiling. Right above the bed was a large flag with stars of white surrounded by a sea of blue in a neat square tucked into the corner while stripes of red and white alternated down the rest of the flag.
My green eyes flickered over to the door which was opening with a loud 'creeeeaak'. A head topped with short golden hair popped into view. It was neatly flattened against his head except for a cowlick on his forehead which made a bit of hair stand up. Hidden behind a pair of glass frames attached by wires were two blue eyes that were absolutely breath taking. A large grin grew and spread across his face as he pushed the door open all of the way allowing himself to walk into the room. He was wearing a simple white shirt, jeans, and a thick brown jacket with fleece around the collar.
"It's good to see that you're awake." He said moving my bangs away from my forehead and letting his hand rest there for a moment, "But you've still got a fever."
"Where…?" I asked feeling my eyelids grow heavy again, "Who…?"
"Relax." He calmed, "I'm the one who brought you here. 'Captain America' remember?"
I thought for a minute before shaking my head slowly. I attempted to push myself up into a sitting position but found my arms to be weak and shaky.
"Let me help." The golden haired boy said before grabbing my upper arms and laying me gently against the headboard of the bed. He sat down next to my legs and our eyes met. "Do you remember anything?" he asked his facial expression becoming worried.
It took me a while to think and try to remember anything but finally I shook my head once again and looked down sadly.
America grabbed my chin and gently tilted my head upwards. My eyes widened as I was met with a smiling face. "Don't worry." He assured, "You'll remember in time. It takes a while once the chip is removed but it'll happen."
I nodded worried that I had lost my voice or something had happened to it. "How…" I tested out my voice finally. "How long have I been here?" I continued deciding that my voice was fine.
"About a month." He shrugged.
"A month?" I exclaimed in complete surprise.
"And a half." He added.
I was dumbfounded. I was asleep for a month and a half? Who knows what could have happened in a month and a half. For all I knew this guy was some kind of creep I didn't even want to picture what might have happened while I was asleep. And even if he didn't do anything to me I might have other people wondering where I am.
"Do ya wanna do something?" he asked suddenly.
"It's you and want to." I corrected quickly.
He pushed off my corrections. "Well do ya or what?" he asked again.
I glared at him softly. "Like what?"
He shrugged. "I dunno. Take a walk or something. I'll show you around." He suggested. "We can go into town and see if anyone knows ya."
I thought about it for a moment before agreeing and America beamed. "Ok, I'll go get ya something to change into."
I changed into a pair of dark blue jeans and a white short-sleeved button up shirt. I was nearly swimming in the clothes so I tucked the shirt in neatly. I pulled on a pair of white tennis shoes with two black stripes that America gave me and tried to flatten my hair which only popped up once again. I opened the door and walked into the hallway. It was a fairly small place but that did not seem to stop the blonde. The upstairs part of the house where I was now was a hallway with a railing on one side and two doors on the other, one of which I had just come from. Between the two doors was a small flight of steps leading down into the main floor. I could see two couches from where I stood on the upper floor. A square table put them at an angle and a carpet lay in front of them. There was a tone fireplace on one wall while the other had a large window. I made my way down the stairs with one hand against the wall and another on the railing.
"America?" I called out not seeing the boy anywhere.
He walked out of a doorway by the stairs with a curious look on his face. It quickly turned into a smile when his eyes found me. "Hey," he greeted, "ready to go?"
I nodded and hurried down the rest of the stairs.
"You know, America's not my real name." He said, "It's only my code name when we're on missions and stuff."
"No?" I asked, looking at him.
He extended his hand. "It's Alfred. Alfred F Jones."
"Nice to meet you, Alfred F Jones." I said shaking his hand, "I would tell you my name but it seems as though I've forgotten it."
"It's OK, dude. You'll remember it." His reassurance made my own lips curl upwards into a shy smile.
He opened the door and left the house and I followed not far behind. The ground outside was covered in long green blades of grass and the sky was a vibrant blue. There was a tall and thick tree just in front of the house and a long dirt path.
I was shaken from my thoughts. "Are you coming or what?" I heard Alfred call. He was already pretty far down the path. A strong breeze caught on his hair and loose clothing.
I hurried down the path towards where he was waiting. "Come on, it'll take a while to get to the town. Better start before it gets dark." He said and began leading the way.
Walking took longer than I had expected and Alfred ended up carrying me on his back halfway there. I had protested but it seemed that he wouldn't take no for an answer and I finally gave in. My eyes were starting to droop tiredly when Alfred said something to break the silence we had.
"There it is." I lifted my chin off of his shoulder and looked down the hill.
It was just two rows of buildings facing each other. Nothing special. I could see people hurrying about with their lives and going from building to building. Alfred resumed walking down the path cut through the hill and began telling me all about the little town.
"There's not really much there. It's just really a few stores but it's where all of us hang out. No one really lives there, well there is an apartment place where some people live but they're usually in tavern." He rambled while I walked behind him not really paying much attention.
In a few minutes we reached the entrance. As I walked through I could see that the buildings had all been worn from age unlike the house where Alfred lived. Paint was peeling off of the boards and unreadable signs hung from one end but just barely. Some signs were gone completely but you could still see the chains or rope that was once used to hold them. People hurried around and into buildings and I quickly became lost in the crowd.
"Hey." I turned feeling something grab my wrist only to meet a smiling Alfred. "Stay close to me, we don't want you getting lost."
I smiled back and nodded. The blonde led me into a building and the crowd outside faded away. The tables were nearly completely filled with people playing cards and chatting loudly. Some had dusty bottles next to them while others had girls smiling away next to them. I felt Alfred quickly grab a hold of me once again and pull me away.
"Alfred, what exactly are we doing here?" I asked feeling the ever growing want to leave.
"Gotta find Mattie." He said simply, his eyes remained focused as he looked over the crowd. "This way." He gave another quick pull.
My eyes settled on a table in front of us with three guys and one girl. One had short and messy white hair with fierce red eyes. His lips were curled into a smirk showing off his white teeth and sharp canines. He was shouting loudly and waving a glass of bubbling brown liquid above his head. Curly brown hair and lively green eyes graced the middle man's face. A happy grin was smacked over his face as he laughed at something the other two said. The last man, the one on the far right, was someone who I instantly hated as soon as I saw his ugly frog-looking face. He had long blonde hair that looked as if it hadn't been washed in days. I could see a bit of stubble on his sharp chin and his blue eyes reminded me of a hungry wolf looking for prey. None the less he had a large smile on his face as he talked to the other men and the girl sitting rather close to him.
Her skin was a dark shade than his. The long chestnut hair that grew from the top of her head flowed down her body in two ponytails fastened in place by two red ribbons. Her large brown eyes sparkled as she ran her mouth off continuously at the blonde.
Alfred stopped suddenly in front of their table making me nearly crash into him. "Francis," barely hidden spite filled his voice. "Where's Matt?"
The blonde got up quickly. "Matthieu?" he asked in a French accent, "I thought 'e was with you."
"And um… who's this?" he asked turning to the girl in the blue dress.
Francis grabbed Alfred's shoulder and together the two of them walked away from the table. I watched them leave wondering if I should stay put or follow. In the end I chose to stay at the table. I could feel their eyes on me but I tried to ignore it. It worked until the girl spoke up.
"Hello." She greeted twirling her dress slightly.
"Hello." I echoed back.
A small smile appeared on her face. "So you're here with Alfred?" she asked.
I nodded taking a step back as she took a step forward. "Maybe you should spend a little less time with Alfred," she suggested taking another step forward, "and a little more time with me."
"Ah, well um…" I crashed into someone else's chair and muttered a quick 'sorry'.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked seeing long locks of hair. "Michelle, ma chere. I think it iz time for us to be heading home, non?"
'Michelle' crossed her arms over her small chest and pouted. "Way to ruin it, Francis." She huffed before stomping away.
"Bonjour," he purred into my ear. "My name iz Francis. That is Gilbert and Antonio." He pointed to both when saying their names and each gave a wave and small smile. "If you weren't with Alfred, I would ask you to… say a while…"
I yelped feeling something grope my arse. Quickly I turned around and glared at the blonde who was chuckling heartedly at me.
"It was just a joke, mon petit lapin." He calmed, "No need to get all fired up. However, if you are ever looking for someone to keep you company, find me."
"Come on, Matt's not here." Alfred said pulling me away from the table.
Turning around, I saw the white haired man, named Gilbert, stand up and leave the table after saying a quick goodbye to his friends. I opened my mouth to asked the blonde pulling me what connection they had to this 'Matthew' but I was stopped.
"Arthur!" I heard and quickly turned around to see a man with short black hair running towards me and Alfred.
Where's Japan? There he is!
So umm... I'm not quite sure what's going on... I've been a bit loopy these past days. Because it seems that I have contracted (once again) Strep Throat. I think it's going away now but I get this thing like this the cold. It's just that back to school sickness that comes around the first three weeks of school when EVERYONE is sick. And it's been a weird sickness because I've been having really weird dreams that I can't remember most of. I feel like I was at a party and got drunk and woke up the next morning not knowing who I was or why there's a chicken next to me.
I'm kidding I don't drink. I can't yet.
I had more to tell you I really did. But I forgot...
OH! I remembered. (American) football score on Friday was 23 to 20 with us winning. Had a band festival on Saturday which was the strangest band festival I have ever gone to. And today I went horseback riding. I got some horse named Bubba instead of Bill. However I saw Bill and he was being very stubborn today. But Bubba was stubborn too. I need a horse that wants to run and neither wanted to. I think I'll try Abraham next time or Harris. Both of which like to run but don't like to stop.
I was going to make the place where Alfed lives a waste land but I felt it'd be too much like No. 6 and I like grass. I feel this place is much prettier.
Speaking of No. 6... I do want to rewrite the ending. It was too rushed and I was unhappy with how it ended. So it all depends on the next episode (if there is one).
Oh yeah... I remembered more things: 1. I don't like Seychelles as a character. She just annoys the crap out of me. So yeah... 2. France and Canada are together at the moment but having issuses. I like PruCan better than Franada so there will be a bit of tug-of-war. 3. France rescued Seychelles just as Alfred rescued Arthur and she's been sticking to him like glue. See why Canada is having issues? 4. I blanked... hold on... maybe there wasn't anything past 4...? Oh, yeah... Each person saved someone inside the Dome... here:
Alfred grabbed Arthur, Ivan grabbed Yao, Ludwig grabbed Feliciano, Antonio got Lovino, Francis has Seychelles, Gilbert has Vash's sister Lili, Elizabeta rescued Roderich, Poland took Lithuania, Sweden has Finland, Denmark has Norway but probably got hit somewhere along the way, Greece has Kiku, Rome grabbed Vash, Turkey has Egypt, Netherlands has Belgium, Vietnam has Hong Kong, Thailand has Taiwan, Cuba grabbed Estonia cuase they were both leftovers, Cyprus has TRNC, Seborga has Wy, Osaka has Korea, and Monaco saved Picardy.
Canada, Ukraine, Belarus, and Germania did not go on the raid and Sealand and Iceland are still in the dome.
And that is all 48 (I think) characters that have to eventually show up in this story...
I have homework to do :( I have to go now.
Bye Bye!
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Other info: Published: September 18th, 2011. Words: 2,321. Written: September 13th - 18th 2011.