For America, the days leading to the press conference had passed by in a blur. As he stood facing the crowd in front of him, he only half listened as question after question was fired at him.
"So how old are you?"
"Do you have parents? Were you naturally conceived or did you just...appear?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Are the rumors about you, England and Canada true?"
"Alfred," his boss hissed, eyes narrowed in irritation. "Pay attention!"
"What?" America blinked in confusion. "I - oh come on boss, their questions are stupid anyway."
There was a pause in the rapid stream of questions.
"Ah..." America let out an awkward laugh. "Just joking folks. Carry on."
The questions resumed.
'I wonder when Prussia and Mattie are going to get here,' America thought. 'Dude, why do they have to be so slow? This is BORING!'
The only reason America had even bothered to show up (other than the fear of his boss's wrath, of course) was because of his brilliant plan. After today...well, no one would be paying attention to him anymore! They'd be much too focused on the revelation of the existence of aliens!
Now if only Prussia and Canada would hurry up and bring Tony and the other chick over...
"Alfred!" His boss broke through his stream of thought. "Would you pay attention?!"
"Ah, sure," America murmured. "But let me tell you boss, things are about to get really -"
"You were just asked a question!"
"Huh?" America turned his head to face the crowd of reporters. "Ahh..." What had been the question? Somehow, he didn't think his boss would be too happy if he asked...
"Dude, yes."
Well, that worked, didn't it?"
His boss squeezed his eyes shut, looking miserable. "They just asked you whether you have any illegitimate children like Norway."
America's eyes widened. "Oh well then no - and hold on a second, Norway?"
...
The sudden scream that echoed through the house jolted Denmark out of the light nap he had been having.
"Oh shit," he muttered under his breath. Had Norway found the stash of porn he'd hidden in his room? He'd always knew the guy was a prude...
"Norge," he called out, wondering in the direction of the scream. "Everything alright? Sorry about the porn - I hope I haven't permanently damaged you or anything."
"What porn?" Norway snapped, his expression filled with panic. In Denmark's opinion, it was actually slightly disturbing to see actual emotion on the other nation's face.
"You know..." Denmark's voice trailed off. "Er...something tells me that you and I are talking about two completely different things."
"Look at this!" With an angry shove, Norway thrust a newspaper into Denmark's hands. With raised eyebrows, Denmark glanced down at it.
At a conference held by Norway (the personification) insanity occurred. Finland (personification) came running towards the crowd, shooting arrows at a startled Denmark (personification). The reason for this is unknown but parts of the conversation may have hinted that due to the stress of being revealed to the world, Finland lost his mind.
He was subdued by Sweden (his assumed spouse) and taken to an unknown location. The police sent to guard the conference, as well as the Prime Minister, were quite startled by the events that occurred, although Norway himself seemed quite calm. Denmark on the other hand was reduced to a sobbing mess.
What does the attack mean for the countries of Denmark and Finland? Is Finland intent on declaring war on Denmark? Or is it all a petty misunderstanding?
On a brighter note, amidst the chaos, the mysterious entrance of a young male with an almost identical appearance to Norway has stirred up some questions. Which nation is he? How is they related? Currently, the most popular belief, fueled on by the boys adamant dismissal of any relation to Norway, is that the boy is the illegitimate child of the nation. This will be looked at in further detail.
"...They think Iceland is your illegitimate child?"
"Yes!" Norway looked horrified. "Why would they think that?! What's wrong with them?!"
"What's the point of sticking 'illegitimate' in there?" Denmark's brow furrowed in confusion. "How would they know if he was illegitimate or not? Why not just call him your child?"
"The point is, he isn't," Norway snapped. "But everyone thinks he is! God, there goes my reputation..."
"Oh calm down Norge," Denmark sighed. "I bet no one is even going to look at this garbage."
"I just don't understand," Norway muttered, ignoring Denmark completely. "...We don't even look alike..."
...
As the conference dragged on, America was beginning to get frustrated. Prussia and Canada had yet to arrive and it wouldn't be long before things would draw to a close.
"Right then," his boss said, taking a step forward to address the crowd. "To finish of, America here has something to say."
He glanced at America, looking expectant. America stared back, his expression blank.
"Alfred," his boss hissed. "Come on, say your speech."
"...What speech?"
There was an awkward pause; the reporters began to murmur amongst themselves.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me," America's boss muttered.
"You never told me to write a speech!" America protested.
His boss squeezed his eyes shut. "I've been telling you to write a speech all week!" He shook his head. "Oh never mind - just make something up, for godsake. Just make it good."
America nodded. "Sure. I'll just -" His voice cut of abruptly at the sound of his name being whispered. He glanced around, looking confused.
"Alfred," his boss hissed. "Come on -"
"I'll be back," he responded, quickly. Ignoring his boss's angry response, he hurried off n the other direction, away from the crowd. His eyes flickered around, looking for the owners of the whispers. His eyes landed on Prussia and Canada, crouched nearby. With their horrible attempt at a hiding place, it was a wonder that no one had seen them yet.
(Of course, it was very possible that they had been spotted, yet no one had cared...).
"Dudes, what's up?" America hurried over. "I've been waiting for you for AGES! Where were you?"
When he saw the other two nations properly, his eyes widened.
"Dude, what happened to you?!"
"Your loser of an alien is what happened to us!" Prussia snapped. He glared at America, viciously.
"America..." Canada shook his head, looking frustrated. "God, that's the last time I ever listen to you."
"Okay, whatever," America said. "You guys look hideous, moving on."
Prussia's expression darkened further. "Why, you loser!" he growled. "My radiance trumps you, and makes you bow at my awesome, perfectly-shaped feet!"
Canada stared at Prussia, looking slightly disturbed.
"Hey, where's Tony?" America glanced around, looking confused.
"America..." Canada's eyes narrowed. "Take a look at us. What do you THINK happened?!"
America stared at them for a moment. "...You met an angry mob on the way?"
"TONY HAPPENED!"
There was an awkward pause.
"...Tony met an angry mob on the way?"
"AMERICA!" Canada howled. "TONY -"
"- The fucker beat the shit out of us!" Prussia's jaw clenched in anger. "So not cool!"
"No, that can't be right," America protested. "Why would Tony do that?"
"Okay," Canada snapped. "You don't believe us? Then here's a direct quote from him - "You aren't telling anyone about me. I don't want to end up like you pathetic fuckers, not when I've finally found true love.""
"Aww, how sweet!" America's face lit up in excitement. "Tony found true love and -" His voice cut off as everything Canada had said fully hit him. "...wait, what?!"
"After all this shit, I better get my army," Prussia muttered.
"Tony said that?!" America looked stunned.
"Yes America," Canada growled. "Your stupid little alien friend said that - right after he beat the shit out of us and threw us out of your house - or his house, should I say."
"...What?"
"Oh yeah." Canada's mouth twitched into a humorless smile. "He claimed it for himself. Looks like you're homeless."
There was a brief pause.
"...I'll be right back." America sprinted off in the opposite direction.
...
"Dude, this is so shit," Prussia said, staring after America's disappearing figure. He turned to face Canada. "Wanna go out for a drink?"
Canada cocked his head to the side, looking considerate.
"Sure, why not?" he said, at last.
...
After about five minutes of furious banging on the door, it finally opened to reveal Tony standing on the other side. America glared at him, his expression dark with rage.
"What do you want, asshole?" Tony asked.
"Tony, what the hell dude?!" America sounded furious. "Why'd you say those things to Prussia and Canada?!"
"...Who?" Tony looked slightly confused.
"Prussia and Canada," America responded.
"Who the fuck is Canada?"
"He's my brother..." America's brow furrowed. "...I think..."
There was an awkward pause.
"Er..." Tony thought for a moment. "Is he the white-haired one?"
"Nope." America shook his head. "The other one. He's...hold on, give me a second." He cocked his head to the side, looking thoughtful. "...I can't remember," he said, at last.
"Hmm..." Tony frowned. "I'm pretty sure there was only the white haired one."
"No there was definitely another guy," America replied, firmly. "He...he looks like me!"
"Oh yeah." Tony's eyes widened in realization. "I think I vaguely remember someone like that..."
For a moment there was a pleasant silence between the two, which was broken my America's angry cry of, "anyway dude, what the hell?!"
"They were going to expose me to the public," Tony snapped. "I couldn't allow them to do that."
"But you agreed!" America cried.
"Yeah well, guess what fucker - I changed my mind." Tony gave America a brief moment to process this. "Now that I found true love, I'm not about to let you screw up my life!"
"Why are you talking to me this way?!" America demanded. "I'm you best friend!"
Tony let out a snort. "Not anymore, fucker!" he snapped. "From now on, my only friend is my one true love!"
"TONY!"
"By the way guess what, asshole?" Tony smirked slightly (an odd look for an alien). "I've claimed this house as my own. You're going to have to find somewhere else to live."
America's eyes narrowed in indignation. "You can't just take my stuff!"
"Finder's keepers," was Tony's response.
"I found it first!"
"Yeah well, too bad! I am alien, so therefore I'm cooler."
America let out a frustrated howl. "This isn't fair!"
Tony's response was to slam the door in his face.
"TONY!" America howled, pounding furiously on the door. "COME ON DUDE!"
The door once again opened, sending America staggering backwards. Tony poked his head out.
"Oh and by the way," he said. "You aren't invited to the wedding."
Once again, the door was slammed shut.
"...TONY YOU TRAITOR!"
...
"...I'm sure he'll be back at any moment..." America's boss laughed, addressing the impatient crowd in front of him.
...
The knock on Latvia's door was unexpected, since the nation really hadn't been expecting any guests. He opened it anyway, bracing himself for any overly-excited humans, with was highly likely nowadays.
The figure standing on the other side of the door made him wish for an overly-excited human.
"Mr. Russia," he stuttered, his eyes growing wide.
Russia smiled. "Hello Latvia," he said, cheerily. "I will be needing a place to stay for a while."
Ignoring the horrified look that crossed the other nation's face, Russia shoved past and walked into the house.
...
"...Oh Latvia, what ever will I do?"
Somehow an hour after Russia had arrived, Latvia found himself sitting on the sofa beside the larger nation, listening as he rattled on about his woes.
Latvia swallowed, heavily. "I don't know, Mr. Russia." His voice trembled with anxiety.
Russia sighed. "I do not know either...perhaps I will just hide here forever..."
Latvia's eyes widened in horror.
"Oh no, don't do that," he said, quickly. "You...you have every right to stay in your own home!"
'And please leave mine...please, please leave mine...'
"I know I do - and if it were anyone else, I would simply crush them." Russia smiled and Latvia let out a shudder.
"...But it is Belarus and I cannot crush her." The smile faded and Russia's shoulders slumped. "She is my sister and more importantly - she is very scary."
"I understand," Latvia replied, quietly.
Russia smiled at him. "That is good Latvia, but say that again and I will be forced to crush you with my pipe."
Latvia's eyes widened and he flinched away.
Ignoring this, Russia let out a loud sigh. "Belarus has always been tormenting my existence but this time..." He shook his head, looking frustrated. "This time, she has gone too far. She has created an army!"
"Well," Latvia said, trying to sound supportive (and to hide his fear). "I heard it's not too big -"
"Quiet," Russia snapped.
Latvia's mouth snapped shut.
"I haven't said this to many people Latvia," Russia murmured. "But I will say this to you because I do not believe anyone will care if you told them. You are simply boring and unlovable, da?"
Latvia frowned. "Well, I wouldn't say -"
"I am afraid." Russia let out a small shudder. "I am very afraid."
Latvia hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should say anything. The last thing he wanted was a shattered skull.
"Well," he said, at last. "Mr. Russia, maybe you could talk to Ms. Belarus? I'm sure she would understand why you wouldn't want her to do this."
"She is Belarus."
"Yes, well..." Latvia shrugged. "You never know unless you try, right?"
Russia frowned slightly. "Perhaps...da, you are right."
"Really?" Latvia's eyes widened in surprise. He smiled. "Oh, that's great! So you will be talking to her?"
Russia smiled. "No. You will."
"...What?"
At the look of horror on the other nation's face, Russia's smile grew. "I will not be confronting Belarus; it is suicide. You on the other hand...well, you would not have lived long in the first place."
"But...but..." Latvia struggled to find words.
"You will be talking to my sister for me, da?" The look on Russia's face clearly told Latvia that he had no other options. "Tell her that I do not want her to continue this madness."
"She'll kill me!" Latvia cried.
Russia's response was to lift his pipe high in the air. Latvia paled and swallowed, heavily.
"But of course, you'd kill me anyway," he muttered.
"Smart boy," Russia said, lowering the pipe. "If I were you, I'd get a move on, da?"
"But..." Latvia stared at him for a few moments. "...What about you?"
"I will be staying here."
"...Oh." Latvia hoped that Russia couldn't see the displeasure he was feeling.
"Yes..." Russia's fingers brushed over his pipe, his eyes glinting menacingly, despite the smile on his face. "But of course if you fail and Belarus threatens you with mutilation - the most likely scenario - you will be directing her to your brother, Estonia's house, da?"
...
In Canada's opinion, the day hadn't turned out too bad. Sure, he'd had the crap beaten out of him and sure, he'd been forgotten about over a dozen times but...well, after all that had passed, he'd actually been invited to something.
Someone had actually noticed him long enough to want to spend time with him.
"So how crazy was that alien right?" He shook his head. "I mean seriously - he just went psycho, and -"
"Totally unawesome!" Prussia's sudden angry exclamation stopped Canada abruptly. He stared at the ex-nation with wide eyes.
"Prussia?"
"That Canada loser is so fucked!" Prussia seethed, his expression darkening. Canada stared at him, his eyes wide and his expression bewildered.
"I mean," Prussia continued, angrily, "he just left me here and fucked of somewhere! What the hell?!"
Canada's eyes widened in realization. "No," he said, "I'm right here."
Prussia didn't hear him. "Seriously uncool," he continued to rant.
Canada waved a hand in front of his face, trying to get his attention. "Prussia really, I'm -"
"Dammit!" Prussia leapt up, his expression wild. "No one leaves the awesome me hanging!"
"I'M RIGHT HERE!"
...
AN:
Okay, so here's another chapter! Hopefully you enjoyed this :D Tell me what you think :D
In the next chapter, you will be able to find out what happened to Finland and co...and others too, although I haven't yet decided who else I will be including in the next chapter.
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