Hey again! Boy, I sure did update fast…at least for me that is. I'm proud of myself.
Additional characters are introduced, and the first major plot point occurs!
On an added note, I wrote this at school…so much for homework. Ah well.
Enjoy!
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By: Brian Crain
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Gild
Chapter Two
Thanksgiving came all too quickly.
For some reason, every year, America celebrated this holiday where everyone would give thanks for silly things, like shoelaces and hamburgers. No one else did this. Even so, Alfred made a huge deal about it, and most showed up anyway.
Spain was the first to arrive. He would never be one to skip out on a party; and of course, Romano had to come with him.
Next came Britain and Poland. Both Al and Ice had no idea why the latter even showed: he was weird. Nobody liked Poland, especially when he brought his prissy attitude with him. Britain, at least, tried to be refined. He had manners. Although, Iceland tried to avoid him as much as he possibly could. Ever since the World Wars, they haven't been on exactly friendly terms.
Russia and Belarus showed as well. Russia just because he could and he loved to bother Alfred…Belarus on the other hand…well, people tried to stay away from her. They both gave off a creepy aura, but it came to a consensus that hers was much worse.
Lastly, Canada and Kumajirou. Nobody really noticed when they walked in. Nobody but Ice. He enjoyed Mathew's company; since they were very much the same, and Canada didn't feel he had to make small talk or anything to pass the time. Silence was one thing that had been hard to come by at America's place, and a companion that didn't say much was a nice change of company.
Al switched on the flat screen TV that hung on the glass wall over-looking the rest of the city. It flickered to life and gleamed in bright colors, boasting about how expensive it was. The late-night news broadcast had just started up, backed by an electronic backbeat and tacky intro graphics. Before anyone could object, America crashed onto the couch next to Ice and Mathew, switching through channels rapidly. He stopped at 62.
"Cool, dude!" He shouted, "Ghost Adventures is totally on tonight!"
"Is that the show that fakes paranormal activity so they can be on TV?" Canada quietly asked, drawing his legs up to his chest and clutching his polar bear tightly.
"Naw." Al answered, "It's legit. Ghosts are totally real. If the TV says so, it's true."
"Oh…"
Iceland fidgeted uncomfortably. He hated these stupid ghost shows. Every time he saw one, he always thought of his older brother, Norway. He could almost feel his eyes burning holes into him now. Plus, there was an old folk legend in his country that you could be possessed by these types of things.
"Why don't we watch the news?" Ice suggested, "I think that's much more reliable than Travel Channel."
"Fine. After this episode. I think it's a new one."
England walked in behind them with a cup of tea and leaned up against the back of the sofa. "I find you quite distasteful, America." He commented, "Why don't we watch BBC?"
"What's that?"
"…nothing." Arthur sighed, "Really…I thought I raised you better than this."
"You've only yourself to blame." Belarus added in her gravely, terrifying voice. She didn't say anything else, but laughed wildly at the scared camera crew as the show went on.
"You should totally come over to my place for the festival of the dead!" Spain offered excitedly, "There are ghosts everywhere!"
"No way man!" America answered warily.
"My house has the best ghosts!"
"Russia, dude, like totally shut up!" Poland accused.
"Big brother is mine!"
"SHUT UP." Iceland screamed, "I have a terrible headache!"
"Exactly." England sighed.
"I'm leaving," Ice announced, standing up, "I'll be in the spare bedroom."
Iceland marched to the spare room and slammed shut the door. Huffing an angry sigh, he sat on the bed and turned on the smaller, older TV on the bookshelf. He started to flip through a book he had brought along from his country: Nordic Legends. It smelled vaguely of home, the pages torn and familiar, wrinkled yet still holding the same luster that they had been given upon its purchase. Just as he reached his favorite story, the one about Fenrir the wolf god and the Ragnorak, a screeching, rumbling noise shook the air. He gently placed the book on the bed and threw the curtains open angrily.
It was just a plane.
The sides were sleek and shimmering white, so that it blended in almost perfectly with the near-constant cloud cover. The windshield was a pale blue, and tinted so that the pilot was unseen. There was a large, open, rectangular space, away from the cockpit, where a gunner stayed watch over the city below. It wasn't a very large plane. Perhaps it could hold four people. Yet, there was something menacing about the way it slid through the air, as if stalking prey. It looked sturdy, yet agile. Shaking his head, Iceland drew the curtains, shrouding the room in darkness momentarily.
Then, he silently switched on the bedside lamp, continuing to read with the news in the background, without ever even giving a passing thought about the quiet savage that lurked in the air and roared at his window…
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Alright, so as you can probably infer, the action is gonna start next chapter, which will probably be released sometime soon if I stay on top of things like I have been. This chapter was a little uneventful, I know, but we have to add a little suspense in there! Hehe…so, tell me what you think in the reviews section!
PS- thank you for all of you who decided to follow the story! It makes me very happeh to see that people are interested from the get-go! Thanks!