The first memory was unfamiliar to England.
It was of Alfre-Andrew sitting in a private jet, conversing with his current president. Suddenly the thought occurred to him, did Alfred's presidents known about his condition?
"So, Andrew, have you convinced him yet?"
Apparently they did.
"Not yet, Alfred still isn't convinced that the pills will help him at all."Obama let out a groan and pinched the bridge of his nose."You know Boss, it sounds like you're trying to get rid of me" his eyes were narrowed and down right 's eyes widened in fear and he shook his head wildly, waving his arms, "No no no! It's not that at all! It's just that Alfred often gets so many migraines and looks like he's in pain a lot- so I thought that maybe it would help him feel better!" ( an: people with DID get headaches a lot)
Andrew sighed and looked out the darkened window with a tired expression, "I don't the pills will help him with the pain at all..."Obama looked at him in confusion and Arthur suddenly realized that although it was obvious that he knew of Alfred's other personalities, it was also apparent that he knew nothing of the tacks in his shoes...he probably did,t know about Billy either...Suddenly there was a whooshing sound and Arthur was in front of the door with Francis and Matthew.
He blinked and turned around towards the semi-bored-looking nation who shrugged,"I'm bored. Pick another one."
Francis chose it this time.
Arthur recognized this one.
He never liked this memory.
England was sitting at the world meeting when Francis had run in in a panic, "Ze Twin Towers- a plane crashed into them!"Everyone had been in shock and or in tears in their rush to turn on the flat Arthur saw the second plane hit the buildings he had whipped out his phone and dialed the American's number.
He was now seeing for the first time what the boy had looked like on the other line.
Andrew was slumped in the news broadcaster's chair in the back of the studio. You could hear the anchors tell the sickening truth and their fear induced laughter (an:look it up people they actually started laughing on screen!).His face was pale and there was a cold pack on his left hip. He looked awful. His president was pacing back forth in front of his limp country. Andrew's eyes followed him sluggishly, "why don't you get me water or something instead of just pacing back and forth like you're useless," Bush shot him a look but went off to find his ailing country something to drink. Andrew let out a low growl when his phone went off, blaring "Love me or hate me" by Lady Sovereign.
'-I'm English, try and deport me!'
Click
"What?"
"...""
No, I-I'm just peachy...no I'm not bleeding...my legs are broken though...no you don't need to come-fine, come, whatever, I don't care just-WHERE'S MY WATER DAMMIT?-no its nothing...an hour? Okay you do that. I'm in DC by the way...yeah...yeah...okay England...bye."
Click
"I swear he worries way to much...he's going to rip out all his hair one day I swear."
Swoosh
Matthew chose next.
"I'm not going to pay you back Alfred."Andrew was standing in front of Arthur's bathroom mirror...and was talking to it. Normally this was insane...but Arthur was able to see a face in the mirror...Alfred's face. And he looked pissed.
"Oh yes you are! Twenty seven thousand! You spent twenty seven thousand euros on suits! Italian suits! You either pay me back or you return them ASAP! What is with your obsession with gloves, suits, dress shoes, and all that fancy stuff anyway!?"Andrew laughed and fixed his tie in the corner of the mirror where Alfred wasn't blocking it,"You made me. You figure it out. Anyway, Arthur said he liked the suit, so what's the problem? You do want his approval, right? So the cost shouldn't matter."Alfred's blurry face was turned red-whether from embarrassment or anger.
Swoosh
"Alright, let's go!" Andrew was motioning to a uniquely black door, "Now on to Bit's world, we have no time to waste, after all.