[Fanfic] The Valentine's Ball (1/?)
Title: The Valentine's Ball - Chapter 1
Author: couryielle
Characters: America (in this chapter)
Summary: The Annual International Valentines Ball was to be hosted in the UK this year by the prestigious Kirkland family. Only very few are privileged to even be invited... well, if Alfred didn't want to go, nobody can force him to!
Note: Will post next chapters some other time grrrrrrr >_<
Written for the usxuk Sweethearts Week Event, Day 7 (Valentine's Day) ♥
Words: 505
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At first, it seemed like such a fantastic idea. It was now a terribly cruel predicament.
Alfred rambled aimlessly through the forest - cold, hungry, and terribly lost. He didn’t like to think that he was scared because, after all, it was his big brave idea to run away. But then, it was a frickin forest, and he was all alone...
...or perhaps not, he thought as he kept on seeing shadows flitting in and out of the trees playfully. He had been trying for the past three hours now to rationalize, to force himself to believe that he was just seeing tree branches swaying in the breeze, or other harmless forest animals. How hard could it be to convince a brain that had had no sustenance for half a day and seen nothing but black, moonlit trees?
Alfred heard the sound of something snap somewhere near behind him, and he involuntarily quickened his steps. Of late, he had been having the weird sensation that somebody had been watching him. The hairs at the back of his neck had been standing since he entered this deep part of the forest, but now he can feel goosebumps not induced by he cold pockmark his entire body. He heard another snap, and Alfred could take his brain’s games no longer. He ran off as fast as he could and, to his great horror, who or whatever had been following him seemed to run after him as well. (He was too terrified to look back and see if he was just imagining the presence. Besides, he couldn’t take his eyes off the direction he was running because he had to avoid the trunks, branches, and rocks, after all.)
Suddenly, he felt something (A hand? A claw? Alfred didn’t know and didn’t want to know) take hold of his shoulder. “LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!” he screamed as he tried to run faster. Of all the stupidest, dorkiest things that could ever happen in the most critical of times, Alfred tripped on his own foot and fell face first down a hill. Before his face could hit the ground, however, he instinctively curled up into a ball and rolled down the hill until a log at the bottom broke his fall.
Alfred struggled to open his eyes. His head felt like it was split in half, and he could smell the warm blood trickling down the side of his face. Shit, this is gonna attract predators, he thought as he tried to stand up, then he fell back down again instantly with a scream of pain. Not only was his head throbbing and wounded, his right leg was broken as well. Craaaaaaap... he gnashed his teeth in pain as he lay down the frost-covered grass and... was he seeing the figure of another man looking down on him? At that point, Alfred was too tired and hurt to care whatever the shadow intended to do, or if it was even real or just a product of his twisted thoughts...
Author: couryielle
Characters: America (in this chapter)
Summary: The Annual International Valentines Ball was to be hosted in the UK this year by the prestigious Kirkland family. Only very few are privileged to even be invited... well, if Alfred didn't want to go, nobody can force him to!
Note: Will post next chapters some other time grrrrrrr >_<
Written for the usxuk Sweethearts Week Event, Day 7 (Valentine's Day) ♥
Words: 505
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At first, it seemed like such a fantastic idea. It was now a terribly cruel predicament.
Alfred rambled aimlessly through the forest - cold, hungry, and terribly lost. He didn’t like to think that he was scared because, after all, it was his big brave idea to run away. But then, it was a frickin forest, and he was all alone...
...or perhaps not, he thought as he kept on seeing shadows flitting in and out of the trees playfully. He had been trying for the past three hours now to rationalize, to force himself to believe that he was just seeing tree branches swaying in the breeze, or other harmless forest animals. How hard could it be to convince a brain that had had no sustenance for half a day and seen nothing but black, moonlit trees?
Alfred heard the sound of something snap somewhere near behind him, and he involuntarily quickened his steps. Of late, he had been having the weird sensation that somebody had been watching him. The hairs at the back of his neck had been standing since he entered this deep part of the forest, but now he can feel goosebumps not induced by he cold pockmark his entire body. He heard another snap, and Alfred could take his brain’s games no longer. He ran off as fast as he could and, to his great horror, who or whatever had been following him seemed to run after him as well. (He was too terrified to look back and see if he was just imagining the presence. Besides, he couldn’t take his eyes off the direction he was running because he had to avoid the trunks, branches, and rocks, after all.)
Suddenly, he felt something (A hand? A claw? Alfred didn’t know and didn’t want to know) take hold of his shoulder. “LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!” he screamed as he tried to run faster. Of all the stupidest, dorkiest things that could ever happen in the most critical of times, Alfred tripped on his own foot and fell face first down a hill. Before his face could hit the ground, however, he instinctively curled up into a ball and rolled down the hill until a log at the bottom broke his fall.
Alfred struggled to open his eyes. His head felt like it was split in half, and he could smell the warm blood trickling down the side of his face. Shit, this is gonna attract predators, he thought as he tried to stand up, then he fell back down again instantly with a scream of pain. Not only was his head throbbing and wounded, his right leg was broken as well. Craaaaaaap... he gnashed his teeth in pain as he lay down the frost-covered grass and... was he seeing the figure of another man looking down on him? At that point, Alfred was too tired and hurt to care whatever the shadow intended to do, or if it was even real or just a product of his twisted thoughts...