APH Fic Twisted chapter 9
Title: Twisted
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, Canada, Mexico, England
Rating: M for safety. And suicide.
Warnings: Suicide.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: After the financial gang bang happened and burdened by the memories America chooses to commit suicide in order to escape the pain. Tormented by guilt England prepares a spell to bring him back. Only he had no desire to come back and now that he is, he wants only revenge.
Emily glanced at Anthony who sat across of her at the table of the café.
They had told their father that they wished to go out and simply be outside somewhere. He had encouraged it and gave them more money than they even knew that they could spend in a single day.
Anthony tried to avert his eyes when girls that were clad in only bikinis that barely covered what needed to be covered by staring at the menu in his hands.
Emily on the other hand followed them until they went out of sight. When she turned back she shook her head.
“That was ridiculous.” she said.
Anthony nodded. “Do girls of this day have no respect for themselves?”
“Seems so brother.” Emily sighed. “And the boys! Why on earth do they wish to show off their underwear’s to the world?”
Anthony shrugged. “I am still trying to wrap my mind over the way that they talk.”
Brother and sister sighed in unison.
“I cannot understand anything of this time.” Emily said. She placed her elbow on the table and balanced her head in her hands. “It just seems so…disrespectful and horrid.”
Anthony nodded. “They seem to have no respect for others or themselves.”
The waitress came at that moment; she was chewing gum and seemed disinterested in her two customers as she asked “Are you ready to order?”
“May I have an ice tea and a slice of this chocolate pie?” Emily asked her voice raising a few octaves. The waitress gave her a weird look before writing it down. She turned to Anthony and asked “And you?”
“A coffee and this strudel please.” Anthony said.
The waitress nodded, wrote it down, and left. Anthony glanced at his sister.
“You need to stop doing that.” Anthony said.
Emily smiled slightly. “I know, I’m still getting used to talking to everyone myself.”
Anthony patted her hand. “You’ll get used to it.”
Emily stared at their hands quietly. “Will I?”
“What do you mean?”
Emily glanced at her brother. “What will happen to us when our father is done?”
Anthony didn’t say anything as the waitress came back with their drinks and snacks. The both of them busied themselves with preparing their drinks. Emily added three sugars into her tea and Anthony added four into his coffee. They stirred their drinks in silence.
“I mean.” Emily continued. “We were brought back here for one reason and one reason only. To assist our father with his desire to avenge his death and those who wronged him. You and I know that. We also know that once he is done he wants to die once more. He wants to go back.” She looked up at her brother. “And when that time comes what will happen to us? Do you wish to die once more?”
Anthony was silent for a few moments as he thought.
“I don’t honestly know.” he finally said. “I know that in these bodies we are like our father. We are immortal and we won’t die. And to tell you the truth I am afraid of death.”
“We died before. There is nothing to fear.” Emily said. “It is somewhat easier and faster than falling asleep.”
Anthony nodded. “I know. It’s not the death I fear it is afterwards.”
Emily was silent as she watched her brother.
“I mean.” he continued. “We have committed sins. We have killed and we have dabbled in magic. Magic to create and destroy. Magic was to create these bodies of ours.”
“Which were taken from those Italian brothers.” Emily said.
“Stolen. Another sin aside murder.” Anthony said. He sighed heavily.
Emily picked up her fork and sliced a small piece of the pie. As she chewed it she glanced around the people once more.
“I actually talked to father about what happens after everything is done.” Anthony said suddenly.
Emily looked up at him sharply. “And what did he say?”
Anthony was shredding his napkin slightly. “He said that he didn’t bring us back only for us to help him but to replace him.”
Emily placed her fork down, confusion clear on her face. “What?”
Anthony now was placing the pieces of the napkin into a single pile. “He said that when he killed himself the first time he didn’t think things through. He said that he had left the world with no America left in his place. The world needs a personification of America. That is to be us. We are to be the new personifications of America.”
“Why on earth would we want that?” Emily asked.
Anthony shrugged. “I am merely repeated what he told me.”
Emily bit her lip as she looked down at her plate. “Brother he is starting to scare me.”
“He was starting to scare me the moment I opened my eyes for the first time in this new world.” Anthony said. “If you went to those degrees then I do not believe you are alright in your mind.”
“Personifications aren’t supposed to die no matter what unless it is dissolution of the land.” Emily said suddenly.
“What are you talking about?” Anthony asked.
“I have been reading a lot lately.” she said. “And I read up on personifications. They are not supposed to die as long as the land is in their name. If it is they can never die no matter what.”
“What are you trying to say?” Anthony asked once more.
Emily stared at her brother. “I mean that father is stopping the healing of the nation’s we have killed. I mean that he is doing something to keep them from being born again. Everyone should have, from the Italians to the Germany should have come back to life by now.”
Anthony shook his head. “I honestly think father is insane.”
Emily shook her head. “Stop calling him father. He stopped being our father the moment he brought us back. Call him either Alfred or America.”
“He won’t like it.”
“Be damned what he likes or not.” Emily snapped. She stood up and placed the money on the table to pay for their food. “I am past caring what he wants or not.”
Author/Artist: Me!
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, Canada, Mexico, England
Rating: M for safety. And suicide.
Warnings: Suicide.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: After the financial gang bang happened and burdened by the memories America chooses to commit suicide in order to escape the pain. Tormented by guilt England prepares a spell to bring him back. Only he had no desire to come back and now that he is, he wants only revenge.
Emily glanced at Anthony who sat across of her at the table of the café.
They had told their father that they wished to go out and simply be outside somewhere. He had encouraged it and gave them more money than they even knew that they could spend in a single day.
Anthony tried to avert his eyes when girls that were clad in only bikinis that barely covered what needed to be covered by staring at the menu in his hands.
Emily on the other hand followed them until they went out of sight. When she turned back she shook her head.
“That was ridiculous.” she said.
Anthony nodded. “Do girls of this day have no respect for themselves?”
“Seems so brother.” Emily sighed. “And the boys! Why on earth do they wish to show off their underwear’s to the world?”
Anthony shrugged. “I am still trying to wrap my mind over the way that they talk.”
Brother and sister sighed in unison.
“I cannot understand anything of this time.” Emily said. She placed her elbow on the table and balanced her head in her hands. “It just seems so…disrespectful and horrid.”
Anthony nodded. “They seem to have no respect for others or themselves.”
The waitress came at that moment; she was chewing gum and seemed disinterested in her two customers as she asked “Are you ready to order?”
“May I have an ice tea and a slice of this chocolate pie?” Emily asked her voice raising a few octaves. The waitress gave her a weird look before writing it down. She turned to Anthony and asked “And you?”
“A coffee and this strudel please.” Anthony said.
The waitress nodded, wrote it down, and left. Anthony glanced at his sister.
“You need to stop doing that.” Anthony said.
Emily smiled slightly. “I know, I’m still getting used to talking to everyone myself.”
Anthony patted her hand. “You’ll get used to it.”
Emily stared at their hands quietly. “Will I?”
“What do you mean?”
Emily glanced at her brother. “What will happen to us when our father is done?”
Anthony didn’t say anything as the waitress came back with their drinks and snacks. The both of them busied themselves with preparing their drinks. Emily added three sugars into her tea and Anthony added four into his coffee. They stirred their drinks in silence.
“I mean.” Emily continued. “We were brought back here for one reason and one reason only. To assist our father with his desire to avenge his death and those who wronged him. You and I know that. We also know that once he is done he wants to die once more. He wants to go back.” She looked up at her brother. “And when that time comes what will happen to us? Do you wish to die once more?”
Anthony was silent for a few moments as he thought.
“I don’t honestly know.” he finally said. “I know that in these bodies we are like our father. We are immortal and we won’t die. And to tell you the truth I am afraid of death.”
“We died before. There is nothing to fear.” Emily said. “It is somewhat easier and faster than falling asleep.”
Anthony nodded. “I know. It’s not the death I fear it is afterwards.”
Emily was silent as she watched her brother.
“I mean.” he continued. “We have committed sins. We have killed and we have dabbled in magic. Magic to create and destroy. Magic was to create these bodies of ours.”
“Which were taken from those Italian brothers.” Emily said.
“Stolen. Another sin aside murder.” Anthony said. He sighed heavily.
Emily picked up her fork and sliced a small piece of the pie. As she chewed it she glanced around the people once more.
“I actually talked to father about what happens after everything is done.” Anthony said suddenly.
Emily looked up at him sharply. “And what did he say?”
Anthony was shredding his napkin slightly. “He said that he didn’t bring us back only for us to help him but to replace him.”
Emily placed her fork down, confusion clear on her face. “What?”
Anthony now was placing the pieces of the napkin into a single pile. “He said that when he killed himself the first time he didn’t think things through. He said that he had left the world with no America left in his place. The world needs a personification of America. That is to be us. We are to be the new personifications of America.”
“Why on earth would we want that?” Emily asked.
Anthony shrugged. “I am merely repeated what he told me.”
Emily bit her lip as she looked down at her plate. “Brother he is starting to scare me.”
“He was starting to scare me the moment I opened my eyes for the first time in this new world.” Anthony said. “If you went to those degrees then I do not believe you are alright in your mind.”
“Personifications aren’t supposed to die no matter what unless it is dissolution of the land.” Emily said suddenly.
“What are you talking about?” Anthony asked.
“I have been reading a lot lately.” she said. “And I read up on personifications. They are not supposed to die as long as the land is in their name. If it is they can never die no matter what.”
“What are you trying to say?” Anthony asked once more.
Emily stared at her brother. “I mean that father is stopping the healing of the nation’s we have killed. I mean that he is doing something to keep them from being born again. Everyone should have, from the Italians to the Germany should have come back to life by now.”
Anthony shook his head. “I honestly think father is insane.”
Emily shook her head. “Stop calling him father. He stopped being our father the moment he brought us back. Call him either Alfred or America.”
“He won’t like it.”
“Be damned what he likes or not.” Emily snapped. She stood up and placed the money on the table to pay for their food. “I am past caring what he wants or not.”