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Alfred’s chest was heaving, choked sobs escaping him. He almost dropped the pistol, his entire body trembling from head to two. The hand however remained firm, guiding his arm back to his side, easily taking the gun out of his hands and holstering it. Pain erupting like fire in his leg, Alfred almost collapsing, an arm shot out from no wear, catching him, his glasses falling to the ground.
“You lot best get!” Bill’s voice sounded close by, Alfred turning his head to look at the blurred forms around him.
“… This ain’t over boy!” Came Trent’s response, before the man and his friend ran. Or at least Alfred assumed. He blinked, wiping his eyes on his sleeve, the world clearing at least a little.
“You alri-”
“Molly!” Was his first thought, his head snapping back to where he thought Bill was. He tried to walk forward, his right leg buckling. A small scream escaped him, the person by his side catching him with ease.
“She’ll be alright.” An accented voice replied, the same one that had ordered him to stand down. Alfred’s blue eyes widened as he looked at the blurred form. He could see the large, impish grin. He could make out the blob of platinum blonde hair, almost white. And most of all… He could see the sharp red eyes. Alfred couldn’t believe it, taking a sharp breath, speaking in disbelief.
“Gi-Gilbert!?”
I apologize for taking so long to update! I had hit a bit of a snag, in regards to how to start this segment off. And I’m still not entirely pleased with it. But then again, it seems like I’m hardly pleased with half of these segments as of late. Heh. -nervous laugh- Right! I’m also debating how long of a time skip to do. I had toyed with a few ideas… Then realize it wouldn’t fit with my vague time frame! Drat!
Again though, thank you all so much for your comments, they keep me going forward with this story~ And I only hope I can continue bringing out segments that you all enjoy. And to love you!anon… I love you too. Why? Because it was my original plot (before Trent came into the story, with the original ending) that Vincent would become evil! Though… I suppose things have changed? Hehe…
Again, thank you all for the comments, and I hope you all enjoyed this segment of the story! Thank you all again!
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And did I see Arthur ninja his way into this chapter? Could have been my imagination...
Glad to see you updated!
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Out of all the people I expected, I did not expect Prussia.
And don't think I didn't see what you did thar. England is totally there.
captcha: Amer- outvotes ...America outvotes what?
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Your story is as wonderful as ever. I noticed how you used my veteran excuse as to why Al was not being a cry baby. Soldier!America is awesome and so canon. He started with war and continued the tradition for every following generation. Better get used to your soldier side Al. I'm sure Gilbert can help.
England might not be there, but it looks like the UK is in the house /o/
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I can't wait for the next parts!
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Gilbert is one of my fav characters~ <3
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Well, the next he was lying in a bed, his eyelids refusing to open. His head throbbed; it felt as if he was in a fog. There were voices around him; he registered that after a moment. They were all speaking in soft whispers, they sounded so distant…
“Think he’ll be alright?” Paul. It was Paul speaking…
“The wounds pretty bad, but he should fine,” Ruben’s voice registered next. “You worked pretty fast at gettin’ the bullet out Mr… Er…”
“Gilbert’s fine,” came the Prussian accented voice, with a laugh. “I didn’t want to hang around and wait for you to show up, with Alfred losing all that blood. He’s just lucky I’ve had to treat wounds on the battlefield.”
“You’re a soldier?”
“’Course!” Gilbert laughed again. “Pretty high ranking officer in the Prussian Army as a matter of fact! I’m also just pretty damn awesome!”
There were two snorts at that, a familiar voice following. “Now, now mon ami, have we not talked about letting your ego show?”
“Oi, like your one to talk!” The other speaker laughed, it was so familiar. With an almost inaudible groan, Alfred finally forced his eyes open. The room hushed in an instant, and he was sure all eyes had turned to him. But everything was blurred, Alfred desperately trying to make out the blobs he knew was his friends. Trying desperately to spot the two familiar voices, he knew one belonged to Prussia but the other… It couldn’t be…
“Take it easy Al,” it was Bill’s voice, a hand resting on his shoulder when the American made an attempt to sit up. “You lost a lot of blood back there.”
“I did?” His voice sounded hoarse. Laughter was his answer, and he allowed himself to be pushed back down. Blinking blearily he glanced around again, before a sudden thought struck him. He forgot what he had just been told, sitting bolt upright despite the hands that were trying to keep him down. But Alfred had always been known for his strength, and despite his weakened state, he still managed to fight against them. His eyes were wide, darting around the room in a growing panic. “Molly! Is she-”
“I’m fine,” at the sound of her voice, he turned his head to the side. She was nearby, her blurred form moving closer. It was only then that he allowed the hands to push him down, the wide eyes still staring at Molly’s blurred form. The bed dipped when she sat down, her hand reaching out. He yelped out of surprise as she hit him over the head. “And next time I tell you to stay put, you stay put!”
He rubbed the spot where she hit, the worry still present. “You’re alright?”
“My arms a bit sore, but it’s nothing bad.” She stated quite firmly, brushing hair out of his eyes. “Next time listen, alright?”
He just nodded, looking down quietly.
“How are you feeling?” It was Ruben.
“I’m okay… Leg’s sore.”
“Not surprising,” Alfred’s eyes went wide as saucers at that familiar voice. His head spun around to his right; to the blurred form of one of the people who had tried to keep him down, the one who had spoken earlier. Without his glasses, he could barely make out the blurred form of the Nation, but there was no mistaking it. It was him…
“Francis!?”
“Oui,” came the amused reply. “Why do you look so shocked? In your letter, did you not say I should see this West for myself?”
Alfred just nodded dumbly, staring at the other. The Frenchman laughed again, and Alfred was sure he was smiling. “Well that is exactly what I am doing. Though, these two decided to tag along.”
“Oi! It sounded like fun, and I was bored.”
“He was worried,” Francis whispered to Alfred with an amused tone. The younger Nation jumped in surprised, not realizing how close Francis had gotten to him in such a short amount of time. But then again, it was Francis. “But you know Gilbert…”
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His stomach knotted uneasily at that notion. Glasses were expensive to replace… And that pair in particular…
The world suddenly cleared, Texas resting against the bridge of his nose. Startled, the American looked up at the person that now stood beside Francis. Automatically, he felt his chest tighten, words of thanks dying on his lips.
“Really, I don’t check in for a while and you go and nearly get yourself killed,” the Spanish accented voice teased, before Anto- Spain reached out, ruffling his hair. “What am I going to do with you amigo?”
“What are…?” Alfred began, but trailed off. His eyebrows knitted together further, unable to understand what Spain was doing here. He hated Alfred, didn’t he? After what happened years ago… What was he doing here? Acting concerned?
“These are yours, aren’t they?” The Spaniard tilted his head to one side in mock confusion, pointing at the frames on his face. “I gave them to you years ago, sí?”
And there was a small smile that formed across Spain’s face, a playful wink. Alfred understood the hidden meaning immediately. He stared at Spain for a moment, feeling the burning in his eyes. Quickly, he looked away, hands forming tight fists. “Hey! What’s wrong?”
“N-Nothin’!”
“Al, are you cryin’ again?” Paul teased, and Alfred felt his cheeks grow hot, spinning around to glare at his friend. Small tears were already sliding down his cheeks, despite how Alfred fought them down.
“I-I’m not!” At least, he wasn’t crying out of sadness, out of pain. He was crying from happiness.
Spain merely laughed at the small exchange, ruffling his blonde hair again and clucking his tongue. “Usted es tan joven...”
Alfred wiped his eyes stubbornly.
“Tan muy joven, pequeña América…”
The tears were growing hotter, Alfred trying desperately to get them to stop. Because he didn’t want to cry. Not in front of his friends, in front of the three Nations. He had grown so much, hadn’t he? He had stopped crying at everything, or at least gotten better about hiding it. He didn’t want to cry, not over something that was so good. Because Spain was worrying about him. Spain was smiling at him. Spain…
“I’m sorry,” he croaked out, and suddenly, he felt someone pull him into a tight embrace. It was Spain, stroking his hair as Alfred sobbed into his shoulder. “I-I’m so sorry!”
“We must do what’s best for our people, América,” Spain whispered in his ear, low enough so only he could hear. “It’s alright. Now please, don’t cry. This should be a happy reunion.”
“Bu-But…”
“No buts!” Spa- Antonio responded with a bright smile, wiping the large tears.
And Alfred cried more.
“Seriously Alfred…”
“N-No,” he choked out, hiding his eyes behind one arm. “I-I’m not up-upset…”
He was happy.
He was happy beyond belief.
Because, he realized as he looked tearfully at the three Nations that stood by his bed. The Nations who had aided him in gaining independence. Who would check in on him from time to time. The three Nation who were smiling at him. At Antonio who was still holding onto the tearful American, to Gilbert who was rolling his eyes saying something in his native tongue (Alfred only catching his name), to Francis who was just smiling.
And Alfred realized. He wasn’t alone.
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I promise to update with something better very soon! And blame my friend for the Bad Friends Trio appearance. Heh, I had asked her who to throw in, and her response was Gilbert. And as I was already planning Francis to appear~ Antonio just had to tag along.
Also, what he is saying here is “You are so young” and then “so very young, little America”. Now, I had to use an online translator, as I fail at Spanish. So if there is an error please feel free to correct it! I would love you immensely in fact, if you do!
I apologize if this was pure crap. Thank you all again for all the lovely comments! Really, they keep me motivated!
The next update will be better! I swear!
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Bad Friends Trio ftw! But now won't people start asking questions on who the Trio are and how they know Alfred?
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My Spanish is fail as well so I can't help you too much. There might be something wrong with the structure, but heaven knows that I have the worst awareness of structure for languages, even English. XD I did notice this, though:
Usted es tan joven I don't think Spain would used "usted" when referring to Al since Spain is his senior and they seem pretty well acquainted.
Tan muy joven, pequeña América It should be pequeño not pequeña. Though the name America is feminine, he's referring to the person America, who is male.
If I'm wrong, please someone correct me for being a dunce. I love you authoraonon and can't wait for your next update. :)
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I agree with the above anon about the Spanish, as far as I can tell it is technically correct, save that female adjective. With the "usted" thing, not only is Antonio older than Alfred, they are more than just well-acquainted. If Author!anon wished to show in another way that Alfred has been forgiven, Antonio speaking as a friend would do it.
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The only thing I might have done differently is use Tú instead of Usted. Usted is a more formal way of saying you, while tú is more friendly/familiar. Nothing wrong with using usted though.
And as someone else mentioned the pequeña being changed to pequeño, but it's hard to say since America the word is feminine while the character is masculine. ...I guess either one would work?
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And forgot to say it, I can't wait for the next update, I love this fic ♥
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I'm so happy that badass trio is there. I love them dearly.
And how Spain was so nice to America even after the war is so heartwarming.
<3 <3 <3
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