Lucid Memories [3d/?]
anonymous
July 14 2010, 17:45:26 UTC
"Boy!" The American nation turned around to see a man in a blue suit with a strange black cap.
The man went to the stranger to ask him. "Do you know this young man?" His face was stern and cross.
"Of course I do." The other one told him coolly. "He's my brother."
"I- I am?" Alfred asked. He didn't recognize him. America blinked at them. The policeman, that was the police, right? The policeman looked at the driver with suspicion.
The stranger only laughed, he threw a quick glare at Alfred, work with me here, damn it!
"R-right!" Alfred tried to put on a straight face. "He's my brother! I forgot you see…" He tried to convince the police. "I have a bunch of siblings…I often forget their names and faces…"
The driver, Alfred just noticed that he shared the same shade of dirty blond that he had, nodded in agreement. As he nodded, America noticed that the boy even shared the same sole strand of hair he had! "He's due for a doctor's appointment and we can't be late. He's got OCD you know."
"Hey! I do not!" Alfred protested, he was ticked off. He had no idea what the driver was talking about, but he was pretty sure that there was nothing wrong with him.
Well…it didn't matter, because they was doing a good job of fooling the man. They were excused.
"Let's go." He told Alfred. Alfred hesitantly stepped in, unsure of what was going to happen to him. The back of the car turned out to be rather neat; he saw a box (4) tossed in the back of the seat.
Once he got in, the stranger looked back at Alfred before telling him. "I would buckle up your seat belt if I were you." Alfred looked at him in confusion. The other teen grinned, aggressively stamping his feet onto the gas without warning.
"What are we…AAAHHHHHH!" Alfred screamed when he was half way through his words. What the hell was he thinking? The driver raced through the streets, seeming to have not notice the protesting and honks from the other cars.
"WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!" He cheered. Alfred gagged. I think I'm going to be sick…
Much to Alfred's relieve, as they drove deeper into the streets, they began to slow down. They began to talk.
"You're on your way to the summit meeting… aren't you?" The question sounded casual.
"Yes…"
The other one smiled. "So am I."
Alfred wasn't sure how to respond, so he tried a simple question. "Who are you?"
In the sunlight, Alfred took a good look at the mysterious teen who took him. He was wearing a simple blue hooded jacket adorned over a red vest. The teen had skinny blue pants made from a type of fabric Alfred wasn't familiar with along with red and white shoes.
The stranger stared at him in shock. A small frown formed at his thin lips.
"You…you don't know me" His voice cracked.
Alfred stared back. "No…" Have they met? "Should I?"
"So you don't know me. Okay." A small sigh escaped from the stranger. "Do you know who you are?"
Lucid Memories [3e/?]
anonymous
July 14 2010, 17:46:23 UTC
"So you say…" Alfred hear the other utter as his face turned away to look at the traffic ahead of him. A small curtain of silence fell over them.
This only made Alfred confused. Was there more he wanted to say? The other teen told him that he was going to the summit meeting too!
Go ask him about it, a small voice nudged him.
No I won't! I don't need help! He argued with the voice.
You're going to look like a fool if you don't ask.
Alfred blinked back. That's what Art- England would say.
But you need to know!
I don't even know where I am! Or who this person is!
The other side told him gently. That only give you more the reason.
Why am I even arguing with you? Silence. Hey! Answer back! Nothing.
Alfred gave mentally groaned before the driver interrupted his thoughts. "You know…I didn't think I would see you here like that…"
The teen's voice was soft and dreamy as if his mind wasn't completely there at the present.
He turned around. Alfred saw that some of the boy's baby blond locks fell down in front of the glasses. The boy gave a good long look at Alfred. They were at the red light.
"Dad…" His voice was dry and husky. "What have you gotten yourself into?" Alfred's eyes widen at the words.
The American teen stared back the other blond. "D…dad?" He repeated the words in bewilderment. He shook his head at the teen driver.
"What do you think you're doing? Calling me dad…" He tried to shake it off. "I'm too young be anyone's father."
"But you said your name was Alfred." He stated. "Alfred F. Jones. The United States of America."
"How…"
"Look at me." The blond used his hands to grab the boy by the collar. "Look at me!" His face was wild. "Do you recognize me?" The question popped up again.
Alfred saw the bright blue eyes hidden behind the sunglasses. His eyes. My eyes. Alfred thought. No! It couldn't be!
"You!" America wouldn't stop. "I know you! But it can't be!"
"It is…" Was this really him?
Alfred's voice came out weak. "New York?"
New York smiled at his name. "Yes Dad…it's me…"
Author's Notes:
Nine days (1) - Back in the revolution days, the roads were so bad that it would take nine days to get from Virginia to New York, or something like that.
Knees (2) - This may not sound like a lot, but the people of the 20th century made a big deal out of it when their generation started to wear their skirts up to their knees.
Money (3) - Just to tell you guys, at Alfred's time, there was no official money system. Each state had its own money system; there was no Bank of the United States.
*munches on popcorn*
anonymous
July 14 2010, 19:33:49 UTC
Ah, I shouldn't love time travel fics as much as I do, yet still I continue to devour them~ |D
You really surprised me with this fill, anon! The first chapter was a bit cheesy with the angst and the second tugged a bit on my heartstrings BUT THEN THIS CHAPTER CAME ALONG. And it's made of awesome. I had to de-lurk for this.
akljghafd i-it's just - young!America is confused and a little intimated by this new place! But that's okay because the gadgets are interesting and proceeds to fanboy over them! He has to walk around in his uniform because modern!America is some kind of humanoid tank! Little old ladies help him instead of the other way around! My word, the women are actually showing their ankles! AND THEN SUDDENLY NEW YORK (IN WHAT I CAN ONLY ASSUME IS A CAB) OH GOD ILU ♥♥♥
Also, young!America's way of speaking is absolutely freaking adorable. Did you study books and movies set in the 18th century before writing his dialogue or did you just wing it?
I'm looking forward to young!America meeting the rest of the modern world (and possibly the other state-tans)! And also seeing modern!America dealing with the revolution again, the poor sod. And how these incidents will affect the Hetalia world's timeline. Keep it up, anon! XDb
Sorry I didn't say much about the Joker romance but THAT IS NOT WHAT THIS CHAPTER IS ABOUT. It's about young!America being adorkable, so I'll save my sort of review of that for the next chapter. :D
I admit. Looking back at this, it was corny, lol. I did not study the 18th century for the dialogue, -US!anon is ashamed- I just typed it. My only knowledge of this are mostly from APUSH (Advanced US History), random fun facts gathered from years of reading random books, reading several books during and based on the 18th century, and occasionally researching stuff online when I'm in doubt of certain topics. Anon is fail on formal speech. Benjamin Franklin's biography seemed pretty simple and straight forward when it came to talking. It actually sounds similar to the way we talk today, just slightly different.
-looks at the line:-
And how these incidents will affect the Hetalia world's timeline.
-_-;;
Just to warn you, the ending of this may come into a shock for you. It may end up as something you may not expect. So please don't be surprised if it doesn't wind up as what you thought of it as. I'm scared of flames! TT_TT
I'm so glad summer has come. I think I have seen 1 or 2 time traveling stories, but many of the authors have abandoned their fics :(. I'll probably keep typing this one. The next chapter is already set. I actually started this story somewhere in December, so I already have a few future chapters already typed up.
I was almost planning to abandon posting these chapters on livejournal because no one responded to them TT_TT. You know, I don't care if I only get 2 or 3 posts on this, I just want to see your reactions to the events and plots. I write not only for my own pleasure, but to watch my audience's reactions to the story as well. How they feel, and what goes through their mind when they read my works. Thanks for deciding to stick to my story for awhile. Sorry for such a long comment. I write a lot when I want to. You have no idea how grateful I am of seeing your lovely comment on this site.
All boys love their gadgets, don't they? Wait, when you're asking about my wording, are you asking about the way Alfred talks or the way I write? Nope, this is the way I write. Adorkable? I must add that word to my Hetalia dictionary! -jots down adorkable to a notebook- ^_^
The man went to the stranger to ask him. "Do you know this young man?" His face was stern and cross.
"Of course I do." The other one told him coolly. "He's my brother."
"I- I am?" Alfred asked. He didn't recognize him. America blinked at them. The policeman, that was the police, right? The policeman looked at the driver with suspicion.
The stranger only laughed, he threw a quick glare at Alfred, work with me here, damn it!
"R-right!" Alfred tried to put on a straight face. "He's my brother! I forgot you see…" He tried to convince the police. "I have a bunch of siblings…I often forget their names and faces…"
The driver, Alfred just noticed that he shared the same shade of dirty blond that he had, nodded in agreement. As he nodded, America noticed that the boy even shared the same sole strand of hair he had! "He's due for a doctor's appointment and we can't be late. He's got OCD you know."
"Hey! I do not!" Alfred protested, he was ticked off. He had no idea what the driver was talking about, but he was pretty sure that there was nothing wrong with him.
Well…it didn't matter, because they was doing a good job of fooling the man. They were excused.
"Let's go." He told Alfred. Alfred hesitantly stepped in, unsure of what was going to happen to him. The back of the car turned out to be rather neat; he saw a box (4) tossed in the back of the seat.
Once he got in, the stranger looked back at Alfred before telling him. "I would buckle up your seat belt if I were you." Alfred looked at him in confusion. The other teen grinned, aggressively stamping his feet onto the gas without warning.
"What are we…AAAHHHHHH!" Alfred screamed when he was half way through his words. What the hell was he thinking? The driver raced through the streets, seeming to have not notice the protesting and honks from the other cars.
"WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!" He cheered. Alfred gagged. I think I'm going to be sick…
Much to Alfred's relieve, as they drove deeper into the streets, they began to slow down. They began to talk.
"You're on your way to the summit meeting… aren't you?" The question sounded casual.
"Yes…"
The other one smiled. "So am I."
Alfred wasn't sure how to respond, so he tried a simple question. "Who are you?"
In the sunlight, Alfred took a good look at the mysterious teen who took him. He was wearing a simple blue hooded jacket adorned over a red vest. The teen had skinny blue pants made from a type of fabric Alfred wasn't familiar with along with red and white shoes.
The stranger stared at him in shock. A small frown formed at his thin lips.
"You…you don't know me" His voice cracked.
Alfred stared back. "No…" Have they met? "Should I?"
"So you don't know me. Okay." A small sigh escaped from the stranger. "Do you know who you are?"
That was an easy question. "I'm Alfred."
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This only made Alfred confused. Was there more he wanted to say? The other teen told him that he was going to the summit meeting too!
Go ask him about it, a small voice nudged him.
No I won't! I don't need help! He argued with the voice.
You're going to look like a fool if you don't ask.
Alfred blinked back. That's what Art- England would say.
But you need to know!
I don't even know where I am! Or who this person is!
The other side told him gently. That only give you more the reason.
Why am I even arguing with you? Silence. Hey! Answer back! Nothing.
Alfred gave mentally groaned before the driver interrupted his thoughts. "You know…I didn't think I would see you here like that…"
The teen's voice was soft and dreamy as if his mind wasn't completely there at the present.
He turned around. Alfred saw that some of the boy's baby blond locks fell down in front of the glasses. The boy gave a good long look at Alfred. They were at the red light.
"Dad…" His voice was dry and husky. "What have you gotten yourself into?" Alfred's eyes widen at the words.
The American teen stared back the other blond. "D…dad?" He repeated the words in bewilderment. He shook his head at the teen driver.
"What do you think you're doing? Calling me dad…" He tried to shake it off. "I'm too young be anyone's father."
"But you said your name was Alfred." He stated. "Alfred F. Jones. The United States of America."
"How…"
"Look at me." The blond used his hands to grab the boy by the collar. "Look at me!" His face was wild. "Do you recognize me?" The question popped up again.
Alfred saw the bright blue eyes hidden behind the sunglasses. His eyes. My eyes. Alfred thought. No! It couldn't be!
"You!" America wouldn't stop. "I know you! But it can't be!"
"It is…" Was this really him?
Alfred's voice came out weak. "New York?"
New York smiled at his name. "Yes Dad…it's me…"
Author's Notes:
Nine days (1) - Back in the revolution days, the roads were so bad that it would take nine days to get from Virginia to New York, or something like that.
Knees (2) - This may not sound like a lot, but the people of the 20th century made a big deal out of it when their generation started to wear their skirts up to their knees.
Money (3) - Just to tell you guys, at Alfred's time, there was no official money system. Each state had its own money system; there was no Bank of the United States.
Box (4) - camera
Sorry for such a long entry.
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You really surprised me with this fill, anon! The first chapter was a bit cheesy with the angst and the second tugged a bit on my heartstrings BUT THEN THIS CHAPTER CAME ALONG. And it's made of awesome. I had to de-lurk for this.
akljghafd i-it's just - young!America is confused and a little intimated by this new place! But that's okay because the gadgets are interesting and proceeds to fanboy over them! He has to walk around in his uniform because modern!America is some kind of humanoid tank! Little old ladies help him instead of the other way around! My word, the women are actually showing their ankles! AND THEN SUDDENLY NEW YORK (IN WHAT I CAN ONLY ASSUME IS A CAB) OH GOD ILU ♥♥♥
Also, young!America's way of speaking is absolutely freaking adorable. Did you study books and movies set in the 18th century before writing his dialogue or did you just wing it?
I'm looking forward to young!America meeting the rest of the modern world (and possibly the other state-tans)! And also seeing modern!America dealing with the revolution again, the poor sod. And how these incidents will affect the Hetalia world's timeline. Keep it up, anon! XDb
Sorry I didn't say much about the Joker romance but THAT IS NOT WHAT THIS CHAPTER IS ABOUT. It's about young!America being adorkable, so I'll save my sort of review of that for the next chapter. :D
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-looks at the line:-
And how these incidents will affect the Hetalia world's timeline.
-_-;;
Just to warn you, the ending of this may come into a shock for you. It may end up as something you may not expect. So please don't be surprised if it doesn't wind up as what you thought of it as. I'm scared of flames! TT_TT
I'm so glad summer has come. I think I have seen 1 or 2 time traveling stories, but many of the authors have abandoned their fics :(. I'll probably keep typing this one. The next chapter is already set. I actually started this story somewhere in December, so I already have a few future chapters already typed up.
I was almost planning to abandon posting these chapters on livejournal because no one responded to them TT_TT. You know, I don't care if I only get 2 or 3 posts on this, I just want to see your reactions to the events and plots. I write not only for my own pleasure, but to watch my audience's reactions to the story as well. How they feel, and what goes through their mind when they read my works. Thanks for deciding to stick to my story for awhile. Sorry for such a long comment. I write a lot when I want to. You have no idea how grateful I am of seeing your lovely comment on this site.
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