[Author's note: Please bare with me as I'm using wordpad to write this at the moment. Anyway it's going to be rather slow but I hope you guys like it!]
A young man with dark blond hair and bright, blue eyes stood grinning in front of the wooden docks while keeping an eye out for his guests that were meant to arrive off of their ships. However he was also informed that the other three guests of his would arrive about a week later. Which was fine, Alfred thought to himself, after all it was to be expected due to the fact that Europe was a long ways away from North America. Still he had made sure to prepare his home for all five of the arrivals. Of course that was saying something when a person considered the fact that he was a teenage boy that lived practically by himself. Sure sometimes England dropped by and had helped him clean. But the English woman's visits were often far and in between. And now that he had declared his independence from England he figured he may as well start getting his act together. His men had already begun welcoming the French by putting on a massive and impressive show so now it was America's turn to do the same. Still he found it hard to find a good pair of clothes. As such he was left with wearing his regular, blue uniform. The boots themselves that he was wearing were actually given to him by another soldier and felt rather uncomfortable. Of course that was understandable considering that his feet were still sore and bandaged from his often shoeless treks through the snow in the wilderness.
However it wasn't very long before the first of his guests walked off of her ship and strode down the docks with an arrogant swagger. She had long, silvery hair that reached down to the middle of her back as well as red eyes. The peculiar looking woman had a scar that stretched up her cheek. It had taken Alfred a little while to recognize her as she walked towards him, but after remembering the details given to him by Von Steuben and the letters he had received, America figured that the woman was the Kingdom of Prussia. As she finally stood in front of him the female nation gave him a calculating look that had caused him to shift a little uncomfortably. However it wasn't long before she began to give him a large grin that had made her look as though she was satisfied with something about him. "Well don't you look like you've been through hell and back." She stated in a heavy, German accent. Almost immediately after making her observation the woman extended her hand towards him. "My name is Julia Beilschmidt, and I am guessing that you are America?"
Blinking at the suddenness of her greeting before returning her grin with one of his own. Reaching out, he shook her hand in return. "That's right! I'm Alfred F. Jones! Pleased to meet you Miss Prussia!" America said his words in a rather enthusiastic tone as well in order to match the woman's own. Of course this just causes her smile to widen and to pull him into a tight arm lock, causing him to cough a little. Despite the woman's small size she sure had quite a bit of strength. "Well don't worry! I'm sure you've heard a bunch of awesome things about me from Old man Ben and Steuben!"
Keeping his smile as he started gasp a bit for some air. "Y-yeah, he didn't really say awesome though." In fact the exact words that the man had used to describe her had been strange and interesting. And at the moment Alfred himself could see why. With how she was dressed in that ridiculously short skirt that showed off her long legs, along with her current attitude. One could probably mistake her for a very un-lady like woman. Or at least that was what she had seemed to be like to him anyway. However before he could continue his thoughts on the matter, or listen to the woman ask him what exactly was being used as a description, a haughty giggle could be heard.
"My, my you shouldn't handle the boy like that dear Prussia. Especially seeing as he hasn't seemed to have bathed for a while now." The voice was obviously French in origin, prompting Alfred to wiggle himself free from the Prussian and to take a look at the two woman that had just arrived on the scene.
"Oh c'mon France! I couldn't help myself he is just so adorable! Besides you know I have a thing for soldiers~! Especially young, handsome ones." Prussia had said to her friend while pulling Alfred into a hug. However the young nation had switched his entire attention towards the two women now. It had taken every fiber of his being to not rush forward and outright hug them. As such he allowed himself to be hugged by the Prussian woman, ignoring what it was she had said about him. Instead he enthusiastically greeted them. "Aunt France! Miss Spain! It's great to see you two again!"
Another giggle could be heard from the French woman while she flipped a hand fan that she was carrying open and began to lightly wave it at herself. "Come now Alfred, you are your own nation now. You can stop calling me Aunt, although I would prefer it if you were to address me as Madame Françoise." She had certainly been the one that had stood out the most from the group. Her hair had been put into a rather beautiful and ornamental braid with both of her bangs pushed out of the way so that her lovely face could be seen without an obstructions. Her own dress had looked like it was crafted out of some of the finest materials that a person could buy, a small glimpse into how the French nobles lived day by day. Still France was still France and she showed it by hiding a portion of her face behind her paper fan and started to give Alfred a seductive look.
"Um, alright...Madame Françoise." He said it in an unsure tone of voice. It wasn't that America was not uncomfortable with using her name, more that he was just so used to calling her Aunt, or Auntie, France.
Finally though the third woman had decided to speak up above the rest. "Oh come now France, I thought you were here to sign an alliance and help the niño. Not flirt with him." The tone of voice was clearly Spanish and had sounded slightly amused at the moment. Turning his attention towards the third woman, Alfred took in the sight. Spain was wearing slightly tomboyish clothing and a skirt that was sentence to Prussia's, if a bit longer. However it still had made of show of her tanned legs. Just as equally her clothes themselves had seemed to be very form fitting and showing off her generous bust, despite being fully clothed, but was still not as flashy as either Spain's or Prussia's.
Continuing on after her sentence, the Spanish woman gave America a small smile. "Besides I would like to talk more about our payment for helping before we get into any negotiations." That one statement had gotten the other two woman nations to grin and form up around Spain, in Prussia's case it was letting go of Alfred and sauntering over to the other two.
Speaking of the albino woman her smile seemed to be a bit more lecherous than the others, a smile that made America feel even more uncomfortable than he currently felt in his leather shoes. "Oh, right. Of course we can! But first how about we get you three settled in? I've already got a carriage waiting for us to take us to where we will be staying for the next few weeks." This seemed to have satisfied the trio and France closed her fan while giving him an approving smile. "So you already have everything planned and set up for us? My, you truly are becoming a man. It is a shame that that retched English woman doesn't seem to notice that fact." Her words were slightly endearing and she had even given a small sigh at the end. It wasn't long before Prussia had decided to speak up once more either. "Well then soldier-boy, how about you lead us to that carriage you promised so that we can get this show on the road?" However unlike the French woman's words, the German's had put him more on guard. Of course that could have been more as a result of the fact that she had been licking her lips after making her statement than her actual sentence itself.
Giving a shaky nod of his head in understanding before giving them a motion to follow him. "Sure!" America said, "It's just outside the docks. The ride shouldn't take to long either and after we get you all unpacked we can start talks." He guessed, it really depended on what they wanted for payment in truth. And the way they were acting was making the American feel as though they were plotting something that he may or may not enjoy.
Re: Part 1C/?
anonymous
August 1 2011, 14:46:12 UTC
ow, I totally need this in my life. I can't wait to see where you go with this! P.S. If you do end up doing watersports could you warn for it beforehand?
A young man with dark blond hair and bright, blue eyes stood grinning in front of the wooden docks while keeping an eye out for his guests that were meant to arrive off of their ships. However he was also informed that the other three guests of his would arrive about a week later. Which was fine, Alfred thought to himself, after all it was to be expected due to the fact that Europe was a long ways away from North America. Still he had made sure to prepare his home for all five of the arrivals. Of course that was saying something when a person considered the fact that he was a teenage boy that lived practically by himself. Sure sometimes England dropped by and had helped him clean. But the English woman's visits were often far and in between. And now that he had declared his independence from England he figured he may as well start getting his act together. His men had already begun welcoming the French by putting on a massive and impressive show so now it was America's turn to do the same. Still he found it hard to find a good pair of clothes. As such he was left with wearing his regular, blue uniform. The boots themselves that he was wearing were actually given to him by another soldier and felt rather uncomfortable. Of course that was understandable considering that his feet were still sore and bandaged from his often shoeless treks through the snow in the wilderness.
However it wasn't very long before the first of his guests walked off of her ship and strode down the docks with an arrogant swagger. She had long, silvery hair that reached down to the middle of her back as well as red eyes. The peculiar looking woman had a scar that stretched up her cheek. It had taken Alfred a little while to recognize her as she walked towards him, but after remembering the details given to him by Von Steuben and the letters he had received, America figured that the woman was the Kingdom of Prussia. As she finally stood in front of him the female nation gave him a calculating look that had caused him to shift a little uncomfortably. However it wasn't long before she began to give him a large grin that had made her look as though she was satisfied with something about him. "Well don't you look like you've been through hell and back." She stated in a heavy, German accent. Almost immediately after making her observation the woman extended her hand towards him. "My name is Julia Beilschmidt, and I am guessing that you are America?"
Blinking at the suddenness of her greeting before returning her grin with one of his own. Reaching out, he shook her hand in return. "That's right! I'm Alfred F. Jones! Pleased to meet you Miss Prussia!" America said his words in a rather enthusiastic tone as well in order to match the woman's own. Of course this just causes her smile to widen and to pull him into a tight arm lock, causing him to cough a little. Despite the woman's small size she sure had quite a bit of strength. "Well don't worry! I'm sure you've heard a bunch of awesome things about me from Old man Ben and Steuben!"
Keeping his smile as he started gasp a bit for some air. "Y-yeah, he didn't really say awesome though." In fact the exact words that the man had used to describe her had been strange and interesting. And at the moment Alfred himself could see why. With how she was dressed in that ridiculously short skirt that showed off her long legs, along with her current attitude. One could probably mistake her for a very un-lady like woman. Or at least that was what she had seemed to be like to him anyway. However before he could continue his thoughts on the matter, or listen to the woman ask him what exactly was being used as a description, a haughty giggle could be heard.
"My, my you shouldn't handle the boy like that dear Prussia. Especially seeing as he hasn't seemed to have bathed for a while now." The voice was obviously French in origin, prompting Alfred to wiggle himself free from the Prussian and to take a look at the two woman that had just arrived on the scene.
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Another giggle could be heard from the French woman while she flipped a hand fan that she was carrying open and began to lightly wave it at herself. "Come now Alfred, you are your own nation now. You can stop calling me Aunt, although I would prefer it if you were to address me as Madame Françoise." She had certainly been the one that had stood out the most from the group. Her hair had been put into a rather beautiful and ornamental braid with both of her bangs pushed out of the way so that her lovely face could be seen without an obstructions. Her own dress had looked like it was crafted out of some of the finest materials that a person could buy, a small glimpse into how the French nobles lived day by day. Still France was still France and she showed it by hiding a portion of her face behind her paper fan and started to give Alfred a seductive look.
"Um, alright...Madame Françoise." He said it in an unsure tone of voice. It wasn't that America was not uncomfortable with using her name, more that he was just so used to calling her Aunt, or Auntie, France.
Finally though the third woman had decided to speak up above the rest. "Oh come now France, I thought you were here to sign an alliance and help the niño. Not flirt with him." The tone of voice was clearly Spanish and had sounded slightly amused at the moment. Turning his attention towards the third woman, Alfred took in the sight. Spain was wearing slightly tomboyish clothing and a skirt that was sentence to Prussia's, if a bit longer. However it still had made of show of her tanned legs. Just as equally her clothes themselves had seemed to be very form fitting and showing off her generous bust, despite being fully clothed, but was still not as flashy as either Spain's or Prussia's.
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Speaking of the albino woman her smile seemed to be a bit more lecherous than the others, a smile that made America feel even more uncomfortable than he currently felt in his leather shoes. "Oh, right. Of course we can! But first how about we get you three settled in? I've already got a carriage waiting for us to take us to where we will be staying for the next few weeks." This seemed to have satisfied the trio and France closed her fan while giving him an approving smile. "So you already have everything planned and set up for us? My, you truly are becoming a man. It is a shame that that retched English woman doesn't seem to notice that fact." Her words were slightly endearing and she had even given a small sigh at the end. It wasn't long before Prussia had decided to speak up once more either. "Well then soldier-boy, how about you lead us to that carriage you promised so that we can get this show on the road?" However unlike the French woman's words, the German's had put him more on guard. Of course that could have been more as a result of the fact that she had been licking her lips after making her statement than her actual sentence itself.
Giving a shaky nod of his head in understanding before giving them a motion to follow him. "Sure!" America said, "It's just outside the docks. The ride shouldn't take to long either and after we get you all unpacked we can start talks." He guessed, it really depended on what they wanted for payment in truth. And the way they were acting was making the American feel as though they were plotting something that he may or may not enjoy.
[Anon should have the second part up here soon.]
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*nosebleeds*
I LOVE YOU ANON!
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I can't wait to see where you go with this!
P.S. If you do end up doing watersports could you warn for it beforehand?
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