[part 10] Gauken! UKUS US wears a dog collar and becomes UK’s colony again part 2
anonymous
February 20 2012, 22:45:12 UTC
“Thank you for saving me. Is there anything I can do to repay you?” Seychelles asked, very grateful for being rescued from the very, very scary Englishman.
“Don’t let any of them take you, and do your best! Besides I’m a hero, rescuing people is what I do.” Alfred cheerfully answered, giving her a brilliant smile that made her blush “Welcome to World Academy, I hope you enjoy your stay.”
Seychelles barely made it in the door before the bell rang in the Africa classroom. The teacher smiled cheerfully at her and asked for her to introduce herself. After the class introduced themselves (many of them ‘English territory’) Seychelles raised her hand and asked (she’d previously been mocked for her flag and the fact that she’d chosen a tasty fish as her symbol) “By ‘English territory’ do you mean that you are his colonies?”
The teacher answered “Yes it does young lady. Why do you ask?”
“Well… I almost became one of England’s territories but was rescued by someone named The United States of America… He said that he would willingly become England’s colony again if England let ‘the others’ go. England countered saying that he’d offer the others a chance to be let go, but wouldn’t force anyone to leave him if they still wished to be one of his colonies. America agreed. I-I think I’m missing something here and England seemed to be very happy with getting America… Does anyone know how they know one another? England is so mean and grabby and America is so… So cute and friendly it confuses me how those two could know one another, but I think they do know one another.”
Spontaneous cheers, laughter and dancing started to happen. No longer would they have to put up with that pushy, terrifying (and terrifyingly strong), terrible cooking Englishman. Then the fullness of what the new girl with the silly flag had said sank in. “Oh my god he’s going to be able to rule the world now… And there isn’t a thing we can do to stop it…” several of her classmates murmured in horror.
“That is something he would do… To save us…” Another added.
“B-but he rebelled against England didn’t he… And you know how he treats dissenters...” One of the more timid classmates responded.
“We are free, and America… You know what he’s like and England probably doesn’t want to get punched in the face, colony or no America isn’t going to let himself be England’s doormat.” One of her bolder classmates reminded the others.
“Yes but… New girl, were there any rules that England forced on America before he submitted?”
“he said a incentive to behave was that every third time America disobeyed, he would retake a colony.” Seychelles answered, wondering what kind of crazy mess she had gotten herself into. “And why are you guys panicking so much about England having America as a colony? I mean sure England is terrifying, but he’s just one nation.”
“… Do you know what rules he forced on America before he submitted?”
“he said a incentive to behave was that every third time America disobeyed, he would retake a colony.” Seychelles answered, wondering what kind of crazy mess she had gotten herself into. “And why are you guys panicking so much about England having America as a colony? I mean sure England is terrifying, but he’s just one nation.”
“… Do you have any idea how powerful he is? Even without all (or most) of us colonies, with America at his side? He is going to be nearly unstoppable… Not that he wasn’t before… I hope America gentles him.” Several classmates answered quite terrified.
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It was her third, and next to last class for the day when she and her classmates had a class (specifically chemistry) with nations of another continent. Specifically the continent of North America. They were highly agitated about something, which the teacher almost asked before Seychelles fair-haired rescuer came scrambling in the door as the bell rang for class. “Sorry teach, I-I got caught up in something.” A tell-tale flash of a familiar brown collar had the Americas thrown further into a tizzy.
A caramel colored, long black-brown haired grey-eyed teen marched right up to the United States, her eyes blazing with emotions “Alfred, I told you that that hero complex of yours would get you into trouble! Now which one of those cabrons have claimed you. And why did you let them?”
[part 10] Gauken! UKUS US wears a dog collar and becomes UK’s colony again part 3
anonymous
February 20 2012, 22:47:50 UTC
“Alejandra it-it’s England. The others will be let go, if they want to be. He said he would. I-I just couldn’t take what he was doing any more.” America answered softly.
‘Alejandra’ as she had been named stated to shake, vividly reminded at how that Empire had tormented her and her (as a certain Italian put it) chigi of a former suzerain state. “S-surely there w-was another way other tha-than to submit to him, hermanito.”
“And let him continue doing this? No, not really he would have caught her within the day. You know that Mexi, we’ve tried to shield our younger siblings from him and failed, remember?” America responded “And he isn’t some horrible monster… Just grumpy, shouting, a bad cook, and prickly but he does have his sweet moments too.”
-=-=
After class, America moved quickly to England’s office knowing that the other would probably want him to do something, and as a colony he’d had to show up at the student council class president’s office to report in, whether or not the elder nation had anything for him to do. The teen was running a little ‘late’ for when Arthur (at least when he’d been a colony before) wanted his colonies to appear. Alfred had been waylaid by his friend Japan who had wanted to know why he wasn’t going to the Asian’s unofficial club. America had told the other that he would find out soon, and that he was going to get into a lot of trouble if he didn’t get moving. Kiku had let him go, an unreadable expression in place.
England’s soon-to-be free other colonies were already there, and Arthur was taking off the collars on his colonies, just as the island nation had promised. However a few still had their collars, and when the Englishman asked them something, they merely shook their heads and smiled. After the nations who wanted to be free, there were a handful of colonies left. Canada, Australia, Hong Kong, and New Zealand were willingly staying with Arthur. America took in a deep, steadying breath, and walked in. “G-good afternoon m-master. P-please forgive me for being late.” Alfred greeted with a bow. He knew (or at least he hoped he did) what Arthur expected from his colonies.
England smiled at America, and beckoned his new colony over with a twitch of one hand. The other four went stiff in shock and Canada stammered “A-Al? W-what is going on?”
“I offered England a deal, I would be his colony if he offered to let all of his others go, and not to go after any potential new nations. He accepted.” America answered with a small, strained smile.
Hong Kong made a decision, as did New Zealand and they spoke at the same time “I want to be free.” Part of the reason why they had stayed was because they’d been very confused as to why the Empire was letting them go, and since someone else had sacrificed himself, America no less, they were going to damn well take that chance.
“As you wish.” England responded with no bitterness and took off their collars. The two newly freed nations left and England looked over at Canada and Australia, raising an eyebrow at them. Canada asked “May… May I see if I like independence and if I do not, may I rejoin?”
“Of course, that goes the same for any of my… Former colonies.” England responded cheerfully. Canada and Australia asked for a trial period of freedom to see if they would like it and the two left.
America was slightly nervous now that he was the only other person left in the room was his new master. England questioned, voice light and unreadable “Why were you late America?”
“I was waylaid by Japan. He wanted to know if I was going to go to his club meeting today. I told him I had to do something and couldn’t go or I would be in trouble.” America answered honestly.
“You didn’t tell him that you were a colony and thus no longer free for such things?” England queried, sauntering closer to his colony.
“I wasn’t sure how you wanted that information to be handled, so I dodged the question in order to ask you later master.” America replied demurely looking down at his feet, hoping that a combination of the truth and servility would convince the elder of his assertions.
“You are very… Servile for one who was a free nation this morning. Particularly as you won independence from me. I wonder why you are so docile now?” England prodded, genuinely curious.
[part 10] Gauken! UKUS US wears a dog collar and becomes UK’s colony again part 4
anonymous
February 20 2012, 22:59:01 UTC
“I intend to keep my end of the bargain, particularly as you have fulfilled yours master.” America answered.
“Very well then. I have some tasks for you. Here’s the list, I expect you to get this done by the end of the afternoon.” Arthur ordered, and then turned to start working on one of his presidential duties.
The list had eight or nine things on it, nothing too bad but it was going to take a while. He was a hero and could do thi-He had to clean what with what? … It was at the end of the list and he was going to clarify that order when he got to it. After finishing the other seven tasks (ranging from cleaning England’s kitchen thoroughly, to filing paperwork) Alfred tentatively approached his ‘master’. He’d heard the other yelling and cursing at someone, and hearing an amused French accent sighed at the fact that France was once again, harassing England and Arthur always was in a foul mood for a while after dealing with Francis.
“Oh mon ami, I have heard the most unusual rumor. You let go of all of your colonies for Amerique! You must tell me if zis is true. If so, however did you get him to submit to you? A moment of weakness from ze gorgeous lapin was eagerly anticipated by many of us Europeans in order to snatch him up.” France purred at the younger European.
“Bugger off, wanker. I’m not telling you anything. Shoo, I am in no mood to deal with you.” England growled up at Francis, close to shoving the vice president away from him.
Alfred hid until He saw Francis leave Arthur’s study and shuffled over to the older teen. “Umm… Master what exactly does ‘dust the book shelves completely without using a ladder or step-stool, using the proper tools and clothes’ mean?”
“You finished the other tasks already? Hmm, somehow that doesn’t surprise me.” England answered then looked Alfred up and down speculatively. After a moment Arthur moved to his closet and pulled out two things. One was a feather duster, the other was… Was… Oh god no please England had to be messing with him. “Go on Alfred change into this in the adjoining restroom. Unless you wish to resist or disobey this order.”
America hesitated for a moment and took the items from his suzerain state. The maid outfit was actually quite comfortable, if a bit short for the American. It was a navy blue ruffled dress with a white apron and lace trim. It had a headpiece that was white and went on like a headband. He put all of the items on (very carefully making sure Nantucket was not being restrained, this was humiliating enough without having… that touched as well). There was a knock on the door and England said “I forgot you must wear these as well.” It was a pair of thigh high stockings and gloves that matched the white of his dress. Pointedly, Alfred had not been given shoes, either heels or flats but the American did not care and merely prayed this was the worst that would happen.
Alfred dusted the bookshelves with the feather duster in the maid outfit he’d been provided. However he quickly ran into a problem. America could not reach the top shelf, even on the tips of his toes, arm fully extended. Grumbling inwardly, the new British colony closed his eyes and concentrated. As soon as his dark brown wings were out fully, Alfred fluttered to the top shelves and finished dusting the top shelves first, then landed and cleaned the lower shelves after closing said appendages.
“Any other abilities, America?” England suddenly asked, startling the younger nation.
“W-what do you mean by that Eng-master?” America asked, disconcerted as he’d forgotten the elder was in the room.
“You have wings. Any other unusual or mystical abilities?” England elucidated. At the blank stare, Arthur sighed internally. Perhaps the younger nation did not have any other mystical abilities, or two more likely scenarios were that, one Alfred didn’t recognize whatever magical abilities he did have or two he had not cause to use his magical abilities before. Sighing, the student council president went back to his paperwork.
Alfred fidgeted a little, then asked after a moment “Do you have anything else for me to do master?”
“No I do not. I wish you to stay however and in those clothes for now.” England answered.
Re: [part 10] Gauken! UKUS US wears a dog collar and becomes UK’s colony again part 4
anonymous
February 21 2012, 20:36:21 UTC
There is a Hetalia Gauken game (parts of it are on youtube) where they are the countries they represnt, they are just going to school because they are forced to. England in the game is the student body president and France is the student VP.
Re: [part 10] Gauken! UKUS US wears a dog collar and becomes UK’s colony again part 4
anonymous
February 21 2012, 20:38:57 UTC
A!A (The previous reply was also me but I forgot to say)
About the wings comment One Arthur/England never asked if he had wings and two America/Alfred never thought that he was supposed to tell England about his wings.
Re: [part 10] Gauken! UKUS US wears a dog collar and becomes UK’s colony again part 4
anonymous
February 23 2012, 09:13:41 UTC
While I would have very much appreciated a heads-up about the wings before I stumbled across them in this part, I am enjoying the rest of your fill quite a bit (and how did you know America in a maid outfit is a kink of mine? Unf).
[part 10] Gauken! UKUS US wears a dog collar and becomes UK’s colony again part 5
anonymous
February 24 2012, 06:43:41 UTC
Unhappy that he had to remain in the ridiculous outfit but happy that he could finally start on the homework he hadn’t finished in class, the American finished the remainder of his work in about an hour and a half (the teachers loved to pour on lots of homework during the beginning of each week… and the end of each week). England was finally, finally done with all of his work (including homework) and got up to leave when he caught sight of Alfred, in that cute maid outfit and remembered about his rather bored looking colony. “Alfred you may change now if you wish. We’re going somewhere, regardless.”
America moved quickly to the bathroom and swiftly changed, exceedingly grateful that he was going to get out of those clothes. After he finished getting dressed (including putting on his backpack) Alfred moved near England and looked at the other expectantly, wondering where they were going. The empire wordlessly ordered the colony to follow him and the duo moved through the silent, empty halls.
They entered England’s dorm (a large space, with multiple rooms to house his colonies, it was school policy for colonies to live near their suzerain states during their time at World Academy, as well as a well-stocked, fair sized kitchen). Arthur stated “You have two hours to get all of your things from your former room into your new one. Your new room will be directly across from mine. After you are settled, start cleaning the rooms completely and thoroughly, starting at the ones nearest the door to the main hall. All materials you require will be in the closets in the first, third and seventh rooms from the dining room. The outfit you will be wearing that you must not soil will be laid out on your bed. If you do get it dirty, you will be punished and made to clean it. If you do not wear the outfit, that act will be considered an act of disobedience. Dinner will be served at eight and I will cook tonight’s meal. You will clean the dishes and prepare for breakfast (I leave what breakfast will be to you however remember I hate the very smell of coffee). Any questions America?”
“No master.” Alfred answered quietly.
It didn’t take the American long to get all of his stuff over. It was mostly clothes and study material, but he did have a few books-for-fun. Usually Alfred just checked out a random book in the library if he wanted to read something, and what re really liked to do in his spare time was try to invent something or make some gadget run better, faster, more efficient etc… All told the move took about (Alfred checked his watch) forty-five minutes when the American’s path was blocked by Japan.
“Amerika-san I have heard some rather… Worrisome rumors about you and England and I was wondering if you could ‘clear the air’ so to speak about these… Stories.” Japan asked quietly.
“I-sure what have you heard?” America queried, mentally speculating on what the older nation was about to ask him.
“Are you Igirisu-san’s colony, and is that the reason why he let the others go?” Japan asked bluntly.
“Yes I am his colony once more. I offered a proposal with him and he accepted it. If you do not mind, I would like to get this stuff out of my hands.” Alfred replied truthfully.
“… I see, where are you going with your things?” Kiku questioned.
“It is regulation that a colony must live with their Empire in this school Japan. I am moving my things to the room he assigned me.”
“Best of luck Amerika, and remember, colony or not, I still consider you a friend.”
“Thanks Japan.”
-=-=
It took hours to clean up all of the rooms to the picky Englishman’s standards, and wore out the American the latter of who wondered what was going to be for dinner. If England made stew, then Alfred was in luck. Arthur’s stew (though perhaps not the most flavorful) was fairly good and the rolls that accompanied it was only mildly burned. It was the same if the island country made curry and naan bread. Most other things though… Tasted like crap, though Alfred wasn’t sure why most of the other nations acted as if they were dying when eating Arthur’s food. Honestly, England didn’t poison the food it was just… Unpalatable.
[part 10] Gauken! UKUS US wears a dog collar and becomes UK’s colony again part 6
anonymous
February 24 2012, 07:03:50 UTC
The outfit that England had left him was another maid outfit, this one was shorter it barely covered his knees and was black and silver rather than navy and white and mid-calf length. Of the two he actually preferred the longer dress. He liked the main color better, but the length of this new dress was easier to move around in. the gloves he’d been given to accompany the black and silver were elbow length, ebony colored gloves. Alfred wondered if England had developed a maid cosplay fetish, or was trying to get him to go against the older nation. America checked the rooms, happy that he had managed to keep the ‘uniform’ clean (though it hadn’t been easy).
England had announced that dinner was ready as America was rechecking the last few rooms. As much as Alfred wanted to rush through checking the last couple of rooms in order to sit and eat, the American knew that England would not be pleased (or at least he wouldn’t have been the last time he was a colony) if he’d hurried and missed something. Ten minutes after the announcement, America came into the dining room, and asked “May I change, or do you want me to stay in these clothes?”
England regarded his colony for a moment, and decided “You will stay in those clothes. After all you have to clean the dishes after dinner and would have to change back in to that uniform as you clean.”
America nodded once in acknowledgement and sat to eat. Alfred almost picked up his fork to start eating after filling it when he paused, watching England who was observing him. The American waited quietly, looking at Arthur until the latter ate a couple mouthfuls of the food. Dinner was a salad and some sort of burned thing that looked that it might have been some sort of pot roast. It wasn’t too horribly overdone, and it was filling, something that the ravenous America was highly interested in.
After a few minutes, Alfred quietly asked (the utter silence was disconcerting to the cheerful noise in the New World, as it had been labeled, dining room) a few questions and got short answers back. Alfred gave up on trying socializing and finished his meal. England left after he ate and stated “Once you are done cleaning and putting things away in the kitchen (as well as preparing for breakfast tomorrow) come to my study.”
The cleaning and prepping took another hour and a half (he planned on making pancakes or ‘shroves’ as England called them, with orange juice, England had several oranges so Alfred had made some fresh, and sausages with toast). Most of that time was spent cleaning up the mess and smoke stains on the stove. After he was finished, America was exhausted. Not only did he have a long school day, he’d been cleaning (which took a surprising amount of energy) for most of the afternoon and evening and would have happily went to his bed and slept until his alarm clock woke him but he knew that England would Not Appreciate That At All, so Alfred walked to England’s study and quietly knocked on the door.
After waiting ten minutes without a response, America tentatively opened the door and found England sleeping at his desk, more paperwork related to either Student President duties or national responsibilities Alfred did not look to see. Instead he carefully picked up his ruler and soundlessly moved the elder to the Empire’s bedroom and carefully tucked in the island nation. Arthur hadn’t changed much when it came to work, Alfred noted. When he’d been a tiny colony and it was near bedtime, he’d often find England hunched over the desk he used when he came over to America’s lands, asleep. Back then (though he had the strength) he could not get the older nation into bed without waking the older nation up, so he would bring the other a couple of blankets and a pillow for the pirate’s head. Alfred had placed the pillow beneath England’s head, carefully wrap the other and himself up in the blankets he’d grabbed and snuggle into Arthur’s warmth and scent.
Re: [part 10] Gauken! UKUS US wears a dog collar and becomes UK’s colony again part 6
anonymous
February 27 2012, 19:01:21 UTC
Not OP! But, this has been a very interesting fill. I really like it. Arthur is being kind of a douche, but may can knock some chinks in that plate mail of a shell of his? Alfred is so sweet. I'm kind of surprised that he stayed after he put Arthur into bed, though. At least that soon, and after the stuff he's been made to do.
[part 10] Gauken! UKUS US wears a dog collar and becomes UK’s colony again part 7
anonymous
March 4 2012, 07:42:40 UTC
Oh how he’d missed the elder in those interminable times between the brief flashes of time spent with his former father/older brother. Alfred had truly loved Arthur, and he still did… Just a very different love than the familial love he’d held for England when he’d been a colony for the first time. A few things hadn’t changed though, he still wanted England happy (as well as Arthur’s attention), and he still wanted to take care of the older nation when he needed it (whether or not the prickly island admitted it or not).
Alfred had almost left the room, when he heard a sleepy but cognitive sound from the older nation, so he paused to listen. England sat up and rubbed his eyes, still mostly asleep “Am’rca, how did I g-get in my room?” he asked with a hand-covered yawn. Alfred fought the urge to yawn back an answered gently “You fell asleep at your desk, Arthur, go back to sleep, you need your rest.” England thought about it for a moment “Only if you sleep with me.” America paused for a moment, before relenting with a smile “If that’s what you want Arthur.”
The elder nation smiled, not a smug smirk, or a sarcastic twist, but the happy, honest smile Alfred had seen in his childhood that he’d seen when America had amused or cheered up the island country. Alfred found himself nestled next to the content Englishman and curled his slightly larger frame around him. Sighing happily the younger nation buried his face in the isle’s neck and drifted off.
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Arthur woke up feeling very warm. Not uncomfortably so, but more than normal. It was actually quite nice and England felt uncharacteristically lazy. Deciding on opening his eyes to see what or who was making him feel so warm, he was treated to the sight of tanned skin, as well as black and silver cloth. The scent was familiar as well. “America, why are you in my bed?” The last thing he remembered was working on some paperwork at his desk, waiting for his colony to come to him after cleaning up dinner. The younger nation was still in one of the cleaning uniforms he had for his colonies.
“When I came into your study I found that you were asleep. I thought that you would rather not be woken up and that you would rather sleep in your bed than at your desk. After I settled you into bed you woke up a little and told me to stay, so I did.” Alfred answered truthfully.
“I see. Thank you for tucking me in.” Arthur answered a small, sincere smile on his face.
Alfred asked “Do you want me to make breakfast? There is an hour and a half before my first class.” He stated, not knowing the Brit’s schedule.
“I would like breakfast soon. I need to complete the paperwork that I had not last night.” England decided, noticing that he had slept in one of his school uniforms. Not that he had expected America to strip him while he slept. The rumpled cleaning uniform, coupled with Alfred’s sleep mussed hair made the younger teen look so-so damned cute. Shaking his head, England got out of bed and asked a touch wryly, knowing the other’s probable reaction “I am going to change into a fresh uniform. Are you going to leave or stay and watch?” he asked teasingly.
The American blushed brightly and scampered out of the room, (and presumably) towards the kitchen, as the Empire had predicted he would. The paperwork was mind numbingly boring an- just what was America cooking? It smelt lovely. Alfred came in four or five minutes later, a plate filled with large, round fluffy shroves, sausages and buttered toast, a glass of orange juice in the other. The colony wordlessly set the breakfast on his desk and left the room.
America returned to the kitchen, cooked and ate his breakfast quickly before cleaning up the things he’d used to make his and his colonizer’s breakfasts. Noting that he had approximately thirty-five to forty minutes before class he knocked quietly on his master’s study room door. “Are you finished eating or would you like some more?” Alfred asked.
[part 10] Gauken! UKUS US wears a dog collar and becomes UK’s colony again part 8
anonymous
March 4 2012, 07:45:05 UTC
“I am finished eating breakfast. You cook well America.” England responded, not looking up from his paperwork stack. He wanted to get finished with all that he had before his classes as he wished to do something more fun this afternoon than do paperwork, like he had been all week... Well month really, and he was curious as to how his recently reacquired colony would react to his suzerain state cutting loose.
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America was having a very strange day. Several countries whom the teen had never met in his life had purposefully given him encouraging, you-can-get-through-this- sort of smiles. Other nations had sought him out to try and see if they could ‘gain territory’ from the new colony. An ass-kicking or two later had put a stop to that. Alfred did not like getting into fights, but that did not mean he was incapable of defending himself. In his classes almost no one spoke to him, but that was normal as the teachers were incredibly strict about that sort of thing but he’d gotten notes from quiet, rule abiding Japan. The notes had mostly been asking after his health and happiness (which was weird… he was completely fine) and that if anything was wrong, if anyone, no matter who it was, was bothering him that if Alfred talked to Kiku about it, the older nation would help him in any manner he could. At lunch, America was about to enter the cafeteria to get lunch when China called out “America, may I speak with you for a moment?”
“Sure. What is it China?” Alfred asked, curious as to the reason why the ancient nation had wanted to talk to him.
“I had made some pork buns for lunch today. I made too many as I am full and still have some left over. Do you want them aru?” Yao offered.
America blinked down at the much older nation in confusion. China’s cooking was nice, and usually cost someone if they wanted some of his cooking “…What do you want for them China?”
“Nothing, I just feel like being generous today. By the way, I have some advice for you. If you meet a Djinn, be very careful if they offer you wishes. They may obey the letter of the wish, not the spirit in which it was intended. I thought you might want to know that. It may come in handy later.” China stated, handing over the box of food to the nonplussed, younger nation in front of him, and wandered off.
/Did I walk through the wrong door of Iggy’s dorm and end up in the twilight zone or something? This day has been so very strange and it is barely half over... Why does this box feel off? Even if it was full to the brim with pork buns I don’t think that it would be this heavy (I think… sometimes super strength is a pain to deal with)./ Alfred was about to open the circular box when a female, long brown haired nation came from the Africa Class, and spoke.
“America? Is that scary guy treating you all right?” She asked. It was Seychelles, the nation he’d rescued from nearly being a colony of England’s.
“Do you mean England? He’s not that scary really. He can be very fussy and cranky, but I’ve never really been afraid of him and you shouldn’t either…He can be very sweet and gentle, I-I know he can.” America answered, wondering why Seychelles seemed rather nervous and worried.
Seychelles paused, realizing she didn’t really know anything about the nation who had almost been her ruler. She had seen him explaining things, and she had seen him in a flash of imperialism, but more than that she had only the reactions of her classmates, and this North American nation to go on for second hand information about the student body president. While her classmates seemed to regard him in varying amounts of fear and respect, Alfred on the other hand, though did have some wariness of the other, appeared to have genuine affection and care of the elder nation. Seychelles did want to help her rescuer, and from what she’d heard about America, he was an energetic, sweet, dorky person who did not deserve the tender mercies of the dour, scary England. “If you say so America. I hope you have a good day.”
“Don’t let any of them take you, and do your best! Besides I’m a hero, rescuing people is what I do.” Alfred cheerfully answered, giving her a brilliant smile that made her blush “Welcome to World Academy, I hope you enjoy your stay.”
Seychelles barely made it in the door before the bell rang in the Africa classroom. The teacher smiled cheerfully at her and asked for her to introduce herself. After the class introduced themselves (many of them ‘English territory’) Seychelles raised her hand and asked (she’d previously been mocked for her flag and the fact that she’d chosen a tasty fish as her symbol) “By ‘English territory’ do you mean that you are his colonies?”
The teacher answered “Yes it does young lady. Why do you ask?”
“Well… I almost became one of England’s territories but was rescued by someone named The United States of America… He said that he would willingly become England’s colony again if England let ‘the others’ go. England countered saying that he’d offer the others a chance to be let go, but wouldn’t force anyone to leave him if they still wished to be one of his colonies. America agreed. I-I think I’m missing something here and England seemed to be very happy with getting America… Does anyone know how they know one another? England is so mean and grabby and America is so… So cute and friendly it confuses me how those two could know one another, but I think they do know one another.”
Spontaneous cheers, laughter and dancing started to happen. No longer would they have to put up with that pushy, terrifying (and terrifyingly strong), terrible cooking Englishman. Then the fullness of what the new girl with the silly flag had said sank in. “Oh my god he’s going to be able to rule the world now… And there isn’t a thing we can do to stop it…” several of her classmates murmured in horror.
“That is something he would do… To save us…” Another added.
“B-but he rebelled against England didn’t he… And you know how he treats dissenters...” One of the more timid classmates responded.
“We are free, and America… You know what he’s like and England probably doesn’t want to get punched in the face, colony or no America isn’t going to let himself be England’s doormat.” One of her bolder classmates reminded the others.
“Yes but… New girl, were there any rules that England forced on America before he submitted?”
“he said a incentive to behave was that every third time America disobeyed, he would retake a colony.” Seychelles answered, wondering what kind of crazy mess she had gotten herself into. “And why are you guys panicking so much about England having America as a colony? I mean sure England is terrifying, but he’s just one nation.”
“… Do you know what rules he forced on America before he submitted?”
“he said a incentive to behave was that every third time America disobeyed, he would retake a colony.” Seychelles answered, wondering what kind of crazy mess she had gotten herself into. “And why are you guys panicking so much about England having America as a colony? I mean sure England is terrifying, but he’s just one nation.”
“… Do you have any idea how powerful he is? Even without all (or most) of us colonies, with America at his side? He is going to be nearly unstoppable… Not that he wasn’t before… I hope America gentles him.” Several classmates answered quite terrified.
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It was her third, and next to last class for the day when she and her classmates had a class (specifically chemistry) with nations of another continent. Specifically the continent of North America. They were highly agitated about something, which the teacher almost asked before Seychelles fair-haired rescuer came scrambling in the door as the bell rang for class. “Sorry teach, I-I got caught up in something.” A tell-tale flash of a familiar brown collar had the Americas thrown further into a tizzy.
A caramel colored, long black-brown haired grey-eyed teen marched right up to the United States, her eyes blazing with emotions “Alfred, I told you that that hero complex of yours would get you into trouble! Now which one of those cabrons have claimed you. And why did you let them?”
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‘Alejandra’ as she had been named stated to shake, vividly reminded at how that Empire had tormented her and her (as a certain Italian put it) chigi of a former suzerain state. “S-surely there w-was another way other tha-than to submit to him, hermanito.”
“And let him continue doing this? No, not really he would have caught her within the day. You know that Mexi, we’ve tried to shield our younger siblings from him and failed, remember?” America responded “And he isn’t some horrible monster… Just grumpy, shouting, a bad cook, and prickly but he does have his sweet moments too.”
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After class, America moved quickly to England’s office knowing that the other would probably want him to do something, and as a colony he’d had to show up at the student council class president’s office to report in, whether or not the elder nation had anything for him to do. The teen was running a little ‘late’ for when Arthur (at least when he’d been a colony before) wanted his colonies to appear. Alfred had been waylaid by his friend Japan who had wanted to know why he wasn’t going to the Asian’s unofficial club. America had told the other that he would find out soon, and that he was going to get into a lot of trouble if he didn’t get moving. Kiku had let him go, an unreadable expression in place.
England’s soon-to-be free other colonies were already there, and Arthur was taking off the collars on his colonies, just as the island nation had promised. However a few still had their collars, and when the Englishman asked them something, they merely shook their heads and smiled. After the nations who wanted to be free, there were a handful of colonies left. Canada, Australia, Hong Kong, and New Zealand were willingly staying with Arthur.
America took in a deep, steadying breath, and walked in. “G-good afternoon m-master. P-please forgive me for being late.” Alfred greeted with a bow. He knew (or at least he hoped he did) what Arthur expected from his colonies.
England smiled at America, and beckoned his new colony over with a twitch of one hand. The other four went stiff in shock and Canada stammered “A-Al? W-what is going on?”
“I offered England a deal, I would be his colony if he offered to let all of his others go, and not to go after any potential new nations. He accepted.” America answered with a small, strained smile.
Hong Kong made a decision, as did New Zealand and they spoke at the same time “I want to be free.” Part of the reason why they had stayed was because they’d been very confused as to why the Empire was letting them go, and since someone else had sacrificed himself, America no less, they were going to damn well take that chance.
“As you wish.” England responded with no bitterness and took off their collars. The two newly freed nations left and England looked over at Canada and Australia, raising an eyebrow at them.
Canada asked “May… May I see if I like independence and if I do not, may I rejoin?”
“Of course, that goes the same for any of my… Former colonies.” England responded cheerfully. Canada and Australia asked for a trial period of freedom to see if they would like it and the two left.
America was slightly nervous now that he was the only other person left in the room was his new master. England questioned, voice light and unreadable “Why were you late America?”
“I was waylaid by Japan. He wanted to know if I was going to go to his club meeting today. I told him I had to do something and couldn’t go or I would be in trouble.” America answered honestly.
“You didn’t tell him that you were a colony and thus no longer free for such things?” England queried, sauntering closer to his colony.
“I wasn’t sure how you wanted that information to be handled, so I dodged the question in order to ask you later master.” America replied demurely looking down at his feet, hoping that a combination of the truth and servility would convince the elder of his assertions.
“You are very… Servile for one who was a free nation this morning. Particularly as you won independence from me. I wonder why you are so docile now?” England prodded, genuinely curious.
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“Very well then. I have some tasks for you. Here’s the list, I expect you to get this done by the end of the afternoon.” Arthur ordered, and then turned to start working on one of his presidential duties.
The list had eight or nine things on it, nothing too bad but it was going to take a while. He was a hero and could do thi-He had to clean what with what? … It was at the end of the list and he was going to clarify that order when he got to it.
After finishing the other seven tasks (ranging from cleaning England’s kitchen thoroughly, to filing paperwork) Alfred tentatively approached his ‘master’. He’d heard the other yelling and cursing at someone, and hearing an amused French accent sighed at the fact that France was once again, harassing England and Arthur always was in a foul mood for a while after dealing with Francis.
“Oh mon ami, I have heard the most unusual rumor. You let go of all of your colonies for Amerique! You must tell me if zis is true. If so, however did you get him to submit to you? A moment of weakness from ze gorgeous lapin was eagerly anticipated by many of us Europeans in order to snatch him up.” France purred at the younger European.
“Bugger off, wanker. I’m not telling you anything. Shoo, I am in no mood to deal with you.” England growled up at Francis, close to shoving the vice president away from him.
Alfred hid until He saw Francis leave Arthur’s study and shuffled over to the older teen. “Umm… Master what exactly does ‘dust the book shelves completely without using a ladder or step-stool, using the proper tools and clothes’ mean?”
“You finished the other tasks already? Hmm, somehow that doesn’t surprise me.” England answered then looked Alfred up and down speculatively. After a moment Arthur moved to his closet and pulled out two things. One was a feather duster, the other was… Was… Oh god no please England had to be messing with him. “Go on Alfred change into this in the adjoining restroom. Unless you wish to resist or disobey this order.”
America hesitated for a moment and took the items from his suzerain state. The maid outfit was actually quite comfortable, if a bit short for the American. It was a navy blue ruffled dress with a white apron and lace trim. It had a headpiece that was white and went on like a headband. He put all of the items on (very carefully making sure Nantucket was not being restrained, this was humiliating enough without having… that touched as well). There was a knock on the door and England said “I forgot you must wear these as well.” It was a pair of thigh high stockings and gloves that matched the white of his dress. Pointedly, Alfred had not been given shoes, either heels or flats but the American did not care and merely prayed this was the worst that would happen.
Alfred dusted the bookshelves with the feather duster in the maid outfit he’d been provided. However he quickly ran into a problem. America could not reach the top shelf, even on the tips of his toes, arm fully extended. Grumbling inwardly, the new British colony closed his eyes and concentrated. As soon as his dark brown wings were out fully, Alfred fluttered to the top shelves and finished dusting the top shelves first, then landed and cleaned the lower shelves after closing said appendages.
“Any other abilities, America?” England suddenly asked, startling the younger nation.
“W-what do you mean by that Eng-master?” America asked, disconcerted as he’d forgotten the elder was in the room.
“You have wings. Any other unusual or mystical abilities?” England elucidated. At the blank stare, Arthur sighed internally. Perhaps the younger nation did not have any other mystical abilities, or two more likely scenarios were that, one Alfred didn’t recognize whatever magical abilities he did have or two he had not cause to use his magical abilities before. Sighing, the student council president went back to his paperwork.
Alfred fidgeted a little, then asked after a moment “Do you have anything else for me to do master?”
“No I do not. I wish you to stay however and in those clothes for now.” England answered.
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(America doesn't think wings are unusual? What?)
Wasn't Mexico introduced as a male? I'm not sure, though!
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About the wings comment One Arthur/England never asked if he had wings and two America/Alfred never thought that he was supposed to tell England about his wings.
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Looking forward to more!
(reCAPTCHA: "USAmag that" YES PLEASE!)
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England was finally, finally done with all of his work (including homework) and got up to leave when he caught sight of Alfred, in that cute maid outfit and remembered about his rather bored looking colony. “Alfred you may change now if you wish. We’re going somewhere, regardless.”
America moved quickly to the bathroom and swiftly changed, exceedingly grateful that he was going to get out of those clothes. After he finished getting dressed (including putting on his backpack) Alfred moved near England and looked at the other expectantly, wondering where they were going. The empire wordlessly ordered the colony to follow him and the duo moved through the silent, empty halls.
They entered England’s dorm (a large space, with multiple rooms to house his colonies, it was school policy for colonies to live near their suzerain states during their time at World Academy, as well as a well-stocked, fair sized kitchen). Arthur stated “You have two hours to get all of your things from your former room into your new one. Your new room will be directly across from mine. After you are settled, start cleaning the rooms completely and thoroughly, starting at the ones nearest the door to the main hall. All materials you require will be in the closets in the first, third and seventh rooms from the dining room. The outfit you will be wearing that you must not soil will be laid out on your bed. If you do get it dirty, you will be punished and made to clean it. If you do not wear the outfit, that act will be considered an act of disobedience. Dinner will be served at eight and I will cook tonight’s meal. You will clean the dishes and prepare for breakfast (I leave what breakfast will be to you however remember I hate the very smell of coffee). Any questions America?”
“No master.” Alfred answered quietly.
It didn’t take the American long to get all of his stuff over. It was mostly clothes and study material, but he did have a few books-for-fun. Usually Alfred just checked out a random book in the library if he wanted to read something, and what re really liked to do in his spare time was try to invent something or make some gadget run better, faster, more efficient etc… All told the move took about (Alfred checked his watch) forty-five minutes when the American’s path was blocked by Japan.
“Amerika-san I have heard some rather… Worrisome rumors about you and England and I was wondering if you could ‘clear the air’ so to speak about these… Stories.” Japan asked quietly.
“I-sure what have you heard?” America queried, mentally speculating on what the older nation was about to ask him.
“Are you Igirisu-san’s colony, and is that the reason why he let the others go?” Japan asked bluntly.
“Yes I am his colony once more. I offered a proposal with him and he accepted it. If you do not mind, I would like to get this stuff out of my hands.” Alfred replied truthfully.
“… I see, where are you going with your things?” Kiku questioned.
“It is regulation that a colony must live with their Empire in this school Japan. I am moving my things to the room he assigned me.”
“Best of luck Amerika, and remember, colony or not, I still consider you a friend.”
“Thanks Japan.”
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It took hours to clean up all of the rooms to the picky Englishman’s standards, and wore out the American the latter of who wondered what was going to be for dinner. If England made stew, then Alfred was in luck. Arthur’s stew (though perhaps not the most flavorful) was fairly good and the rolls that accompanied it was only mildly burned. It was the same if the island country made curry and naan bread. Most other things though… Tasted like crap, though Alfred wasn’t sure why most of the other nations acted as if they were dying when eating Arthur’s food. Honestly, England didn’t poison the food it was just… Unpalatable.
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England had announced that dinner was ready as America was rechecking the last few rooms. As much as Alfred wanted to rush through checking the last couple of rooms in order to sit and eat, the American knew that England would not be pleased (or at least he wouldn’t have been the last time he was a colony) if he’d hurried and missed something. Ten minutes after the announcement, America came into the dining room, and asked “May I change, or do you want me to stay in these clothes?”
England regarded his colony for a moment, and decided “You will stay in those clothes. After all you have to clean the dishes after dinner and would have to change back in to that uniform as you clean.”
America nodded once in acknowledgement and sat to eat. Alfred almost picked up his fork to start eating after filling it when he paused, watching England who was observing him. The American waited quietly, looking at Arthur until the latter ate a couple mouthfuls of the food. Dinner was a salad and some sort of burned thing that looked that it might have been some sort of pot roast. It wasn’t too horribly overdone, and it was filling, something that the ravenous America was highly interested in.
After a few minutes, Alfred quietly asked (the utter silence was disconcerting to the cheerful noise in the New World, as it had been labeled, dining room) a few questions and got short answers back. Alfred gave up on trying socializing and finished his meal. England left after he ate and stated “Once you are done cleaning and putting things away in the kitchen (as well as preparing for breakfast tomorrow) come to my study.”
The cleaning and prepping took another hour and a half (he planned on making pancakes or ‘shroves’ as England called them, with orange juice, England had several oranges so Alfred had made some fresh, and sausages with toast). Most of that time was spent cleaning up the mess and smoke stains on the stove. After he was finished, America was exhausted. Not only did he have a long school day, he’d been cleaning (which took a surprising amount of energy) for most of the afternoon and evening and would have happily went to his bed and slept until his alarm clock woke him but he knew that England would Not Appreciate That At All, so Alfred walked to England’s study and quietly knocked on the door.
After waiting ten minutes without a response, America tentatively opened the door and found England sleeping at his desk, more paperwork related to either Student President duties or national responsibilities Alfred did not look to see. Instead he carefully picked up his ruler and soundlessly moved the elder to the Empire’s bedroom and carefully tucked in the island nation. Arthur hadn’t changed much when it came to work, Alfred noted. When he’d been a tiny colony and it was near bedtime, he’d often find England hunched over the desk he used when he came over to America’s lands, asleep. Back then (though he had the strength) he could not get the older nation into bed without waking the older nation up, so he would bring the other a couple of blankets and a pillow for the pirate’s head. Alfred had placed the pillow beneath England’s head, carefully wrap the other and himself up in the blankets he’d grabbed and snuggle into Arthur’s warmth and scent.
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I look forward to seeing what comes next.
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Alfred had almost left the room, when he heard a sleepy but cognitive sound from the older nation, so he paused to listen. England sat up and rubbed his eyes, still mostly asleep “Am’rca, how did I g-get in my room?” he asked with a hand-covered yawn.
Alfred fought the urge to yawn back an answered gently “You fell asleep at your desk, Arthur, go back to sleep, you need your rest.”
England thought about it for a moment “Only if you sleep with me.”
America paused for a moment, before relenting with a smile “If that’s what you want Arthur.”
The elder nation smiled, not a smug smirk, or a sarcastic twist, but the happy, honest smile Alfred had seen in his childhood that he’d seen when America had amused or cheered up the island country. Alfred found himself nestled next to the content Englishman and curled his slightly larger frame around him. Sighing happily the younger nation buried his face in the isle’s neck and drifted off.
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Arthur woke up feeling very warm. Not uncomfortably so, but more than normal. It was actually quite nice and England felt uncharacteristically lazy. Deciding on opening his eyes to see what or who was making him feel so warm, he was treated to the sight of tanned skin, as well as black and silver cloth. The scent was familiar as well. “America, why are you in my bed?” The last thing he remembered was working on some paperwork at his desk, waiting for his colony to come to him after cleaning up dinner. The younger nation was still in one of the cleaning uniforms he had for his colonies.
“When I came into your study I found that you were asleep. I thought that you would rather not be woken up and that you would rather sleep in your bed than at your desk. After I settled you into bed you woke up a little and told me to stay, so I did.” Alfred answered truthfully.
“I see. Thank you for tucking me in.” Arthur answered a small, sincere smile on his face.
Alfred asked “Do you want me to make breakfast? There is an hour and a half before my first class.” He stated, not knowing the Brit’s schedule.
“I would like breakfast soon. I need to complete the paperwork that I had not last night.” England decided, noticing that he had slept in one of his school uniforms. Not that he had expected America to strip him while he slept. The rumpled cleaning uniform, coupled with Alfred’s sleep mussed hair made the younger teen look so-so damned cute. Shaking his head, England got out of bed and asked a touch wryly, knowing the other’s probable reaction “I am going to change into a fresh uniform. Are you going to leave or stay and watch?” he asked teasingly.
The American blushed brightly and scampered out of the room, (and presumably) towards the kitchen, as the Empire had predicted he would. The paperwork was mind numbingly boring an- just what was America cooking? It smelt lovely. Alfred came in four or five minutes later, a plate filled with large, round fluffy shroves, sausages and buttered toast, a glass of orange juice in the other. The colony wordlessly set the breakfast on his desk and left the room.
America returned to the kitchen, cooked and ate his breakfast quickly before cleaning up the things he’d used to make his and his colonizer’s breakfasts. Noting that he had approximately thirty-five to forty minutes before class he knocked quietly on his master’s study room door. “Are you finished eating or would you like some more?” Alfred asked.
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America was having a very strange day. Several countries whom the teen had never met in his life had purposefully given him encouraging, you-can-get-through-this- sort of smiles. Other nations had sought him out to try and see if they could ‘gain territory’ from the new colony. An ass-kicking or two later had put a stop to that. Alfred did not like getting into fights, but that did not mean he was incapable of defending himself. In his classes almost no one spoke to him, but that was normal as the teachers were incredibly strict about that sort of thing but he’d gotten notes from quiet, rule abiding Japan. The notes had mostly been asking after his health and happiness (which was weird… he was completely fine) and that if anything was wrong, if anyone, no matter who it was, was bothering him that if Alfred talked to Kiku about it, the older nation would help him in any manner he could.
At lunch, America was about to enter the cafeteria to get lunch when China called out “America, may I speak with you for a moment?”
“Sure. What is it China?” Alfred asked, curious as to the reason why the ancient nation had wanted to talk to him.
“I had made some pork buns for lunch today. I made too many as I am full and still have some left over. Do you want them aru?” Yao offered.
America blinked down at the much older nation in confusion. China’s cooking was nice, and usually cost someone if they wanted some of his cooking “…What do you want for them China?”
“Nothing, I just feel like being generous today. By the way, I have some advice for you. If you meet a Djinn, be very careful if they offer you wishes. They may obey the letter of the wish, not the spirit in which it was intended. I thought you might want to know that. It may come in handy later.” China stated, handing over the box of food to the nonplussed, younger nation in front of him, and wandered off.
/Did I walk through the wrong door of Iggy’s dorm and end up in the twilight zone or something? This day has been so very strange and it is barely half over... Why does this box feel off? Even if it was full to the brim with pork buns I don’t think that it would be this heavy (I think… sometimes super strength is a pain to deal with)./ Alfred was about to open the circular box when a female, long brown haired nation came from the Africa Class, and spoke.
“America? Is that scary guy treating you all right?” She asked. It was Seychelles, the nation he’d rescued from nearly being a colony of England’s.
“Do you mean England? He’s not that scary really. He can be very fussy and cranky, but I’ve never really been afraid of him and you shouldn’t either…He can be very sweet and gentle, I-I know he can.” America answered, wondering why Seychelles seemed rather nervous and worried.
Seychelles paused, realizing she didn’t really know anything about the nation who had almost been her ruler. She had seen him explaining things, and she had seen him in a flash of imperialism, but more than that she had only the reactions of her classmates, and this North American nation to go on for second hand information about the student body president. While her classmates seemed to regard him in varying amounts of fear and respect, Alfred on the other hand, though did have some wariness of the other, appeared to have genuine affection and care of the elder nation. Seychelles did want to help her rescuer, and from what she’d heard about America, he was an energetic, sweet, dorky person who did not deserve the tender mercies of the dour, scary England. “If you say so America. I hope you have a good day.”
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