Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
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Both girls stared at each other as England set Minnie back down, but before they could erupt into a fight, America quickly added, “How about we do rock-paper-scissors to decide who goes first, and we’ll go to the other after?” he suggested. “Best two out of three?”
As America and England were settling that, Tony looked back at Jamie, who was still hanging onto him. Thankfully, Jamie had an uncanny ability to sense what other people wanted from him, which helped because Tony’s English wasn’t complete despite having lived with America for around sixty-two years already. Jamie squirmed until Tony put him down, and then he tugged on Tony’s hand. “Horsies!” he said.
Ah, yes: the all time classic and Jamie’s current obsession.
The carousel.
Somehow, Tony just got the feeling that he’d been doing that for an hour.
So he gave in, and the two set off in search of the carousel.
For a large carnival attraction, the carousel was surprisingly hard to find in the maze of people. Tony and Jamie meandered through the crowds, the Secret Service agent trailing along right behind them. The agent’s presence caused the other partygoers to give the trio a wide berth, and that should have been reassuring to Tony, knowing that Jamie was safe and his chances of getting harmed were now drastically reduced than if it had just been the two of them.
It was just that Tony had a patchy record with the Secret Service, and an even patchier one with the Secret Service chief. It was a hate-filled rivalry that went as far back as when the chief had been but a recruit. Even years later the stupid American still loathed him, and didn’t care who knew. He only (barely) tolerated Tony at America’s strongly worded request, and both parties kept a fairly good distance between each other in order to maintain the peace.
But for tonight, Tony would have to settle for keeping an eye on the Secret Service agent, a young man named Lewis who, at first glance, seemed a little wet behind the ears.
Tony knew better though. Although the First Lady did keep an unusually loose leash on her children, she was still fiercely protective of them, especially the baby of the family: Jamie. Tony was lucky that unlike her last predecessor, this First Lady tolerated allowing Tony into the White House unsupervised, so the least he could do to show his gratitude was not lose the kid in the thickening crowds.
“Tony?” A little anxious hand tugged on his T-shirt sleeve. “Where are the horsies?”
Hell if I know. Tony paused long enough to look around, but only saw a thick wall of people Then he tugged on Jamie’s sleeve again to catch the toddler’s attention, and started to walk forward. He carefully listened for the distinctive tinkling music that the carousel had. Jamie obediently followed him, looking around and staring in wonder at the swirling colors and noises. Every so often Tony stopped to make sure that Jamie hadn’t wandered off in pursuit of something shiny as he was prone to do. But thankfully, Jamie was still close behind him as usual, looking as Lewis kept close behind him.
The limey was a lucky soul tonight. Since Tony had his ‘hands’ full with Jamie and the icky Secret Service agent, he wasn’t going to be able to gather the necessary supplies for his next strike; he had to keep the upper hand while he still had it. Tony had been hoping to acquire fireworks and had two options of what to do with them; either set them off near the limey at random intervals throughout the day (America would love it as long as they were outdoors, but England would be pissed ), or better yet, plant them in the Englishman’s suitcase since private ownership of fireworks was illegal in Virginia. That way, the limey would get busted by the authorities and kicked out of the country, regardless of what America wanted.
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“Tony! Horsies!” Jamie squealed, pointing eagerly at the carousel, which was conveniently straight ahead. “Tony, I wanna ride the horsies!” he whined, sounding disturbing close to a whining America.
Tony wasn’t dumb, and he caught the toddler’s hand before the child could bolt off. The two made their way over to the carousel, and waited in line for a few minutes before Lewis gave the operator seventy-five cents for three people; Tony could have paid, but why argue with a free ride?
“I want this one!” Jamie said, making his way over to a brown-and-white palomino. Lewis swooped in at that moment and carefully hoisted Jamie up onto the horse, leaving Tony free to climb onto the coach that was right next to Jamie (Tony knew he was too short to be of much help, so why bother?).
The operator eventually closed the gate and began the ride.
Tony made himself comfortable; he knew he was going to be here for a while. He also knew that he had to distract himself so that the stupid tinkling carousel music wouldn’t be stuck in his head for the rest of the evening.
Maybe, if he could get his hands on England’s cell phone, he could perhaps program the annoying carousel music as the ringtone for everyone on England’s contact list, just to annoy the hell out of the technologically-challenged nation. A farewell gift perhaps, right before the limey left.
The only downside to that plan was that he’d actually have to keep England around a little longer than he’d actually like if he wanted to do that.
“Tony! I wanna ride the horsies again!” Jamie squealed, breaking into Tony’s thoughts. Tony looked around in brief confusion to find that the ride had stopped and Lewis was helping Jamie down. The operator was obviously waiting for the current group of riders to leave so he could let the next group in.
“Again! Again! Again!” Jamie cheered as he ran ahead of Tony and Lewis, arcing around the ride’s fence before easily getting back in line to go back on. Tony just shrugged, figuring that he could simply continue plotting.
Seventy-five cents later, Jamie was back on the beloved palomino, Lewis was at his side, and Tony was kicking back in his fake little coach again. He silently bet himself ten bucks that Jamie was going to want at least two more carousel rides after this.
Three more rides later and Tony wished he’d been proven wrong.
The tinkling carousel music soon became ingrained in his head, going around and around as Jamie kept getting back in line, Lewis at his side, and Tony in the coach. Over and over and over again, Tony’s usual amount of patience with the kid was starting to wear thin.
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To his utter horror, the kid was gone.
As in, ‘nowhere-in-sight-and-completely-missing’ gone.
It took Tony a few minutes to realize that Lewis was missing too. Had the Secret Service agent really been an undercover spy, working for a secret group that wished harm and blackmail the First Family? Tony had always suspected that something was off about the guy, but he didn’t think it would turn into a successful kidnapping!
The First Lady was going to be beyond furious.
Tony’s days as a free alien were suddenly numbered.
Where, where, where is that brat?
Tony started his search by looking for horses. The kid, without a doubt, was attracted to them and would probably go looking for them too. Unfortunately, there were only two attractions that had horses: the carousel and the pony rides. Jamie obviously wasn’t anywhere near the carousel. Tony had to study the pony rides from a distance; America, England, the twin girls and their bodyguards were there, and Tony wasn’t quite ready to face America yet . As a result, he couldn’t see the riders very well.
He started wandering the fairgrounds, searching for either Jamie or Lewis. One had to lead to the other. People chattered with each other as they walked past him, unaware of his plight. That was probably a good thing; if the media got a hold of the fact that the president’s son was kidnapped, America would probably take the heat for losing him in the first place, and the media was brutal when it came to juicy stories like this.
Speaking of which, Tony probably should hurry up, seeing that he had no idea when he was supposed to be meeting the others for the fireworks. Including the First Lady.
“Which one did you say he was?”
“That one. In the Marlins baseball cap.”
It took Tony five seconds to remember that he was wearing a Marlins baseball cap.
Tony turned around… and felt his heart freeze.
Three black-uniformed officials stood there, two wearing helmets while the leader did not. They were all staring at Tony, hands out and flexing dangerously. Tony felt his gut twist when he spotted the familiar blue-and-white triangle patches on the two helmeted agents and the gold star on the leader.
A Secret Service agent leading two Area 51 goons.
They definitely weren’t there looking for Jamie.
At that point, Tony did not care where the guys came from or who sent them. What did matter was that two out of the three things he hated the most were standing in front of him (throw the limey in there and then Tony was never coming out of America’s house again), and they were all coming for him.
And America wasn’t there to protect him.
America, where the hell are you?
Tony began to run for his life. The men behind him were shouting and giving swift chase. People immediately backed away from the angry officials, and a few were even cheering Tony on. Some tried to help Tony escape, but received an accidental elbow or slap to the face as the officials tried their damndest to catch up.
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That was when he saw his savior.
America had all of fifteen seconds to look up, process that Tony was hurtling toward him, and properly react as Tony launched himself at the Nation, babbling and pointing at the Area 51 and Secret Service. America scowled at them before turning to move Tony out of sight. “Come on guys, what did he do now?” America asked, eyes narrowing behind his glasses.
The Secret Service agent straightened himself and said, “We received a tip that the president’s son was in danger, having wandered away from his guard and that he had been lured away by an alien disguised in a Marlins baseball cap, sir.”
Tony knew that the agent didn’t know America’s secret, he just knew that the young man before him could pull serious weight in the White House.
America groaned. “Who told you that cr- nonsense ?” he asked. “Tony was supposed to be watching Jamie, not luring him away. Lewis was with him the whole time.”
“You trust the boy with, um, Tony?” the agent asked, confused.
Definitely a newbie.
“Yeah. Jamie’s over there with his sisters, has been for the last forty-five minutes,” America said, rubbing Tony’s back as the alien began to fake-sniff to garner sympathy. England rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything.
While America tried to calm the Secret Service down as well as the Area 51 goons, Tony peered around America’s head and saw for himself that Jamie was indeed with his sisters, riding a horse that looked close to a palomino. The First Lady was leaning on the fence, smiling and taking pictures as her children came close like the other parents. England was standing next to Lewis, who looked faintly annoyed... as did England.
The limey noticed Tony watching him, and casually walked over. After double-checking that America was too engaged to notice him, England leaned forward and snarled softly, “I do hope you enjoy carousel music, seeing as it’s going to be stuck in your head for quite a while.”
Of course, once England brought it up again, the music pushed itself to the front of Tony’s consciousness.
“And do watch yourself, you’d hate to give the First Lady a legitimate reason to call the Area 51 folks back in. So knock it off and behave ,” the Englishman added warningly before walking back to Lewis, who looked strangely smug.
Tony stared at the Englishman. How dare he tell Tony what to do, and threaten him like that? That was America’s job! Lewis must have been in on it, yes, there was no doubt. It was simple: England must have distracted Jamie with the pony rides, and Lewis followed Jamie like he always did. Lewis then, or even Randy or Ty, must have tipped the other agent off at England’s suggestion; the feeling of hatred was mutual between Tony and the Secret Service. Of course, to add injury to insult, Tony was left on the carousel to get that damn music stuck in his head before he was chased.
So Tony was stuck with the tinkling carousel music in his head and a deeply wounded pride.
Tony began to mull over potential payback possibilities, he did have a nice long list of things he always wanted to do in extreme situations. This most certainly counted as an ‘extreme situation’…
“Okay girls! Fireworks time!” America said, setting Tony back down on the ground. “C’mon, we don’t want to miss anything!” he said as the girls and Jamie were helped down from their ponies, England returning to America’s side. Tony followed the group, careful to stay close to America but far from England at the same time.
Poor England. He was about to get into a very… sticky situation tomorrow morning.
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I am now wondering what that stick situation is going to be. Can't wait to find out. I think England had better stick close to America.
I still think the visual of Tony in a Marlin cap is the ultimate in funny. Is it a sign? I hope England ultimately wins.
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I've been toying with the idea of drawing Tony in his Marlins cap and outfit. Still hesitant because my drawing skills are next to non-existent.
I'm glad you liked the latest hi-jinx. I had a little difficulty with this part, but I guess it turned out all right. Thanks for sticking with this for this long (sorry about the slow updates!)
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Love this!!
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