Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
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“All right buddy, let’s go,” America said, smiling as he grabbed the Mazda car keys and headed outside, Tony close behind him.
The trip turned out to be liberating. Granted, Tony did leave the house yesterday evening for the fireworks show, but it was nice to go somewhere where he didn’t have to behave or otherwise put on a godforsaken show just to be able to live in the country without fearing for his safety. He stared outside the car window as America drove, taking in the sights that he’d missed after being cooped up in America’s house for the last couple weeks. America himself had been running around between Congressional meetings, World meetings, and any other prior commitments that Tony couldn’t remember off the top of his head. Despite his status as a semi-national secret, there were a few humans that were well aware of Tony’s existence… and didn’t panic from it.
Ed the comic shop owner and clerk was one of those individuals.
“Hiya Jones! We’ve missed you!” Ed shouted cheerfully as Tony and America walked in. He was still unaware of America’s true identity, but Tony kept the secret just like American did. “I saved the latest updates of your favorites!”
“Please tell me that Superman is one of them, Tony’s been lacking in updates,” America replied, nudging Tony forward.
“Yep, I saved a bunch in the back for Tony. I’ll get your Avengers, Captain America, Batman, and Spider-Man issues as well, they’re all in the back,” Ed said.
America stopped. “How long as it been since we were last here?” he asked, confused.
Ed grinned. “Three months, you little rat.”
America snorted while Tony face-palmed. “And here I thought I was being pro-active by getting all that paperwork on time as opposed to at my leisure. Whoops,” America said, grinning broadly. Nudging Tony, he said, “Go with Ed and get the comic books, I’ll just browse.”
Tony saluted, much to America’s delight.
“Cute,” Ed said. Glancing around the store, he yelled, “Carla! Front needs watching while I help a customer! Where the hell are ya?”
“Right here sir, assisting another customer,” Carla said irritably, coming out from behind the bookshelves of comic books, a woman and her daughter right behind her. The woman had her hands over her daughter’s ears, and looked somewhat disgruntled as Ed left the counter in Carla’s charge. Tony was careful to stay away from the other little girl; his yearly quota of tolerating little kids had been used completely up on Friday night.
America browsed near the manga, and Tony wondered if he was looking for that one manga that Japan had recommended, the one by someone named Hidekaz Himaruya or something like that. It was rarely in the shops that the two of them went to, but that didn’t stop America from looking.
“Here Jones, all the ones you’ve been waiting on,” Ed said cheerfully, coming back with a box. “You know, I swear I’ve been emailing you each time there’s a new issue…”
“Yeah, sorry, I’ve been either busy or overseas lately, and I had a guest last night,” America replied, taking the box from Ed.
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“Yeah, I try to drop by when I can, but you know, duty calls,” America said as he stepped up to the counter to pay, the woman and daughter disappearing back into the shelves with Carla. “Well, is that it?” he asked as Ed placed the books into a bag.
“Yep. Don’t be a stranger, Jones. I get lonely after a while and Carla can only irritate me so much,” Ed said, winking as he handed the bag over to America, who offered it to Tony, but held onto it anyway when the alien failed to notice. “Think of this as incentive. If you come more frequently, the bag won’t be as heavy when you leave.”
“Good logic, but no promises. I have to leave the country again in January, heading over to Berlin for diplomatic meetings. Tedious, but I only pay attention because the host pays for drinks afterwards,” America said, winking conspiratorially. “But that’s later. See ya again soon, Ed,” he said, starting to guide an oblivious Tony toward the comic shop door.
Tony was so absorbed into his Superman comics that he didn’t really notice the ride home. He’d wished DC had kept the heroes’ original costume designs; he’d preferred Wonder Woman’s original costume anyway. The nice thing about having the bag at his feet was that he could just keep reading and pulling out the next issue once he was done with the one he’d been reading.
“Dude, did you just power through all of the Superman issues?” America teased as he pulled into the driveway.
“They were good, but still in the reboot costumes,” Tony said, stuffing the most recent Superman comic back into the bag.
America made a face. “While I like some of the redesigns, like Wonder Woman’s getup, I’m not a fan of others,” he said as he turned the car off and pulled the key out of the ignition. “Did you eat earlier? How does some breakfast sound? Maybe Arthur’s up too,” he said as he got out of the car, completely missing Tony’s triumphant expression.
Victory tasted sweet. Unlike England’s cooking. Very unlike England’s cooking.
“Okay, so long as you’re cooking,” Tony replied.
America snorted. “Fine.”
The two of them entered the house, and Tony just knew that England was awake; the gag-inducing smell of tea permeated the front hall all the way from the kitchen. America hummed to himself as he dropped the bag of comics by the front door, cricking his neck before hanging his coat up. “Arthur! We’re back!” he called as he took Tony’s jacket and hung that up as well.
“And where exactly have you been?”
“Out, getting-” America began as he turned, but stopped when he saw England. “Sir,” he added carefully even as a hopeful grin crossed his face. Confused, Tony stopped in the hall on the way to the kitchen.
England was standing halfway down the staircase, dressed in completely unfamiliar clothing. He looked like one of the pirates in Tony’s books, in the red coat with gold buttons and the hat and-
Oh no, don’t you fucking dare, I WON!
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He wasn’t stupid, he’d read about how humans entertained themselves in the bedroom, and was greatly disturbed to find that his housemate apparently engaged in similar behavior with England. Even as America bounded up the stairs perhaps a little too enthusiastically for the scenario the two of them had created - something about English pirates targeting American ships and vice versa - Tony could only see his victory slipping away and out of his fingers.
No, no, no, no, no-
And the worst part was that England knew. The limey spared him a smirk before blatantly creating something of a magical barrier that he easily passed through while Tony just knew that it would keep him from going upstairs. He even tested it, bolting up the stairs once England had passed through. Tony smacked into the barrier, and howled when he fell back.
An indescribable rage filled Tony then, and he tore downstairs and was about to go outside to properly vent his anger (and hopefully find something of England’s down there to destroy). But he was even more enraged to find that there was in fact nothing of England’s he could actually destroy.
Pacing the room, he searched every bookshelf, every knickknack shelf, for something that belonged to England. Something he could tear to little pieces.
He did find a book that had fallen off the shelf, A History of US, by Joy Hakim, knocked over in Britannia’s escape from whatever the horror had been at the time. Picking it up, he examined the page it was open to, and was about to toss it back to the floor when the word Yorktown caught his eye.
Upon closer examination, he found that the chapter he was in was primarily focused on the battles of the American Revolution, with the Battle of Yorktown specifically on the current page. Flipping to the beginning of the chapter, he vaguely recalled America ranting about how much of a jerk and a tyrant England had been back then, and how glad America had been to break free of English control.
It was too bad Tony couldn’t duplicate the same Revolutionary England and prompt another hundred or so years of isolation between the two nations. It wouldn’t even be that complicated, just somehow switch England of the past with England of the now, and then once the damage was done, switch them back. Granted, it meant he would have to be in close quarters with the two Englands for a while, but the end result would be worth it.
Sighing, he closed the history book and set it on the coffee table. Too bad it was impossible to rewind and fast-forward time as he saw fit.
Or was it?
He suddenly remembered his newly returned time-traveling device downstairs, still lying on the workshop table where he’d been tinkering with it. Granted, it still needed a little adjusting, but Tony figured he could use it just this once. After all, this did classify as an emergency.
Tony promptly left the house altogether; he’d have to access his workshop through the cellar doors, but he finally had a plan that would separate America and England once and for all.
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The time travel idea is always win. Dare I hope for sexytimes? (Or shall I be as frustrated as England ho ho ho)
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I think Tony needs to put all that creative energy into creating himself a companion.
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