Wild Justice (part 7)
anonymous
July 17 2009, 23:28:37 UTC
The G9 Nations and their Bosses had a meeting together, one that didn't show up on the official itinerary - something kept secret from the media and from most of their staff. This pre-meeting was highly informal, compared to most of their interactions. The whole point was for the Bosses and the Nations to mingle and talk, with the Nations recognized _as_ Nations, instead of their guises as aides or bodyguards or whatever cover they used.
It would be the first time Johnston had ever met any Nation aside from his own or Canada. At least - the first time he met them as Nations.
England stared at him for long minutes while the introductions were made, enough that his Prime Minister hissed at him to stop staring. He was sure he had seen Johnston before - in person, not just on the telly or in pictures. (Everyone had seen his image before - the media was going mad over him.)
But - no - he….England furrowed his heavy brows, and thought - and remembered.
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One of the diplomats from the British Embassy was making a visit to a colleague over at the American; it was evidently something of a personal visit, for he brought his son along. England smoothly inserted himself into the little party, the way any Nation could with their own people; he wanted to see what the big lug had been up to. Surely he was back on his feet by now?
The mood at the American Embassy was decidedly subdued. People didn't want to meet their eyes, walked with their heads bowed. England, mostly ignored - he'd wanted to be - stuck close to the diplomat, Peter Hills, who was talking with his friend. Johnston, was it? That was an Irish name, he thought idly. Sometimes it still irritated him how bloody …well, fawning, America could be towards England's red-haired sister.
"This place is in a bright mood," Hills observed to his friend.
Johnston sighed. "Lay off, Peter. Something happened a few days ago, spooked a lot of people. It wasn't pretty."
"Oh?" Hills said, cocking his head in interest.
"Yeah, I…oh hey, there's Alex. Alex!" Johnston called his son over. "Look, Douglas is here," he said cheerily, indicating Hills' son. "Why don't you go play."
Both boys pulled a face at the childish instructions, but obediently walked away from their fathers. England paid them hardly any mind. He was waiting for more information. An incident that had upset the Americans this much? It must have been Alfred.
"Something not fit for their innocent minds?" Peter asked, still amused.
"No," Johnston said.
Then he told Hills about the boy - Alfred Jones, they found out his name was - who'd been found violently beaten and gang-raped, staggering around empty streets covered in blood and filth and other…things. And how he'd been wheeled back to the embassy in front of so many eyes - "I don't know, it was weird, we were all up. There'd been a party in the Embassy, it ended late, so there were people going home, security staff, caterers. I'd brought Alex along. And we all saw it - it was horrible. No one can seem to forget it." His voice was sincerely horrified - and a little confused.
"Do you think it's an insurgent group - targeting Westerners?" Hills asked, his eyes intent.
"I don't know. And we can't ask him - he's been flown back Stateside by the way - but we sent an official along to take a statement. He was so traumatized by the attack that the shock and trauma seems to have given him short-term amnesia. He couldn't remember a thing."
England blinked. And blinked again. And tried to decide what he was feeling.
Hills and Johnston were still talking, but a sudden angry shout from beside them drew their attention. Their heads whipped around, and jaws dropped, when they saw Alex sitting on top of Douglas Hills and whaling away at the older, bigger, stronger boy.
"Alex!" Johnston yelped, running over to bodily haul his son away. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
Wild Justice (part 7b)
anonymous
July 17 2009, 23:30:43 UTC
"He was badmouthing the States," Alex raged, still fighting against his father's hands. "How dare he! What's so great about England, huh? At least America is…" Flushing hotly, Johnston clapped a hand over his son's raving.
Hills, after looking his son over and finding little damage - Alex was younger, and rather small for his age too - found it in himself to smile down at the little spitfire. "Quite a fiery little patriot you've got there, Ken."
Johnston scowled and shook his son like a terrier shakes a rat. "He's no patriot - not for this. Just a rude little boy who I'm very ashamed of. Your punishment is going to be one for the books, boyo."
But Alex, glaring with blue eyes that burned, didn't seem to hear him.
***
England felt his jaw hanging open. He hadn't thought about that fight in years. The more important news had been that America didn't remember anything - news he'd shared with everyone else who'd been - there. America hadn't remembered but America had been subdued, calmed by the - treatment. There had been no awkward apologies to make, no reparations, just a mutual decision to continue business as usual and avoid anything that may trigger his memory.
But - had that little 'fiery patriot', as Hills put it, grown up to be the war-hero superstar President of the United States?
What tangled webs fate wove.
But there was no way Alex could have remembered him from that day, so he smiled and stuck his hand out for the President to shake.
***
Sorry for the lameness, but had to get the set-up on how the countries dealt with America right after. And I want to thank everyone who's been soothing me about Alex. :D
Re: Wild Justice (part 7b)
anonymous
July 18 2009, 22:05:25 UTC
No one fucks with the states! I am a bit disgusted that England thinks the only important thing about that visit was that America didn't remember what they'd done to him.
Re: Wild Justice (part 7b)
anonymous
July 19 2009, 08:18:08 UTC
Ffffffffff, you updated! 8D I can't wait for the next chapter, and to see Alex's reaction to all the Nations. Like I said earlier, this is going to be epic.
Re: Wild Justice (part 7b)
anonymous
July 19 2009, 08:42:19 UTC
ahahahah. thanks for the nice comment~
I kind of wanted to write that, but seem to be a bit stuck on Alex's reactions. I may just skip ahead to North Korea....I dunno. I wanted to write more, but....
It would be the first time Johnston had ever met any Nation aside from his own or Canada. At least - the first time he met them as Nations.
England stared at him for long minutes while the introductions were made, enough that his Prime Minister hissed at him to stop staring. He was sure he had seen Johnston before - in person, not just on the telly or in pictures. (Everyone had seen his image before - the media was going mad over him.)
But - no - he….England furrowed his heavy brows, and thought - and remembered.
***
One of the diplomats from the British Embassy was making a visit to a colleague over at the American; it was evidently something of a personal visit, for he brought his son along. England smoothly inserted himself into the little party, the way any Nation could with their own people; he wanted to see what the big lug had been up to. Surely he was back on his feet by now?
The mood at the American Embassy was decidedly subdued. People didn't want to meet their eyes, walked with their heads bowed. England, mostly ignored - he'd wanted to be - stuck close to the diplomat, Peter Hills, who was talking with his friend. Johnston, was it? That was an Irish name, he thought idly. Sometimes it still irritated him how bloody …well, fawning, America could be towards England's red-haired sister.
"This place is in a bright mood," Hills observed to his friend.
Johnston sighed. "Lay off, Peter. Something happened a few days ago, spooked a lot of people. It wasn't pretty."
"Oh?" Hills said, cocking his head in interest.
"Yeah, I…oh hey, there's Alex. Alex!" Johnston called his son over. "Look, Douglas is here," he said cheerily, indicating Hills' son. "Why don't you go play."
Both boys pulled a face at the childish instructions, but obediently walked away from their fathers. England paid them hardly any mind. He was waiting for more information. An incident that had upset the Americans this much? It must have been Alfred.
"Something not fit for their innocent minds?" Peter asked, still amused.
"No," Johnston said.
Then he told Hills about the boy - Alfred Jones, they found out his name was - who'd been found violently beaten and gang-raped, staggering around empty streets covered in blood and filth and other…things. And how he'd been wheeled back to the embassy in front of so many eyes - "I don't know, it was weird, we were all up. There'd been a party in the Embassy, it ended late, so there were people going home, security staff, caterers. I'd brought Alex along. And we all saw it - it was horrible. No one can seem to forget it." His voice was sincerely horrified - and a little confused.
"Do you think it's an insurgent group - targeting Westerners?" Hills asked, his eyes intent.
"I don't know. And we can't ask him - he's been flown back Stateside by the way - but we sent an official along to take a statement. He was so traumatized by the attack that the shock and trauma seems to have given him short-term amnesia. He couldn't remember a thing."
England blinked. And blinked again. And tried to decide what he was feeling.
Hills and Johnston were still talking, but a sudden angry shout from beside them drew their attention. Their heads whipped around, and jaws dropped, when they saw Alex sitting on top of Douglas Hills and whaling away at the older, bigger, stronger boy.
"Alex!" Johnston yelped, running over to bodily haul his son away. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
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Hills, after looking his son over and finding little damage - Alex was younger, and rather small for his age too - found it in himself to smile down at the little spitfire. "Quite a fiery little patriot you've got there, Ken."
Johnston scowled and shook his son like a terrier shakes a rat. "He's no patriot - not for this. Just a rude little boy who I'm very ashamed of. Your punishment is going to be one for the books, boyo."
But Alex, glaring with blue eyes that burned, didn't seem to hear him.
***
England felt his jaw hanging open. He hadn't thought about that fight in years. The more important news had been that America didn't remember anything - news he'd shared with everyone else who'd been - there. America hadn't remembered but America had been subdued, calmed by the - treatment. There had been no awkward apologies to make, no reparations, just a mutual decision to continue business as usual and avoid anything that may trigger his memory.
But - had that little 'fiery patriot', as Hills put it, grown up to be the war-hero superstar President of the United States?
What tangled webs fate wove.
But there was no way Alex could have remembered him from that day, so he smiled and stuck his hand out for the President to shake.
***
Sorry for the lameness, but had to get the set-up on how the countries dealt with America right after. And I want to thank everyone who's been soothing me about Alex. :D
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If the memory is of importance, children will NEVER forget!
Dammit the tension is building down here!
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Keep it up! Alex is one of those rare OC's who just belong in a fanfic :D
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I kind of wanted to write that, but seem to be a bit stuck on Alex's reactions. I may just skip ahead to North Korea....I dunno. I wanted to write more, but....
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