[FANFICTION] USUKUS: Lucid Memories 3/20
Title: Lucid Memories
Author/Artist: Rain_Sonata
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America/England/America or US/UK/US
Rating: PG-13, might raise up later
Warnings: boy love, occassional swearing, confusion of what's happening, longer chapters later on, hints of the existence of state-tans
Summary: Rev!America is brought back to the present, replacing the current America. By chance, England was there when all of this happened. Why is he here? What about his broken heart from the Revoluionary War?
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( Link to Previous Chapters )
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Chapter 3: Confusion
Summary: Rev!America is brought back to the present, replacing the current America. By chance, England was there when all of this happened. Why is he here? What about his broken heart from the Revolutionary War? US/UK, based on Kink Meme on Livejournal.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Alfred felt the warm sensation of the sunlight lightly kiss his face when he finally woke up. Everything he saw was in a haze. He woke up in bed with layers of blankets stacked on top of him. Was he sick? The American boy tried to remember what has happened before he blacked out.
The rain. The mud. The war. England! England… Alfred sat up to looked around and see where the gentleman was. He wasn't here. Alfred sighed and slid back underneath his covers. He didn't want to get up. He just wanted to rest. To forget about everything that had just happened… To…
"Alfred!" Alfred froze. Someone was calling out his name. "Alfred!" He quickly pretended that he was still asleep.
"Alfred!" It was England! Alfred was too shocked by the appearance the empire to really say anything. He tried to calm himself down; he took a quick peep to see his face. There were hints of concern on his face, was that a blush?
The Englishman groaned when he saw that Alfred was still asleep.
"Look, if you're still asleep, I'll just leave to the summit meeting without you. You're going to be late!" Why was he telling him this? What summit meeting? What was that? He felt the bed sheets shifting. England was sitting at his bedside!
England uttered in his ear. "There's food in the kitchen when you wake up. Eat them and come to the meeting, the address is on the fridge." A moment's silence reached his ear. England sat up and quietly left the room; America heard the front door close. After several minutes, Alfred sat up again. He was trying to absorb all of what he had just heard.
Okay, so he had just survived a war with the greatest empire on Earth and now he was okay? That felt strange to him. But… Alfred realized. He was free. He was independent. So why was England still here? Was this even his house? Alfred didn't recognize it.
The Englishman's one-sided conversation with him didn't make any sense; his words were an alien's tongue. None of it made sense. England acted so casual with him. As if nothing had happened. As if their war had never existed. As if they have always been with each other. Alfred's lips quivered.
The house turned out to be rather small. Smaller than what America was used to. As England had said, the kitchen already had food made for him. It was scones and jam. Yuck! He thought, twitching his nose.
He knew that if England was there, he would have scorned at the boy for making faces about his cooking. It's scones and jelly, not jam, you prat, the Englishman would have corrected him. Whatever, a little change in the English language wouldn't hurt.
Without actually tasting anything, which didn't matter since the scones were already partly burnt, Alfred explored more of the house, staring the strange objects that lay out before him. England said something about a fridge. The fridge turned out to be this giant rectangular prism shaped object that held large amounts of food. On the giant thing was a small note, Alfred recognized England's small neat written within a glance.
Alfred you prat, you better be alright when you're reading this!
Alfred scowled at the Englishman's use of the word, 'prat'. This was where the writing appeared thin and sharp. A sigh of impatience.
Food is on the table and the summit meeting will be due at 3:00 this afternoon.
Yeah, I noticed, Alfred thought dryly, I choked on one of them. He stared at the digital clock that was resting on the table counter. It was quarter to eight. He couldn't help but stare at the glowing numbers. What sort of machine was this? He continued down the note.
The train ride to New York will be a 4-5 hour ride, so you better be on time!
What's a train? Alfred panicked. He knew where New York was, of course he did. He once lived there! But what was the man thinking? Five hours? A trip to New York would take nine days (1)!
I won't be there to back you up this time!
Alfred gave a sad smile. That was the same thing England had told him the other time…
Tears fell down his chin as he stared at the last sentence.
Please be okay and don't do anything foolish.
Below the last words was the address to the said summit meeting. He would follow his advice… He wouldn't do anything stupid… But no matter how hard he tried, Alfred kept crying.
Alfred couldn't help but feel unnerved as he walked though the city. He felt the stares of strangers as he walked by, he knew that there was something wrong here. The city was huge! Tall intimidating buildings soared through the skies, strange motor carriages raced by at such speeds, and thousands of peoples of different races passed by here and there. Was this really West Virginia?
What really shocked the American boy was the clothing they wore. Some of the men wore suits; others were more casual and just wore shirts and shorts. The women's skirts were so short! Alfred thought as he blushed at a passing girl who wore her dress up to her knees (2). The people themselves seemed to have their focus on Alfred.
After he had his inedible breakfast (he had to choke it down with milk), Alfred found out that none of his clothes fit. The suits were too big. Too wide. Most were at least a full size larger than him.
In the end, the American boy had to make due with wearing his old Revolution uniform, much to his embarrassment. He would normally be proud of wearing the old navy blue coat, but when he stepped into the city, he quickly realized that it brought in to much attention. Something that he did not want at the moment. It made him feel insecure. Out of place. The points and stares from the citizens were not helping either.
What was worse however; was that he was lost. Yes. He was lost. The last time he went into a town, he knew all of the people who inhabited the place. Now, almost everyone was a stranger to him. How strange. Was this some kind of dream? A nightmare?
Alfred stared at the crowded streets. He was trying to focus as he rushed through, he was trying to understand England's message. Where to go? Where to go? Where was he? How…
"Excuse me dear, do you need help?"
Alfred looked up from the ground to be face to face with a plump middle age woman. She had light brown curls, wore a soft rosy pink dress, and was carrying a small brown bag. Alfred strangely felt calm and noticed that the woman had a kind face.
"Y-yes m'am." He whispered. He had to remember the question. "C-can you please tell me ever so kindly of how to get to the Amtrak Station?" He showed her the name of the station that was from England's note.
"Never been to the train station, honey?" Alfred shook his head.
With patience, the middle age woman helped guild the young man to the place, helping him with each step of the way. Alfred gave the station people a sheepish grin when he had trouble with the money (3). However, he eventually got onto the train and was on his way. Before he left, he gave a small peck to the kind woman and thanked her for her help. The woman gave him a small smile waved her good bye.
After five painful hours of sitting in the train, Alfred finally got off the strange vehicle. The thing was so fast… he thought. Five hours and I'm already in New York? Amazing… He wasn't afraid of the vehicle, oh no. It was quite the opposite: he was fascinated by them. The person who controlled the train however, didn't see it his way and quickly shooed him away when Alfred tried to get the captain to explain to him the mechanics of the fast machine. What a party pooper. Oh well.
Once he was off the train, he found himself lost again in the busy streets of New York City. West Virginia has changed, but New York… Oh my! It was too much for him to say. If he thought the buildings were tall back there, it was wrong. The buildings here were taller. Bigger. It must had reached into outer space!
Alfred's mind started to drift into space as he daydreamed, walking thought the traffic. He mind was imploded with all of the images. That giant screen on that building… was it magic? Wait, no… Alfred shook off the thought. There's no such thing as magic. He told himself, only England believes in his magic and fairies. What a racket the town had! He only found out later that it was actually music. What sort of place was this to call that noisy screaming as music?
How…
EEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!
Alfred turned around. His bright blue eyes widened at the sight of the motor carriage that was running straight to him! He could only continue gawking, not bothering to close his eyes at the thing.
He waited for death and closed his eyes. Alfred ran though his prayers, chanting each word, keeping each word close to his heart.
I wish for love.
The love of what? All was already lost!
I wish for peace.
Lies! He would never find peace. Now that he knew that England may still hate him for what he had done to the Englishman!
He wished to be in heaven.
He didn't even know where nations went when they died. What made him think that he would go to heaven when he had killed so many souls?
I wish for…
SSSCCCCRRRREEEEECCCCHH!
Nothing happened. The vehicle stopped. What? The vehicle abruptly stopped, missing the blond by a few inches. Alfred didn't notice the stares and shouts from the people around him. He didn't realized what had just happened. The machine's door opened up, revealing a young man in his late teens. That all that America took in.
The stranger's eyes were hidden by a pair of sunglasses, but Alfred felt the stranger's eyes harden at him. "What do you think you doing?" Alfred flinched at the anger directed at him.
"I…"
"Get in!" His voice was pressed. Alfred was surprised, but didn't move. G-get in?
"What are you waiting for?" The stranger was getting impatient.
"Boy!" The American nation turned around to see a man in a blue suit with a strange black cap.
The man went to the stranger to ask him. "Do you know this young man?" His face was stern and cross.
"Of course I do." The other one told him coolly. "He's my brother."
"I- I am?" Alfred asked. He didn't recognize him. America blinked at them. The policeman, that was the police, right? The policeman looked at the driver with suspicion.
The stranger only laughed, he threw a quick glare at Alfred, work with me here, damn it!
"R-right!" Alfred tried to put on a straight face. "He's my brother! I forgot you see…" He tried to convince the police. "I have a bunch of siblings…I often forget their names and faces…"
The driver, Alfred just noticed that he shared the same shade of dirty blond that he had, nodded in agreement. As he nodded, America noticed that the boy even shared the same sole strand of hair he had! "He's due for a doctor's appointment and we can't be late. He's got OCD you know."
"Hey! I do not!" Alfred protested, he was ticked off. He had no idea what the driver was talking about, but he was pretty sure that there was nothing wrong with him.
Well…it didn't matter, because they was doing a good job of fooling the man. They were excused.
"Let's go." He told Alfred. Alfred hesitantly stepped in, unsure of what was going to happen to him. The back of the car turned out to be rather neat; he saw a box (4) tossed in the back of the seat.
Once he got in, the stranger looked back at Alfred before telling him. "I would buckle up your seat belt if I were you." Alfred looked at him in confusion. The other teen grinned, aggressively stamping his feet onto the gas without warning.
"What are we…AAAHHHHHH!" Alfred screamed when he was half way through his words. What the hell was he thinking? The driver raced through the streets, seeming to have not notice the protesting and honks from the other cars.
"WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!" He cheered. Alfred gagged. I think I'm going to be sick…
Much to Alfred's relieve, as they drove deeper into the streets, they began to slow down. They began to talk.
"You're on your way to the summit meeting… aren't you?" The question sounded casual.
"Yes…"
The other one smiled. "So am I."
Alfred wasn't sure how to respond, so he tried a simple question. "Who are you?"
In the sunlight, Alfred took a good look at the mysterious teen who took him. He was wearing a simple blue hooded jacket adorned over a red vest. The teen had skinny blue pants made from a type of fabric Alfred wasn't familiar with along with red and white shoes.
The stranger stared at him in shock. A small frown formed at his thin lips.
"You…you don't know me" His voice cracked.
Alfred stared back. "No…" Have they met? "Should I?"
"So you don't know me. Okay." A small sigh escaped from the stranger. "Do you know who you are?"
That was an easy question. "I'm Alfred."
"So you say…" Alfred hear the other utter as his face turned away to look at the traffic ahead of him. A small curtain of silence fell over them.
This only made Alfred confused. Was there more he wanted to say? The other teen told him that he was going to the summit meeting too!
Go ask him about it, a small voice nudged him.
No I won't! I don't need help! He argued with the voice.
You're going to look like a fool if you don't ask.
Alfred blinked back. That's what Art- England would say.
But you need to know!
I don't even know where I am! Or who this person is!
The other side told him gently. That only give you more the reason.
Why am I even arguing with you? Silence. Hey! Answer back! Nothing.
Alfred gave mentally groaned before the driver interrupted his thoughts. "You know…I didn't think I would see you here like that…"
The teen's voice was soft and dreamy as if his mind wasn't completely there at the present.
He turned around. Alfred saw that some of the boy's baby blond locks fell down in front of the glasses. The boy gave a good long look at Alfred. They were at the red light.
"Dad…" His voice was dry and husky. "What have you gotten yourself into?" Alfred's eyes widen at the words.
The American teen stared back the other blond. "D…dad?" He repeated the words in bewilderment. He shook his head at the teen driver.
"What do you think you're doing? Calling me dad…" He tried to shake it off. "I'm too young be anyone's father."
"But you said your name was Alfred." He stated. "Alfred F. Jones. The United States of America."
"How…"
"Look at me." The blond used his hands to grab the boy by the collar. "Look at me!" His face was wild. "Do you recognize me?" The question popped up again.
Alfred saw the bright blue eyes hidden behind the sunglasses. His eyes. My eyes. Alfred thought. No! It couldn't be!
"You!" America wouldn't stop. "I know you! But it can't be!"
"It is…" Was this really him?
Alfred's voice came out weak. "New York?"
New York smiled at his name. "Yes Dad…it's me…"
Author's Notes:
Nine days (1) - Back in the revolution days, the roads were so bad that it would take nine days to get from Virginia to New York, or something like that.
Knees (2) - This may not sound like a lot, but the people of the 20th century made a big deal out of it when their generation started to wear their skirts up to their knees.
Money (3) - Just to tell you guys, at Alfred's time, there was no official money system. Each state had its own money system; there was no Bank of the United States.
Box (4) - camera
Notes: Now things will start to get exciting… ne? With past Alfred in the present, there will surly be lots of confusion and action. Have fun! Hmmm….England will probably not be here until the next chapter. I'm not too sure how this fic will turn out to be, but I'm sure I'll have a blast with it. Lots of experimenting for me to do!
I do not own the OC New York. His character is based off of Top-Cap's OC New York at deviantart.
Author/Artist: Rain_Sonata
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America/England/America or US/UK/US
Rating: PG-13, might raise up later
Warnings: boy love, occassional swearing, confusion of what's happening, longer chapters later on, hints of the existence of state-tans
Summary: Rev!America is brought back to the present, replacing the current America. By chance, England was there when all of this happened. Why is he here? What about his broken heart from the Revoluionary War?
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( Link to Previous Chapters )
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Chapter 3: Confusion
Summary: Rev!America is brought back to the present, replacing the current America. By chance, England was there when all of this happened. Why is he here? What about his broken heart from the Revolutionary War? US/UK, based on Kink Meme on Livejournal.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Alfred felt the warm sensation of the sunlight lightly kiss his face when he finally woke up. Everything he saw was in a haze. He woke up in bed with layers of blankets stacked on top of him. Was he sick? The American boy tried to remember what has happened before he blacked out.
The rain. The mud. The war. England! England… Alfred sat up to looked around and see where the gentleman was. He wasn't here. Alfred sighed and slid back underneath his covers. He didn't want to get up. He just wanted to rest. To forget about everything that had just happened… To…
"Alfred!" Alfred froze. Someone was calling out his name. "Alfred!" He quickly pretended that he was still asleep.
"Alfred!" It was England! Alfred was too shocked by the appearance the empire to really say anything. He tried to calm himself down; he took a quick peep to see his face. There were hints of concern on his face, was that a blush?
The Englishman groaned when he saw that Alfred was still asleep.
"Look, if you're still asleep, I'll just leave to the summit meeting without you. You're going to be late!" Why was he telling him this? What summit meeting? What was that? He felt the bed sheets shifting. England was sitting at his bedside!
England uttered in his ear. "There's food in the kitchen when you wake up. Eat them and come to the meeting, the address is on the fridge." A moment's silence reached his ear. England sat up and quietly left the room; America heard the front door close. After several minutes, Alfred sat up again. He was trying to absorb all of what he had just heard.
Okay, so he had just survived a war with the greatest empire on Earth and now he was okay? That felt strange to him. But… Alfred realized. He was free. He was independent. So why was England still here? Was this even his house? Alfred didn't recognize it.
The Englishman's one-sided conversation with him didn't make any sense; his words were an alien's tongue. None of it made sense. England acted so casual with him. As if nothing had happened. As if their war had never existed. As if they have always been with each other. Alfred's lips quivered.
The house turned out to be rather small. Smaller than what America was used to. As England had said, the kitchen already had food made for him. It was scones and jam. Yuck! He thought, twitching his nose.
He knew that if England was there, he would have scorned at the boy for making faces about his cooking. It's scones and jelly, not jam, you prat, the Englishman would have corrected him. Whatever, a little change in the English language wouldn't hurt.
Without actually tasting anything, which didn't matter since the scones were already partly burnt, Alfred explored more of the house, staring the strange objects that lay out before him. England said something about a fridge. The fridge turned out to be this giant rectangular prism shaped object that held large amounts of food. On the giant thing was a small note, Alfred recognized England's small neat written within a glance.
Alfred you prat, you better be alright when you're reading this!
Alfred scowled at the Englishman's use of the word, 'prat'. This was where the writing appeared thin and sharp. A sigh of impatience.
Food is on the table and the summit meeting will be due at 3:00 this afternoon.
Yeah, I noticed, Alfred thought dryly, I choked on one of them. He stared at the digital clock that was resting on the table counter. It was quarter to eight. He couldn't help but stare at the glowing numbers. What sort of machine was this? He continued down the note.
The train ride to New York will be a 4-5 hour ride, so you better be on time!
What's a train? Alfred panicked. He knew where New York was, of course he did. He once lived there! But what was the man thinking? Five hours? A trip to New York would take nine days (1)!
I won't be there to back you up this time!
Alfred gave a sad smile. That was the same thing England had told him the other time…
Tears fell down his chin as he stared at the last sentence.
Please be okay and don't do anything foolish.
Below the last words was the address to the said summit meeting. He would follow his advice… He wouldn't do anything stupid… But no matter how hard he tried, Alfred kept crying.
Alfred couldn't help but feel unnerved as he walked though the city. He felt the stares of strangers as he walked by, he knew that there was something wrong here. The city was huge! Tall intimidating buildings soared through the skies, strange motor carriages raced by at such speeds, and thousands of peoples of different races passed by here and there. Was this really West Virginia?
What really shocked the American boy was the clothing they wore. Some of the men wore suits; others were more casual and just wore shirts and shorts. The women's skirts were so short! Alfred thought as he blushed at a passing girl who wore her dress up to her knees (2). The people themselves seemed to have their focus on Alfred.
After he had his inedible breakfast (he had to choke it down with milk), Alfred found out that none of his clothes fit. The suits were too big. Too wide. Most were at least a full size larger than him.
In the end, the American boy had to make due with wearing his old Revolution uniform, much to his embarrassment. He would normally be proud of wearing the old navy blue coat, but when he stepped into the city, he quickly realized that it brought in to much attention. Something that he did not want at the moment. It made him feel insecure. Out of place. The points and stares from the citizens were not helping either.
What was worse however; was that he was lost. Yes. He was lost. The last time he went into a town, he knew all of the people who inhabited the place. Now, almost everyone was a stranger to him. How strange. Was this some kind of dream? A nightmare?
Alfred stared at the crowded streets. He was trying to focus as he rushed through, he was trying to understand England's message. Where to go? Where to go? Where was he? How…
"Excuse me dear, do you need help?"
Alfred looked up from the ground to be face to face with a plump middle age woman. She had light brown curls, wore a soft rosy pink dress, and was carrying a small brown bag. Alfred strangely felt calm and noticed that the woman had a kind face.
"Y-yes m'am." He whispered. He had to remember the question. "C-can you please tell me ever so kindly of how to get to the Amtrak Station?" He showed her the name of the station that was from England's note.
"Never been to the train station, honey?" Alfred shook his head.
With patience, the middle age woman helped guild the young man to the place, helping him with each step of the way. Alfred gave the station people a sheepish grin when he had trouble with the money (3). However, he eventually got onto the train and was on his way. Before he left, he gave a small peck to the kind woman and thanked her for her help. The woman gave him a small smile waved her good bye.
After five painful hours of sitting in the train, Alfred finally got off the strange vehicle. The thing was so fast… he thought. Five hours and I'm already in New York? Amazing… He wasn't afraid of the vehicle, oh no. It was quite the opposite: he was fascinated by them. The person who controlled the train however, didn't see it his way and quickly shooed him away when Alfred tried to get the captain to explain to him the mechanics of the fast machine. What a party pooper. Oh well.
Once he was off the train, he found himself lost again in the busy streets of New York City. West Virginia has changed, but New York… Oh my! It was too much for him to say. If he thought the buildings were tall back there, it was wrong. The buildings here were taller. Bigger. It must had reached into outer space!
Alfred's mind started to drift into space as he daydreamed, walking thought the traffic. He mind was imploded with all of the images. That giant screen on that building… was it magic? Wait, no… Alfred shook off the thought. There's no such thing as magic. He told himself, only England believes in his magic and fairies. What a racket the town had! He only found out later that it was actually music. What sort of place was this to call that noisy screaming as music?
How…
EEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!
Alfred turned around. His bright blue eyes widened at the sight of the motor carriage that was running straight to him! He could only continue gawking, not bothering to close his eyes at the thing.
He waited for death and closed his eyes. Alfred ran though his prayers, chanting each word, keeping each word close to his heart.
I wish for love.
The love of what? All was already lost!
I wish for peace.
Lies! He would never find peace. Now that he knew that England may still hate him for what he had done to the Englishman!
He wished to be in heaven.
He didn't even know where nations went when they died. What made him think that he would go to heaven when he had killed so many souls?
I wish for…
SSSCCCCRRRREEEEECCCCHH!
Nothing happened. The vehicle stopped. What? The vehicle abruptly stopped, missing the blond by a few inches. Alfred didn't notice the stares and shouts from the people around him. He didn't realized what had just happened. The machine's door opened up, revealing a young man in his late teens. That all that America took in.
The stranger's eyes were hidden by a pair of sunglasses, but Alfred felt the stranger's eyes harden at him. "What do you think you doing?" Alfred flinched at the anger directed at him.
"I…"
"Get in!" His voice was pressed. Alfred was surprised, but didn't move. G-get in?
"What are you waiting for?" The stranger was getting impatient.
"Boy!" The American nation turned around to see a man in a blue suit with a strange black cap.
The man went to the stranger to ask him. "Do you know this young man?" His face was stern and cross.
"Of course I do." The other one told him coolly. "He's my brother."
"I- I am?" Alfred asked. He didn't recognize him. America blinked at them. The policeman, that was the police, right? The policeman looked at the driver with suspicion.
The stranger only laughed, he threw a quick glare at Alfred, work with me here, damn it!
"R-right!" Alfred tried to put on a straight face. "He's my brother! I forgot you see…" He tried to convince the police. "I have a bunch of siblings…I often forget their names and faces…"
The driver, Alfred just noticed that he shared the same shade of dirty blond that he had, nodded in agreement. As he nodded, America noticed that the boy even shared the same sole strand of hair he had! "He's due for a doctor's appointment and we can't be late. He's got OCD you know."
"Hey! I do not!" Alfred protested, he was ticked off. He had no idea what the driver was talking about, but he was pretty sure that there was nothing wrong with him.
Well…it didn't matter, because they was doing a good job of fooling the man. They were excused.
"Let's go." He told Alfred. Alfred hesitantly stepped in, unsure of what was going to happen to him. The back of the car turned out to be rather neat; he saw a box (4) tossed in the back of the seat.
Once he got in, the stranger looked back at Alfred before telling him. "I would buckle up your seat belt if I were you." Alfred looked at him in confusion. The other teen grinned, aggressively stamping his feet onto the gas without warning.
"What are we…AAAHHHHHH!" Alfred screamed when he was half way through his words. What the hell was he thinking? The driver raced through the streets, seeming to have not notice the protesting and honks from the other cars.
"WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!" He cheered. Alfred gagged. I think I'm going to be sick…
Much to Alfred's relieve, as they drove deeper into the streets, they began to slow down. They began to talk.
"You're on your way to the summit meeting… aren't you?" The question sounded casual.
"Yes…"
The other one smiled. "So am I."
Alfred wasn't sure how to respond, so he tried a simple question. "Who are you?"
In the sunlight, Alfred took a good look at the mysterious teen who took him. He was wearing a simple blue hooded jacket adorned over a red vest. The teen had skinny blue pants made from a type of fabric Alfred wasn't familiar with along with red and white shoes.
The stranger stared at him in shock. A small frown formed at his thin lips.
"You…you don't know me" His voice cracked.
Alfred stared back. "No…" Have they met? "Should I?"
"So you don't know me. Okay." A small sigh escaped from the stranger. "Do you know who you are?"
That was an easy question. "I'm Alfred."
"So you say…" Alfred hear the other utter as his face turned away to look at the traffic ahead of him. A small curtain of silence fell over them.
This only made Alfred confused. Was there more he wanted to say? The other teen told him that he was going to the summit meeting too!
Go ask him about it, a small voice nudged him.
No I won't! I don't need help! He argued with the voice.
You're going to look like a fool if you don't ask.
Alfred blinked back. That's what Art- England would say.
But you need to know!
I don't even know where I am! Or who this person is!
The other side told him gently. That only give you more the reason.
Why am I even arguing with you? Silence. Hey! Answer back! Nothing.
Alfred gave mentally groaned before the driver interrupted his thoughts. "You know…I didn't think I would see you here like that…"
The teen's voice was soft and dreamy as if his mind wasn't completely there at the present.
He turned around. Alfred saw that some of the boy's baby blond locks fell down in front of the glasses. The boy gave a good long look at Alfred. They were at the red light.
"Dad…" His voice was dry and husky. "What have you gotten yourself into?" Alfred's eyes widen at the words.
The American teen stared back the other blond. "D…dad?" He repeated the words in bewilderment. He shook his head at the teen driver.
"What do you think you're doing? Calling me dad…" He tried to shake it off. "I'm too young be anyone's father."
"But you said your name was Alfred." He stated. "Alfred F. Jones. The United States of America."
"How…"
"Look at me." The blond used his hands to grab the boy by the collar. "Look at me!" His face was wild. "Do you recognize me?" The question popped up again.
Alfred saw the bright blue eyes hidden behind the sunglasses. His eyes. My eyes. Alfred thought. No! It couldn't be!
"You!" America wouldn't stop. "I know you! But it can't be!"
"It is…" Was this really him?
Alfred's voice came out weak. "New York?"
New York smiled at his name. "Yes Dad…it's me…"
Author's Notes:
Nine days (1) - Back in the revolution days, the roads were so bad that it would take nine days to get from Virginia to New York, or something like that.
Knees (2) - This may not sound like a lot, but the people of the 20th century made a big deal out of it when their generation started to wear their skirts up to their knees.
Money (3) - Just to tell you guys, at Alfred's time, there was no official money system. Each state had its own money system; there was no Bank of the United States.
Box (4) - camera
Notes: Now things will start to get exciting… ne? With past Alfred in the present, there will surly be lots of confusion and action. Have fun! Hmmm….England will probably not be here until the next chapter. I'm not too sure how this fic will turn out to be, but I'm sure I'll have a blast with it. Lots of experimenting for me to do!
I do not own the OC New York. His character is based off of Top-Cap's OC New York at deviantart.