[FANFIC] USUKUS: Lucid Memories 5/20
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 5: Interrogation
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.
NEWS: Title was changed from Blast from the Revolution: Past Mayhem, to Lucid Memories. Will go back later to change titles of other chapters.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
"New York," A young man's voice came from behind the two Americans. Alfred felt his chest violently jerk from surprise of the man's urgent tone. That accent…
Albert didn't bother to turn around to see the stranger's identity.
"What is it, England?" Albert sounded bored with no hint of interest. This was the second time today that the English nation had decided to interfere with them. The New Yorker was not that fond of his former guardian.
Alfred heard a huff escape from the older nation's mouth. "May I speak to America?" His name was subtly emphasized with the italics. "There are some businesses we need to discuss about concerning about… our trading relation…"
There were pauses in his words, showing some effort of picking the right words.
America turned around to open his mouth when his son jumped in, "We can't," New York lied. "We need to leave now." He was still looking away from the Englishman. There was a cold gleam in his cool blue eyes.
"It won't take that long." England assured him.
New York did not give in. "You could always talk to one of my siblings." He did not want England to find out. About his father. This was a family issue. "Father isn't always the best with the details of politics."
England remained calm, telling him, "America is his own nation," His face was stern. "I'm sure that he is very aware of the whole issue." Neither of the two arguing nations was aware that both of them were lying to each other.
America was annoyed by the two of them arguing. At this rate, they were going to miss the next train ride.
As if he read his mind, New York mentioned, "We're going to be late."
"Five minutes won't take too long." England argued back.
"I- Hey!" New York shouted in protest when England walked past by him, ignoring him! Taking his beet red faced father by the hand, and dragging him to the room next door! This was outrageous! What if he raped him?(1) Alfred stuttered in clusters of unidentifiable words.
"Come on, git." New York heard the English nation grumble. England didn't seem to have caught Alfred's look of hurt. Shit. Alfred didn't know that England still hated him.
New York could only watch his father get dragged off by the sadistic bastard. It'll only be five minutes, he had to remind himself. He flipped out his cell phone to check the time.
He closed his eyes as he started to count, "One Mississippi, two Mississippi…"
"A-me-ri-ca." His former guardian stretched out his name. "It's been awhile…" The green eyed nation examined his nails. This was his best way to start the conversation?
"I-indeed it has!" The younger nation spouted out. His face was still slightly red; England was still keeping a firm grip on his wrist.
The English nation stopped to give the young man look. "This uniform…" England tugged on the old faded out blue fabric. "It's been years since I last saw you wearing this."
Alfred gulped. What happened to the trading talk?
England turned to him. "All of your clothes are in the wash?"
Alfred nodded. England casually noted. "That's strange," He stepped closer to him. "I left your clothes by the front door this morning."
Alfred's guts plunged down. The two were less than a few inches apart. Alfred felt uncomfortable of how close they were. Was the current America usually this close with Arth-, England?
"Y-you did?" Alfred squeaked. "I-I guess I didn't see them."
"I see." England didn't move from his spot.
Alfred hesitantly asked the older nation. "A-are we done?" He wished that England wouldn't stand so close to him!(2)
"Not yet, boy." God, he hated how the England in the future still addressed him as a boy. He was legally a man! He was 16!(3)
Alfred's shoulders lowered. "Don't slouch." England barked at him. "What's wrong with you today, America?" He continued. "Stop being so-"
"So what?" Alfred snapped. "So stupid? So ignorant? So dependent?" Out of control, the colony aggressively locked his hands around his former guardian.
"Why do you always criticize me?" He cried. "Why can't you just let me be?"
"America…" England choked out. The child's overwhelming power nearly broke his ribs.
"ENGLAND!" Someone's distant voice broke out. The weak wooden door diminished. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS ARGUING ABOUT?"
Oh bullocks! England silently swore. New York was at the door to see his father choking the English man.
"E-england!" Alfred's eyes suddenly grew wide. Tears spilled out. "I'm so sorry!" He released his former guardian, and dashed out of the building. England fell to the floor.
"Dad!" New York called out. "Where are you going?" His question fell on deaf ears. "DAD! AMERICA!"
"Dad…" The New Yorker repeated. Shock was all he had on his mind.
England struggled to stand up.
"YOU!" Albert turned to England. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HIM?"
"I didn't do anything!" England shouted back. "I just asked him some questions of his behavior!"
"You dick!" New York didn't care what his reason was. "Now he's out there!"
"What am I suppose to do about that?" England asked the state.
"Well don't just stand there! Go after him!"
"Well, maybe I bloody will!" England yelled back. He ran off in telling him so.
America, where did you go? They both wondered.
England's POV
The meeting was tiring. England was concern about America's well being. Shouldn't he be well today after his rest? Ahead of him, he caught sight of the two blond Americans quietly chatting to one another. Now was his chance.
"New York!"
The state didn't bother to turn to face him. What a rude twat! "What is it England?"
England's throat went dry. "May I speak to America?"
"There are some businesses we need to discuss about concerning about… our trading relation…" He tried to find the proper excuse to talk to the boy.
America turned around to open his mouth when his son jumped in, "We can't, we need to leave now." He was still looking away from the Englishman. England chose to ignore his cold look.
"It won't take that long." England assured him.
New York did not give in. "You could always talk to one of my siblings." Like hell he would talk to them! Bunch of gits. "Father isn't always the best with the details of politics."
England remained calm, telling him, "America is his own nation," His face was stern. "I'm sure that he is very aware of the whole issue."
"We're going to be late." New York loudly told him.
"Five minutes won't take too long." England argued back.
England sighed. They needed a place to quietly discuss the question of what was wrong with the American.
"I- Hey!" New York shouted in protest when England walked past by him. England took America by the hand, and dragged him to the room next door.
"Come on, git." England mumbled. There better be a good reason to why he was like this today! He made England worried. He didn't like to admit he was concern with America.
Once in the room, England decided to start the conversation. The boy looked like somebody tied his tongue. "A-me-ri-ca." His former guardian stretched out his name. "It's been awhile…" The green eyed nation examined his nails. They have actually talked almost every day, but did this America know that?
"I-indeed it has!" The younger nation spouted out. England noted that he was still red. The boy was still acting like a teenager. Go figure. England was still keeping a firm grip on his wrist.
The English nation stopped to give the young man look. "This uniform…" England tugged on the old faded out blue fabric. "It's been years since I last saw you wearing this." Memories of the American Revolutionary War faded in and out through his mind. The conflicts, the bodies, the blood. The souls of those who died for what they believe in…
England turned to him. "All of your clothes are in the wash?"
Alfred nodded. England casually noted. "That's strange," He stepped closer to him. "I left your clothes by the front door this morning." He had them already washed and ready to go. So why didn't he wear them?
"Y-you did?" Alfred squeaked. "I-I guess I didn't see them."
"I see." England didn't move from his spot. Liar! England knew him for ages. This boy… he wasn't like the America he knew right now. But yet… he still acted like America. Back then.
Alfred hesitantly asked the older nation. "A-are we done?"
"Not yet, boy." It has been years since England actually saw his former colony as a 'boy'. Something was off.
Alfred's shoulders lowered. "Don't slouch." England barked at him. "What's wrong with you today, America?" He continued. "Stop being so-"
"So what?" Alfred snapped. "So stupid? So ignorant? So dependent?" Out of control, the colony aggressively locked his hands around his former guardian.
"Why do you always criticize me?" He cried. "Why can't you just let me be?"
"America…" England choked out. The child's overwhelming power nearly broke his ribs. What was with him today?
"ENGLAND!" Someone's distant voice broke out. The weak wooden door diminished. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS ARGUING ABOUT?"
Oh bullocks! England silently swore. New York was at the door to see his father choking the English man.
"E-england!" Alfred's eyes suddenly grew wide. Tears spilled out. "I'm so sorry!" He released his former guardian, and dashed out of the building. England fell to the floor.
"Dad!" New York called out. "Where are you going?" His question fell on deaf ears. "DAD! AMERICA!"
"Dad…" The New Yorker repeated. Shock was all he had on his mind.
England struggled to stand up.
"YOU!" Albert turned to England. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HIM?"
"I didn't do anything!" England shouted back. "I just asked him some questions of his behavior!"
"You dick!" New York didn't care what his reason was. "Now he's out there!"
"What am I suppose to do about that?" England asked the state.
"Well don't just stand there! Go after him!"
"Well, maybe I bloody will!" England yelled back. He ran off in telling him so.
America, where did you go? England wondered.
Normal POV again
England exited from the summit building to search for America. Where was the bloody idiot? As usual, New York was crowded and was cramped with cars zig zigging left to right. He mindlessly dodged the many cars around him; their honks of protest were unheard. All he heard was America's voice playing over and over again.
"England!" He missed the sound of the American's young voice. He was so cute back then…
Wait, no. He should be thinking about the America the nation. Not America the colony.
Didn't America have a cell phone? England quickly dialed his phone number, only to have found the answer machine on speaker.
The cool woman's voice came up. "Sorry, the number you have dial, is unavaila-"
England slammed his cell phone down. Crap. He left his cell phone off. Impossible! The idiot never left it off. He was always waiting for a call from him or his president!
England ran through the stores around the area. No. GameStop? Nope. The bank? No sir-ey.
When England arrived at Central Park, he felt a sudden tug to the western area of the giant park.
"Do you sense him?" New York snuck behind him.
"Can't you feel him?" England asked back. All nations had an in built sense to detect their own kind.
"You're stronger than me. Your skill in magic also helps."
England sighed. "Fine," He stopped to close his eyes into focus, feeling the dense stiff air around him. A sudden jab vibrated into his skull. A faint blue aura that only England could see clouded around the concrete sidewalk several meters from where England and New York stood.
"There he is." He pointed to the direction where he sensed America. The colony was sitting on the curb of the block, he was still crying. His blue uniform was worn and torn. There was dirt all over his pale face. Hm. That was strange. It has been awhile since America had pale skin.(4)
"Dad…" New York started to approach him. England blocked his way to hug America instead.
"What are you…?" New York started to question.
"Shhh…" England pressed his index finger on his lips to silent the state. "I'll take care of this."
"But…"
"I said I would fix my errors." England promised. "And so I shall."
"America, are you okay?" England asked him as he hugged his former colony.
"I'm sorry… England…" He hoarsely cried into England's arms.
"I-it's okay." England awkwardly patted him on the head. "It happens all the time." This only made him cry even more.
"I won't forgive you for this." New York gently pressed the bridge of his glasses up. The sunshine bounced off, as if to emphasize his anger.
"I don't care." England informed the state. "You never forgave me for that war either."
New York didn't have a comeback for that.
"After this, you better tell me what's going on." England wanted to know. "I know that you know what happened to America."
"What makes you think that I know?" New York coldly asked him. "I know as much as you know. That is all I can tell you."
"Tell me what you know." England pressed on.
"First, take him home." New York ordered.
"Which one?" He asked.
"The one in West Virginia. It's safe there."
"Okay then…"
On their ride back to West Virginia, Alfred rested his head on England's lap, much to New York's annoyance. He was irritated that even after the war, Alfred still wanted England. How could he forgive him so easily? He knew that those two had a 'special relation', but he didn't know that it was like this!
"This isn't Alfred, is it?" England assumed.
"No." New York agreed. "This isn't the Alfred you knew."
"So is he a spy?"
"Come on England, be observant." New York chided. "Doesn't he share the same aura as him?" He did.
England stared blanking at the New Yorker. Albert groaned. How dense could this guy get? "This is Alfred. Just not from 2005."
The English gentleman glared at New York this time. "Don't tell me that this boy comes from the bloody Revolutionary War period!"
"He did."
"How is that even possible? Not even my magic could extend to that limit!" England was between fascination and horror. Fascinated that Alfred could accomplish such a feat. But he was also in horror, for knowing that the boy was oblivious to the future, and may possibly be stuck in the future.
"Look, I don't know, okay?" New York was clearly frustrated with the situation as England has. Both have now known about the Alfred's problem, but both were confused of its happening and how to get him back to his original time.
England than asked the same question both of them had in mind. "Even if he did get back, what would happen to the past? Now that he knows what happened in the future?" England frowned. Stupid time paradox.
"This why we need to do research." New York told him.
"With what?" England asked back. "The neighborhood's local library?" Sarcasm dripped off his tongue.
New York gave him a strange look. "Sure," He shrugged. "Why not? New York's library has one of the best libraries in the world! We'll manage."
"And the debts? Papers? Who's dealing with America's paperwork?"
"One of the states will sign them." New York was sick of the stupid Brit's questions.
"England, don't estimate us states." New York warned him. "We're weak as individuals, but together, we stand."
When they finally arrived to West Virginia, New York waved them farewell, before departing. America was still asleep.
"Where are you going?" England asked out of curiosity.
Albert gave him a grim look. "I'm going to my sister's house." England saw that he was wary. "Virginia gave me a phone call. Something about 'that idiot who refused to do his own paperwork'."
England stared at him.
Albert rolled his eyes. "Don't ask."
Before he left, he added, "Be sure to take care of Father, okay? Do anything funny, and I'll ask California(5) to break off your limbs!"
England sighed. America and his crazy kids.
Little did England knew, that America was awake the whole time. Alfred was confused. He felt hurt. He just injured England! But England just brushed it off, like it did when he was a child…
He thought that England and America in the future had a good relation. At least from what Albert told him. So why did England act so cold towards him?
England must still hate me… Alfred thought. He called him a git. He didn't have the same warm look as he did back then. He didn't look like Arthur. He looked like England the empire. The former empire had a dark hard look in his eyes. He no longer loved him… Because he succeed from him.
Why did things have to be this way? Alfred wondered in grim thoughts. Couldn't he was independent, and still be accepted by England? He just wanted to be seen as Alfred. Not America the country.
England… Alfred sighed when he arrived home. Please forgive me…
In another time…
"Sir, we found him lying on the field. What should we do with him?"
"Take him to the nearest shelter."
"Sir, are you sure?"
England looked at the British soldier. "Of course I'm sure." Of he was sure…
After all… he was the British Empire.
Author Notes:
(1) Oh Albert…
(2) I heard somewhere that Europeans' talking distant between each other tends to be closer compared to those for Americans.
(3) I'm just assuming that he's physically 16 for the time's moment.
(4) The change of America's skin is due to the growing population of immigrants and because he moved west, where it is more common for people to have tan skin.
(5) For those who are curious, California is a guy. He is not biologically related to Alfred. He is adopted from the Mexican succession, and has ridiculous strength thanks to having his economy taking up a big portion of America's business. However, the economy crisis has taken a toll on his strength. He is biologically the child of Spain. No, I don't know who the mother is.
Notes: Sorry if this chapter was crappy. The wording was pretty bad for my taste, but I'm just excited to finish this chapter. This chapter was literally finished overnight.
I started this chapter way back in March, but then, testing and finals came around and I had to abandon my fanfics for awhile. But now, school is over! -waves American flag- Summer is now full of fanfiction writing time! However, I will probably update one per week at its fastest, since I have other stuff to do too.
Be sure to drop by any suggestions and ideas when you review. Criticism is always appreciated. Reviews = happy author.
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 5: Interrogation
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.
NEWS: Title was changed from Blast from the Revolution: Past Mayhem, to Lucid Memories. Will go back later to change titles of other chapters.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
"New York," A young man's voice came from behind the two Americans. Alfred felt his chest violently jerk from surprise of the man's urgent tone. That accent…
Albert didn't bother to turn around to see the stranger's identity.
"What is it, England?" Albert sounded bored with no hint of interest. This was the second time today that the English nation had decided to interfere with them. The New Yorker was not that fond of his former guardian.
Alfred heard a huff escape from the older nation's mouth. "May I speak to America?" His name was subtly emphasized with the italics. "There are some businesses we need to discuss about concerning about… our trading relation…"
There were pauses in his words, showing some effort of picking the right words.
America turned around to open his mouth when his son jumped in, "We can't," New York lied. "We need to leave now." He was still looking away from the Englishman. There was a cold gleam in his cool blue eyes.
"It won't take that long." England assured him.
New York did not give in. "You could always talk to one of my siblings." He did not want England to find out. About his father. This was a family issue. "Father isn't always the best with the details of politics."
England remained calm, telling him, "America is his own nation," His face was stern. "I'm sure that he is very aware of the whole issue." Neither of the two arguing nations was aware that both of them were lying to each other.
America was annoyed by the two of them arguing. At this rate, they were going to miss the next train ride.
As if he read his mind, New York mentioned, "We're going to be late."
"Five minutes won't take too long." England argued back.
"I- Hey!" New York shouted in protest when England walked past by him, ignoring him! Taking his beet red faced father by the hand, and dragging him to the room next door! This was outrageous! What if he raped him?(1) Alfred stuttered in clusters of unidentifiable words.
"Come on, git." New York heard the English nation grumble. England didn't seem to have caught Alfred's look of hurt. Shit. Alfred didn't know that England still hated him.
New York could only watch his father get dragged off by the sadistic bastard. It'll only be five minutes, he had to remind himself. He flipped out his cell phone to check the time.
He closed his eyes as he started to count, "One Mississippi, two Mississippi…"
"A-me-ri-ca." His former guardian stretched out his name. "It's been awhile…" The green eyed nation examined his nails. This was his best way to start the conversation?
"I-indeed it has!" The younger nation spouted out. His face was still slightly red; England was still keeping a firm grip on his wrist.
The English nation stopped to give the young man look. "This uniform…" England tugged on the old faded out blue fabric. "It's been years since I last saw you wearing this."
Alfred gulped. What happened to the trading talk?
England turned to him. "All of your clothes are in the wash?"
Alfred nodded. England casually noted. "That's strange," He stepped closer to him. "I left your clothes by the front door this morning."
Alfred's guts plunged down. The two were less than a few inches apart. Alfred felt uncomfortable of how close they were. Was the current America usually this close with Arth-, England?
"Y-you did?" Alfred squeaked. "I-I guess I didn't see them."
"I see." England didn't move from his spot.
Alfred hesitantly asked the older nation. "A-are we done?" He wished that England wouldn't stand so close to him!(2)
"Not yet, boy." God, he hated how the England in the future still addressed him as a boy. He was legally a man! He was 16!(3)
Alfred's shoulders lowered. "Don't slouch." England barked at him. "What's wrong with you today, America?" He continued. "Stop being so-"
"So what?" Alfred snapped. "So stupid? So ignorant? So dependent?" Out of control, the colony aggressively locked his hands around his former guardian.
"Why do you always criticize me?" He cried. "Why can't you just let me be?"
"America…" England choked out. The child's overwhelming power nearly broke his ribs.
"ENGLAND!" Someone's distant voice broke out. The weak wooden door diminished. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS ARGUING ABOUT?"
Oh bullocks! England silently swore. New York was at the door to see his father choking the English man.
"E-england!" Alfred's eyes suddenly grew wide. Tears spilled out. "I'm so sorry!" He released his former guardian, and dashed out of the building. England fell to the floor.
"Dad!" New York called out. "Where are you going?" His question fell on deaf ears. "DAD! AMERICA!"
"Dad…" The New Yorker repeated. Shock was all he had on his mind.
England struggled to stand up.
"YOU!" Albert turned to England. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HIM?"
"I didn't do anything!" England shouted back. "I just asked him some questions of his behavior!"
"You dick!" New York didn't care what his reason was. "Now he's out there!"
"What am I suppose to do about that?" England asked the state.
"Well don't just stand there! Go after him!"
"Well, maybe I bloody will!" England yelled back. He ran off in telling him so.
America, where did you go? They both wondered.
England's POV
The meeting was tiring. England was concern about America's well being. Shouldn't he be well today after his rest? Ahead of him, he caught sight of the two blond Americans quietly chatting to one another. Now was his chance.
"New York!"
The state didn't bother to turn to face him. What a rude twat! "What is it England?"
England's throat went dry. "May I speak to America?"
"There are some businesses we need to discuss about concerning about… our trading relation…" He tried to find the proper excuse to talk to the boy.
America turned around to open his mouth when his son jumped in, "We can't, we need to leave now." He was still looking away from the Englishman. England chose to ignore his cold look.
"It won't take that long." England assured him.
New York did not give in. "You could always talk to one of my siblings." Like hell he would talk to them! Bunch of gits. "Father isn't always the best with the details of politics."
England remained calm, telling him, "America is his own nation," His face was stern. "I'm sure that he is very aware of the whole issue."
"We're going to be late." New York loudly told him.
"Five minutes won't take too long." England argued back.
England sighed. They needed a place to quietly discuss the question of what was wrong with the American.
"I- Hey!" New York shouted in protest when England walked past by him. England took America by the hand, and dragged him to the room next door.
"Come on, git." England mumbled. There better be a good reason to why he was like this today! He made England worried. He didn't like to admit he was concern with America.
Once in the room, England decided to start the conversation. The boy looked like somebody tied his tongue. "A-me-ri-ca." His former guardian stretched out his name. "It's been awhile…" The green eyed nation examined his nails. They have actually talked almost every day, but did this America know that?
"I-indeed it has!" The younger nation spouted out. England noted that he was still red. The boy was still acting like a teenager. Go figure. England was still keeping a firm grip on his wrist.
The English nation stopped to give the young man look. "This uniform…" England tugged on the old faded out blue fabric. "It's been years since I last saw you wearing this." Memories of the American Revolutionary War faded in and out through his mind. The conflicts, the bodies, the blood. The souls of those who died for what they believe in…
England turned to him. "All of your clothes are in the wash?"
Alfred nodded. England casually noted. "That's strange," He stepped closer to him. "I left your clothes by the front door this morning." He had them already washed and ready to go. So why didn't he wear them?
"Y-you did?" Alfred squeaked. "I-I guess I didn't see them."
"I see." England didn't move from his spot. Liar! England knew him for ages. This boy… he wasn't like the America he knew right now. But yet… he still acted like America. Back then.
Alfred hesitantly asked the older nation. "A-are we done?"
"Not yet, boy." It has been years since England actually saw his former colony as a 'boy'. Something was off.
Alfred's shoulders lowered. "Don't slouch." England barked at him. "What's wrong with you today, America?" He continued. "Stop being so-"
"So what?" Alfred snapped. "So stupid? So ignorant? So dependent?" Out of control, the colony aggressively locked his hands around his former guardian.
"Why do you always criticize me?" He cried. "Why can't you just let me be?"
"America…" England choked out. The child's overwhelming power nearly broke his ribs. What was with him today?
"ENGLAND!" Someone's distant voice broke out. The weak wooden door diminished. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS ARGUING ABOUT?"
Oh bullocks! England silently swore. New York was at the door to see his father choking the English man.
"E-england!" Alfred's eyes suddenly grew wide. Tears spilled out. "I'm so sorry!" He released his former guardian, and dashed out of the building. England fell to the floor.
"Dad!" New York called out. "Where are you going?" His question fell on deaf ears. "DAD! AMERICA!"
"Dad…" The New Yorker repeated. Shock was all he had on his mind.
England struggled to stand up.
"YOU!" Albert turned to England. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HIM?"
"I didn't do anything!" England shouted back. "I just asked him some questions of his behavior!"
"You dick!" New York didn't care what his reason was. "Now he's out there!"
"What am I suppose to do about that?" England asked the state.
"Well don't just stand there! Go after him!"
"Well, maybe I bloody will!" England yelled back. He ran off in telling him so.
America, where did you go? England wondered.
Normal POV again
England exited from the summit building to search for America. Where was the bloody idiot? As usual, New York was crowded and was cramped with cars zig zigging left to right. He mindlessly dodged the many cars around him; their honks of protest were unheard. All he heard was America's voice playing over and over again.
"England!" He missed the sound of the American's young voice. He was so cute back then…
Wait, no. He should be thinking about the America the nation. Not America the colony.
Didn't America have a cell phone? England quickly dialed his phone number, only to have found the answer machine on speaker.
The cool woman's voice came up. "Sorry, the number you have dial, is unavaila-"
England slammed his cell phone down. Crap. He left his cell phone off. Impossible! The idiot never left it off. He was always waiting for a call from him or his president!
England ran through the stores around the area. No. GameStop? Nope. The bank? No sir-ey.
When England arrived at Central Park, he felt a sudden tug to the western area of the giant park.
"Do you sense him?" New York snuck behind him.
"Can't you feel him?" England asked back. All nations had an in built sense to detect their own kind.
"You're stronger than me. Your skill in magic also helps."
England sighed. "Fine," He stopped to close his eyes into focus, feeling the dense stiff air around him. A sudden jab vibrated into his skull. A faint blue aura that only England could see clouded around the concrete sidewalk several meters from where England and New York stood.
"There he is." He pointed to the direction where he sensed America. The colony was sitting on the curb of the block, he was still crying. His blue uniform was worn and torn. There was dirt all over his pale face. Hm. That was strange. It has been awhile since America had pale skin.(4)
"Dad…" New York started to approach him. England blocked his way to hug America instead.
"What are you…?" New York started to question.
"Shhh…" England pressed his index finger on his lips to silent the state. "I'll take care of this."
"But…"
"I said I would fix my errors." England promised. "And so I shall."
"America, are you okay?" England asked him as he hugged his former colony.
"I'm sorry… England…" He hoarsely cried into England's arms.
"I-it's okay." England awkwardly patted him on the head. "It happens all the time." This only made him cry even more.
"I won't forgive you for this." New York gently pressed the bridge of his glasses up. The sunshine bounced off, as if to emphasize his anger.
"I don't care." England informed the state. "You never forgave me for that war either."
New York didn't have a comeback for that.
"After this, you better tell me what's going on." England wanted to know. "I know that you know what happened to America."
"What makes you think that I know?" New York coldly asked him. "I know as much as you know. That is all I can tell you."
"Tell me what you know." England pressed on.
"First, take him home." New York ordered.
"Which one?" He asked.
"The one in West Virginia. It's safe there."
"Okay then…"
On their ride back to West Virginia, Alfred rested his head on England's lap, much to New York's annoyance. He was irritated that even after the war, Alfred still wanted England. How could he forgive him so easily? He knew that those two had a 'special relation', but he didn't know that it was like this!
"This isn't Alfred, is it?" England assumed.
"No." New York agreed. "This isn't the Alfred you knew."
"So is he a spy?"
"Come on England, be observant." New York chided. "Doesn't he share the same aura as him?" He did.
England stared blanking at the New Yorker. Albert groaned. How dense could this guy get? "This is Alfred. Just not from 2005."
The English gentleman glared at New York this time. "Don't tell me that this boy comes from the bloody Revolutionary War period!"
"He did."
"How is that even possible? Not even my magic could extend to that limit!" England was between fascination and horror. Fascinated that Alfred could accomplish such a feat. But he was also in horror, for knowing that the boy was oblivious to the future, and may possibly be stuck in the future.
"Look, I don't know, okay?" New York was clearly frustrated with the situation as England has. Both have now known about the Alfred's problem, but both were confused of its happening and how to get him back to his original time.
England than asked the same question both of them had in mind. "Even if he did get back, what would happen to the past? Now that he knows what happened in the future?" England frowned. Stupid time paradox.
"This why we need to do research." New York told him.
"With what?" England asked back. "The neighborhood's local library?" Sarcasm dripped off his tongue.
New York gave him a strange look. "Sure," He shrugged. "Why not? New York's library has one of the best libraries in the world! We'll manage."
"And the debts? Papers? Who's dealing with America's paperwork?"
"One of the states will sign them." New York was sick of the stupid Brit's questions.
"England, don't estimate us states." New York warned him. "We're weak as individuals, but together, we stand."
When they finally arrived to West Virginia, New York waved them farewell, before departing. America was still asleep.
"Where are you going?" England asked out of curiosity.
Albert gave him a grim look. "I'm going to my sister's house." England saw that he was wary. "Virginia gave me a phone call. Something about 'that idiot who refused to do his own paperwork'."
England stared at him.
Albert rolled his eyes. "Don't ask."
Before he left, he added, "Be sure to take care of Father, okay? Do anything funny, and I'll ask California(5) to break off your limbs!"
England sighed. America and his crazy kids.
Little did England knew, that America was awake the whole time. Alfred was confused. He felt hurt. He just injured England! But England just brushed it off, like it did when he was a child…
He thought that England and America in the future had a good relation. At least from what Albert told him. So why did England act so cold towards him?
England must still hate me… Alfred thought. He called him a git. He didn't have the same warm look as he did back then. He didn't look like Arthur. He looked like England the empire. The former empire had a dark hard look in his eyes. He no longer loved him… Because he succeed from him.
Why did things have to be this way? Alfred wondered in grim thoughts. Couldn't he was independent, and still be accepted by England? He just wanted to be seen as Alfred. Not America the country.
England… Alfred sighed when he arrived home. Please forgive me…
In another time…
"Sir, we found him lying on the field. What should we do with him?"
"Take him to the nearest shelter."
"Sir, are you sure?"
England looked at the British soldier. "Of course I'm sure." Of he was sure…
After all… he was the British Empire.
Author Notes:
(1) Oh Albert…
(2) I heard somewhere that Europeans' talking distant between each other tends to be closer compared to those for Americans.
(3) I'm just assuming that he's physically 16 for the time's moment.
(4) The change of America's skin is due to the growing population of immigrants and because he moved west, where it is more common for people to have tan skin.
(5) For those who are curious, California is a guy. He is not biologically related to Alfred. He is adopted from the Mexican succession, and has ridiculous strength thanks to having his economy taking up a big portion of America's business. However, the economy crisis has taken a toll on his strength. He is biologically the child of Spain. No, I don't know who the mother is.
Notes: Sorry if this chapter was crappy. The wording was pretty bad for my taste, but I'm just excited to finish this chapter. This chapter was literally finished overnight.
I started this chapter way back in March, but then, testing and finals came around and I had to abandon my fanfics for awhile. But now, school is over! -waves American flag- Summer is now full of fanfiction writing time! However, I will probably update one per week at its fastest, since I have other stuff to do too.
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