Never See Your Face Again (2/?)
Title: Never See Your Face Again (2/?)
Author: starfoxx322
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America/England, Japan, Germany/Italy, Belarus -> Russia, the world, fairies
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: England’s mouth. America’s mouth. Prussia being Prussia. Immaturity. Crude humor/sexual themes.
Summary: It seems Alfred has hurt Arthur one time too many. Now the fairies are going to take action and make him pay, using a wish of Arthur’s as their curse against the American.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ August 22nd, 2010, 7:55 am
Alfred yawns and rolls out of bed. Hitting the snooze button five times is probably a bit much, he thought. Not that it matters, because he’s a hero and heroes are never late. They arrive exactly when they intend to and everyone else is just early. A glance at the clock tells him that he’ll probably be late by the rest of the world’s standards this morning. Seriously, who the heck schedules meetings at 8 am anyway? It was absolutely ridiculous. That meant getting up at 7 am, 7:30 at the latest. Absolutely insane. The silly un-awesome Europeans were probably so jet lagged that they couldn’t sleep decently on United States (of Awesome) time.
He throws on a not-too-wrinkled suit he finds on the floor and grabs a pair of mismatched socks; it doesn’t really matter... who pays attention to socks, anyway? He’s out the door a mere three minutes after he finally chose to get out of bed, leaving himself two minutes to get to the conference center on time. It’s a five-minute drive and he’s walking or, rather, running. As he passes a Mickey D’s, he realizes that he forgot to eat breakfast. Dammit. It’s going to be one of those days, he thought. He has no idea how true this statement will turn out to be.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Right then, I think we can assume our host has overslept, so we will begin the meeting without him. That demands silence!” Ludwig smacked the table, causing half the world to jump in their seats and the other half to shut up, at least for the moment. Arthur twitched a bit at the indirect mention of that man, but he quickly pushed away his feelings. They meant nothing. Alfr- No, America meant nothing to him. He was just another nation, a co-worker/business partner. Nothing more.
“Ve, Germany, since this is America’s meeting, he’s supposed to speak a lot, right?” Feliciano tugged on Ludwig’s sleeve. “We kind of need him to start. What do we do until then ve~?”
“Ah, er…” The German looked lost for an answer. “I suppose we could--”
“Get drunk, start a hot dance party, and end this thing with a worldwide orgy!” Gilbert shouted from the back of the room. Ludwig facepalmed. American security was indeed living up to its very low standards; He had specifically told them not to let his brother in. Fortunately, Hungarian security was much better.
“No, dumbass,” snapped Elizaveta as she delivered a frying pan to the head of a very unfortunate ex-country. She then proceeded to toss him out the nearest window. A two-story fall couldn’t hurt his thick skull that badly, she reasoned.
“We can start without America, da?” said Ivan, smiling cheerfully yet sinisterly. “After all, the world does not revolve around him. I will propose the first topic. Everyone should become one with Russia, da?”
Everyone stared at Ivan. He smiled back, and then shrieked like a small girl as Natalia attacked him from behind, screaming “Yes! Yes! We shall get married immediately and become one this very night!” Ivan fled the room in terror and everything erupted into chaos. Arthur groaned. This was going to be a long day.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Alfred cannot understand it. Security did not ask for any identification (which is bad, even by his standards). Ludwig ignored his yelling for fifteen minutes before Alfred gave up. He had poked Arthur in the head with a pen multiple times, put a “Kick Me” sign on Eduard’s back, switched around all the Asian nation’s nametags (what’s the difference anyway?), pantsed Ludwig while he was presenting (he was NOT asking why the German’s boxers had little Italian flags on them), and stolen Francis’s underwear (just don’t ask.)
Nothing. At least, nothing aimed at him. Yes, there was yelling (especially when Ludwig’s pants went down). Yes, everyone was extremely pissed (Arthur was threatening to curse whoever was making the pen float and slam into his forehead). Yes, everyone seemed to care that odd things were happening (except for Francis, who didn’t seem to have noticed his missing undergarments. Scary.) But they weren’t yelling at him. They weren’t telling him to grow up. They weren’t threatening to stab him to death with chopsticks (Alfred had no doubt that Yao would really do it, given proper incentive).
It was creepy.
Alfred decides that he’s probably invisible. He can see himself in the reflective glass of the meeting room window, so it’s not like he’s a full blown invisible man or anything. But something is making it so that no one else can see him. Alfred intends to take full advantage of this fact. He wishes someone could see the evil smile he is wearing. It would probably even make that commie bastard shit his oversized pants.
Let the fun begin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The day’s meeting had been a disaster. Arthur was convinced that some sort of poltergeist had been in the room: messing with papers, drawing obscene things on the whiteboard, tying the Vargas brother’s ahoges together, letting Gilbert back into the meeting, and pantsing pretty much everyone who stood up (at least Germany’s relationship with the younger Vargas brother had been confirmed). He probably had a bruise on his forehead from being poked in the head with a pen so many times. Moreover, that person hadn’t even shown up to the meeting, not that one would notice with all the shenanigans that their invisible tormentor had pulled. He would have to talk to the fairies. Perhaps they could do something about it.
“Arthur-san, do you know where Alfred-san is?” Kiku asked as they departed to the hotel together. “While being late is not uncharacteristic, it is not like him to skip meetings altogether, especially when he is the host.”
“Why the hell would I know why the bugger skipped out on a chance to push his stupidity onto the rest of the world?” snapped Arthur. Alfred was still a taboo subject with him. The wanker had worsened everything, as far as Arthur was concerned, by disappearing and making everyone talk only about him. Kiku seemed to notice his companion’s irritability over the subject.
“Ah. I am sorry if I said something impolite. I was unaware that Alfred-san’s disappearance was an uncomfortable subject.” The Japanese man bowed in apology.
“No, no, it’s fine, I just have a bit of headache today,” Arthur said, trying his best not to let his Alfred-induced turmoil spill out onto his best friend.
“I believe that we all do, after what occurred during today’s meeting. But let us not speak of that,” Kiku said quickly, seeing the look of irritation that crossed Arthur’s face. “Gilbert-san claims to have bought out a nearby bar and I heard that almost everyone is going out for a drink tonight. Perhaps you would like to come?”
“Fuck yes would I ever,” groaned Arthur, ignoring his good sense, which was saying that consuming large amounts of alcohol would not be a good choice considering his current state of mind. “I will meet you at five and we can go together, if that is acceptable,” Kiku replied.
Arthur nodded and absentmindedly wandered into the hotel, running into the glass door before remembering that doors must be opened if one wants to walk through them. Kiku watched his friend go and frowned. There was most definitely something else on Arthur’s mind, besides today’s disaster of a meeting and Alfred’s disappearance. Perhaps he could find out the answer tonight.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Alfred hears about this bar party that the other nations are planning to have. He plans to go and wreak more delightfully hilarious havoc, but he is stopped the moment he tries to leave the hotel.
A short woman with long flowing brown hair, exquisitely beautiful brown eyes, and a lovely scowl on her face blocks his way.
“You are not going anywhere tonight, Alfred F. Jones.”
His mouth drops open and he tries to ask who the hell she is, how she knows his name, and why she can see him, but all that comes out is “Whaa?” The woman and her pink-haired friend who has the same aura of enchanting beauty drag him back to his room.
He sits down on the bed, staring open mouthed at the two of them. The brown haired one sighs. She seems to be in charge and the other woman (more of a girl really) hides behind her sweeping skirt and peers at him mischievously. Alfred is about to ask what is happening when the brown haired woman speaks.
“Alfred F. Jones, you have made one too many mistakes when it comes to the one whose heart you hold. You have been cursed.” Alfred has no idea how to respond to all of this. Curses are real? Someone’s in love with him? Mistakes? “Whaa?”
“Donella, this man is silly. Alfred only makes that one noise. Did Titania curse Alfred to do that too?” the pink girl asks, with genuine curiosity.
“No Raisie, that is simply his own stupidity showing itself,” Donella replies. “It will pass.”
By now Alfred’s brain has sorted itself out a bit and he’s realized that this whole thing about “being cursed” is complete and utter bullshit. Magic doesn’t exist. He’s being played. The hilariousness of the whole situation dawns upon him and all of the sudden he’s bent over laughing. Either someone is playing an elaborate joke on him, or he’s gotten super powers (which are totally real, haven’t anyone ever heard of Superman?) Either way, it’s completely laughable that somebody would try to convince him he was under a non-existent curse.
"Listen lady,” he says finally, righting himself and standing up, one hand on the bed so that he won’t fall over if he has another laughing fit. “Magic doesn’t exist. So go tell Arthur or whoever sent you that this was very funny and I laughed my ass off. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have invisible superpowers to take advantage of.”
He tries to brush past her, but the brown haired girl shoves him back with a surprising amount of force for a woman so petite.
The girl in pink steps forward. "Nothing up Raisie’s sleeve!” the she sings, which Alfred finds a bit odd at first because he dress is sleeveless. Then Raisie claps her hands together and brings them apart and there is a perfect pink rose floating in midair. Alfred gawks and reaches out and grabs it. It looks, feels, and smells real. When Donella takes it from him, one of the thorns cuts his fingers. Donella shakes the rose in front of his face to get his attention and next thing he knows there is small brown bird sitting in her hand. It flies around the room once before the elegant brown woman clasps it in both hands and it is gone. She lets him see her empty palms and says to him sharply.
“Let us operate under the assumption that magic is real and that you did not develop ‘superpowers’ and become invisible to the world overnight.”
“O… kay.” Alfred’s reply is short, trying to take it all in. Damn, those were some good special effects. How did they manage to rig his hotel room like that? Whoever these two were, they were obviously experts at illusion.
“Now as to your curse,” Donella continues and Alfred mentally rolls his eyes. “Raisie and I could remove your curse, if we so chose. However, there is one problem,” she begins to explain.
Raisie pops out from behind the other woman and runs up to Alfred, much like a small child who knows something important. “Alfred got cursed because the one who loves him wished it,” sings Raisie glibly. “Alfred needs to make this person take the wish back. That’s the only way Donella and Raisie can do anything.”
“Well that isn’t cryptic at all. Mind telling me who this mystery person is? I got no clue,” snaps Alfred, growing irritated with the whole situation. The so-called magic show was nice, but he’s got places to be, people to annoy. If he really has superpowers, awesome. If not, he wants the joke to be over with before he makes a complete fool out of himself. End of story.
"Look closely and you will find,” replies Donella and she and Raisie vanish, making Alfred wonder if he’s getting hallucinations along with invisibility.
"Well fuck that,” he grumbles, not willing to put forth the effort over something so stupid. If this curse is real and this person really loves him, they’ll wish him back to visibility sooner or later. If not, he has awesome superpowers or everyone will get bored with the joke and things will go back to normal. A win-win situation either way, as far as he sees it. He rolls over and begins to plan out the next day’s escapades, not really in the mood to go and interrupt the bar party anymore. His mind wanders back to this morning, and he realizes that he was right. Today most definitely turned out to be one of those days.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It seems not having to sit through school all day and being left to one's own devices does wonders for one's creativity. That and the fact it's frikin' cold outside and I have nothing better to do but huddle under a blanket and write. Many thanks to sutera for beta'ing . You're awesome dear. <3
It may or may not continue...
Author: starfoxx322
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America/England, Japan, Germany/Italy, Belarus -> Russia, the world, fairies
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: England’s mouth. America’s mouth. Prussia being Prussia. Immaturity. Crude humor/sexual themes.
Summary: It seems Alfred has hurt Arthur one time too many. Now the fairies are going to take action and make him pay, using a wish of Arthur’s as their curse against the American.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ August 22nd, 2010, 7:55 am
Alfred yawns and rolls out of bed. Hitting the snooze button five times is probably a bit much, he thought. Not that it matters, because he’s a hero and heroes are never late. They arrive exactly when they intend to and everyone else is just early. A glance at the clock tells him that he’ll probably be late by the rest of the world’s standards this morning. Seriously, who the heck schedules meetings at 8 am anyway? It was absolutely ridiculous. That meant getting up at 7 am, 7:30 at the latest. Absolutely insane. The silly un-awesome Europeans were probably so jet lagged that they couldn’t sleep decently on United States (of Awesome) time.
He throws on a not-too-wrinkled suit he finds on the floor and grabs a pair of mismatched socks; it doesn’t really matter... who pays attention to socks, anyway? He’s out the door a mere three minutes after he finally chose to get out of bed, leaving himself two minutes to get to the conference center on time. It’s a five-minute drive and he’s walking or, rather, running. As he passes a Mickey D’s, he realizes that he forgot to eat breakfast. Dammit. It’s going to be one of those days, he thought. He has no idea how true this statement will turn out to be.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "Right then, I think we can assume our host has overslept, so we will begin the meeting without him. That demands silence!” Ludwig smacked the table, causing half the world to jump in their seats and the other half to shut up, at least for the moment. Arthur twitched a bit at the indirect mention of that man, but he quickly pushed away his feelings. They meant nothing. Alfr- No, America meant nothing to him. He was just another nation, a co-worker/business partner. Nothing more.
“Ve, Germany, since this is America’s meeting, he’s supposed to speak a lot, right?” Feliciano tugged on Ludwig’s sleeve. “We kind of need him to start. What do we do until then ve~?”
“Ah, er…” The German looked lost for an answer. “I suppose we could--”
“Get drunk, start a hot dance party, and end this thing with a worldwide orgy!” Gilbert shouted from the back of the room. Ludwig facepalmed. American security was indeed living up to its very low standards; He had specifically told them not to let his brother in. Fortunately, Hungarian security was much better.
“No, dumbass,” snapped Elizaveta as she delivered a frying pan to the head of a very unfortunate ex-country. She then proceeded to toss him out the nearest window. A two-story fall couldn’t hurt his thick skull that badly, she reasoned.
“We can start without America, da?” said Ivan, smiling cheerfully yet sinisterly. “After all, the world does not revolve around him. I will propose the first topic. Everyone should become one with Russia, da?”
Everyone stared at Ivan. He smiled back, and then shrieked like a small girl as Natalia attacked him from behind, screaming “Yes! Yes! We shall get married immediately and become one this very night!” Ivan fled the room in terror and everything erupted into chaos. Arthur groaned. This was going to be a long day.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Alfred cannot understand it. Security did not ask for any identification (which is bad, even by his standards). Ludwig ignored his yelling for fifteen minutes before Alfred gave up. He had poked Arthur in the head with a pen multiple times, put a “Kick Me” sign on Eduard’s back, switched around all the Asian nation’s nametags (what’s the difference anyway?), pantsed Ludwig while he was presenting (he was NOT asking why the German’s boxers had little Italian flags on them), and stolen Francis’s underwear (just don’t ask.)
Nothing. At least, nothing aimed at him. Yes, there was yelling (especially when Ludwig’s pants went down). Yes, everyone was extremely pissed (Arthur was threatening to curse whoever was making the pen float and slam into his forehead). Yes, everyone seemed to care that odd things were happening (except for Francis, who didn’t seem to have noticed his missing undergarments. Scary.) But they weren’t yelling at him. They weren’t telling him to grow up. They weren’t threatening to stab him to death with chopsticks (Alfred had no doubt that Yao would really do it, given proper incentive).
It was creepy.
Alfred decides that he’s probably invisible. He can see himself in the reflective glass of the meeting room window, so it’s not like he’s a full blown invisible man or anything. But something is making it so that no one else can see him. Alfred intends to take full advantage of this fact. He wishes someone could see the evil smile he is wearing. It would probably even make that commie bastard shit his oversized pants.
Let the fun begin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The day’s meeting had been a disaster. Arthur was convinced that some sort of poltergeist had been in the room: messing with papers, drawing obscene things on the whiteboard, tying the Vargas brother’s ahoges together, letting Gilbert back into the meeting, and pantsing pretty much everyone who stood up (at least Germany’s relationship with the younger Vargas brother had been confirmed). He probably had a bruise on his forehead from being poked in the head with a pen so many times. Moreover, that person hadn’t even shown up to the meeting, not that one would notice with all the shenanigans that their invisible tormentor had pulled. He would have to talk to the fairies. Perhaps they could do something about it.
“Arthur-san, do you know where Alfred-san is?” Kiku asked as they departed to the hotel together. “While being late is not uncharacteristic, it is not like him to skip meetings altogether, especially when he is the host.”
“Why the hell would I know why the bugger skipped out on a chance to push his stupidity onto the rest of the world?” snapped Arthur. Alfred was still a taboo subject with him. The wanker had worsened everything, as far as Arthur was concerned, by disappearing and making everyone talk only about him. Kiku seemed to notice his companion’s irritability over the subject.
“Ah. I am sorry if I said something impolite. I was unaware that Alfred-san’s disappearance was an uncomfortable subject.” The Japanese man bowed in apology.
“No, no, it’s fine, I just have a bit of headache today,” Arthur said, trying his best not to let his Alfred-induced turmoil spill out onto his best friend.
“I believe that we all do, after what occurred during today’s meeting. But let us not speak of that,” Kiku said quickly, seeing the look of irritation that crossed Arthur’s face. “Gilbert-san claims to have bought out a nearby bar and I heard that almost everyone is going out for a drink tonight. Perhaps you would like to come?”
“Fuck yes would I ever,” groaned Arthur, ignoring his good sense, which was saying that consuming large amounts of alcohol would not be a good choice considering his current state of mind. “I will meet you at five and we can go together, if that is acceptable,” Kiku replied.
Arthur nodded and absentmindedly wandered into the hotel, running into the glass door before remembering that doors must be opened if one wants to walk through them. Kiku watched his friend go and frowned. There was most definitely something else on Arthur’s mind, besides today’s disaster of a meeting and Alfred’s disappearance. Perhaps he could find out the answer tonight.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Alfred hears about this bar party that the other nations are planning to have. He plans to go and wreak more delightfully hilarious havoc, but he is stopped the moment he tries to leave the hotel.
A short woman with long flowing brown hair, exquisitely beautiful brown eyes, and a lovely scowl on her face blocks his way.
“You are not going anywhere tonight, Alfred F. Jones.”
His mouth drops open and he tries to ask who the hell she is, how she knows his name, and why she can see him, but all that comes out is “Whaa?” The woman and her pink-haired friend who has the same aura of enchanting beauty drag him back to his room.
He sits down on the bed, staring open mouthed at the two of them. The brown haired one sighs. She seems to be in charge and the other woman (more of a girl really) hides behind her sweeping skirt and peers at him mischievously. Alfred is about to ask what is happening when the brown haired woman speaks.
“Alfred F. Jones, you have made one too many mistakes when it comes to the one whose heart you hold. You have been cursed.” Alfred has no idea how to respond to all of this. Curses are real? Someone’s in love with him? Mistakes? “Whaa?”
“Donella, this man is silly. Alfred only makes that one noise. Did Titania curse Alfred to do that too?” the pink girl asks, with genuine curiosity.
“No Raisie, that is simply his own stupidity showing itself,” Donella replies. “It will pass.”
By now Alfred’s brain has sorted itself out a bit and he’s realized that this whole thing about “being cursed” is complete and utter bullshit. Magic doesn’t exist. He’s being played. The hilariousness of the whole situation dawns upon him and all of the sudden he’s bent over laughing. Either someone is playing an elaborate joke on him, or he’s gotten super powers (which are totally real, haven’t anyone ever heard of Superman?) Either way, it’s completely laughable that somebody would try to convince him he was under a non-existent curse.
"Listen lady,” he says finally, righting himself and standing up, one hand on the bed so that he won’t fall over if he has another laughing fit. “Magic doesn’t exist. So go tell Arthur or whoever sent you that this was very funny and I laughed my ass off. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have invisible superpowers to take advantage of.”
He tries to brush past her, but the brown haired girl shoves him back with a surprising amount of force for a woman so petite.
The girl in pink steps forward. "Nothing up Raisie’s sleeve!” the she sings, which Alfred finds a bit odd at first because he dress is sleeveless. Then Raisie claps her hands together and brings them apart and there is a perfect pink rose floating in midair. Alfred gawks and reaches out and grabs it. It looks, feels, and smells real. When Donella takes it from him, one of the thorns cuts his fingers. Donella shakes the rose in front of his face to get his attention and next thing he knows there is small brown bird sitting in her hand. It flies around the room once before the elegant brown woman clasps it in both hands and it is gone. She lets him see her empty palms and says to him sharply.
“Let us operate under the assumption that magic is real and that you did not develop ‘superpowers’ and become invisible to the world overnight.”
“O… kay.” Alfred’s reply is short, trying to take it all in. Damn, those were some good special effects. How did they manage to rig his hotel room like that? Whoever these two were, they were obviously experts at illusion.
“Now as to your curse,” Donella continues and Alfred mentally rolls his eyes. “Raisie and I could remove your curse, if we so chose. However, there is one problem,” she begins to explain.
Raisie pops out from behind the other woman and runs up to Alfred, much like a small child who knows something important. “Alfred got cursed because the one who loves him wished it,” sings Raisie glibly. “Alfred needs to make this person take the wish back. That’s the only way Donella and Raisie can do anything.”
“Well that isn’t cryptic at all. Mind telling me who this mystery person is? I got no clue,” snaps Alfred, growing irritated with the whole situation. The so-called magic show was nice, but he’s got places to be, people to annoy. If he really has superpowers, awesome. If not, he wants the joke to be over with before he makes a complete fool out of himself. End of story.
"Look closely and you will find,” replies Donella and she and Raisie vanish, making Alfred wonder if he’s getting hallucinations along with invisibility.
"Well fuck that,” he grumbles, not willing to put forth the effort over something so stupid. If this curse is real and this person really loves him, they’ll wish him back to visibility sooner or later. If not, he has awesome superpowers or everyone will get bored with the joke and things will go back to normal. A win-win situation either way, as far as he sees it. He rolls over and begins to plan out the next day’s escapades, not really in the mood to go and interrupt the bar party anymore. His mind wanders back to this morning, and he realizes that he was right. Today most definitely turned out to be one of those days.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It seems not having to sit through school all day and being left to one's own devices does wonders for one's creativity. That and the fact it's frikin' cold outside and I have nothing better to do but huddle under a blanket and write. Many thanks to sutera for beta'ing . You're awesome dear. <3
It may or may not continue...