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If We Won and You Lost
The group make their way toward the border.
“What now?” Miria asks
“Me, I what to see what ‘appened to me!” France shouts
“Yeah, after all this I am wondering how France is” America says
“From what I recall we went to Germany and fixed his, Prussia and Canadas situation, then we went to Spain and fixed my and the Italy’s, now we are in Russia and helped him and America. Miria mentioned that Japan and the Asians are okay so all that’s left is France” England says, listing it all off
“Zen ve are going to France” Germany says
“What’s left of it” Miria comments
It’s quiet the rest of the way back. At the truck Miria holds an elastic and sunglasses out to France.
“What are zese for?” he asks
“Your eyes and hair are your most defining features and you are supposed to be missing so it’s best to hide them”
“I don’t want to ‘ide zem” France says but still takes the elastic and does it in a bun then covers it with the hat. He then takes the sunglasses and reluctantly puts them on
He scowls when he hears a familiar snicker.
“Stop laughing Angleterre!” France shouts
“But it’s hard not to when you are hiding you ‘beautiful’ hair and eyes” England says, putting air quotes on the word beautiful
France frowns even more and grumbles French swears
“Are we going or not?” Miria asks
“Oui, let’s go” France says, jumping into the truck
The others follow suit, Miria being the last. She starts the vehicle and like before it only takes a few minutes to reach France. Here Miria slows down to let the others watch as they slowly drive through the ruble. France himself looks distraught, though it’s hard to tell with the sunglasses. Suddenly the truck jerks to a stop.
“We walk from here on” Miria says, getting out
They get out though France just stares at the ground. He obviously doesn’t want to touch the ground of his destroyed country.
“Come on frog, you were eager to come here and now you won’t get out” England says, annoyed
“You can’t blame me, my country is in ruins, who knows what I look like” France retorts, albeit weakly
France takes deep breaths and putts a foot on the ground. Canada puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles at him. France smiles back and puts his other foot down then. Lets go of the truck, following the others as they walk. Frances demeanor lessons the more he sees. He is close to fainting when they suddenly stop.
“Where are we” America asks
“It’s a bread shop” Miria answers
She walks inside, the nations following. The lady behind the counter tenses and is obviously trying not to look scared.
“How may I help you?” she asks
She is speaking German with a faded French accent. Germany stumbles forward. He looks back at Miria who pushed him. She only smiles so he decides to wing it. He clears his throat and looks back as the scared woman.
“I vould like to see France” he says
He jumps when she collapses. Looking over the counter he can tell she fainted.
“Is she ok?” Italy asks
Germany looks back at them and nods. “She fainted”
“Why would you say that?” England asks
“I don’t know, it was the only thing I could think of” Germany says
“Dude, it was going so well” America says
“For once I agree” Russia says
“Hai it was” Japan mumbles
“I want to go home but this ruined it, aru” China says
The group continue to argue.
“ENOUGH!” France yells
They go quiet. France takes the accessories off. He blinks and shakes his head. Hair falling free.
“I know we are all tired, but can we please just calm down and finish what we set out to do” Canada says
A man comes around the counter.
“Pardon but are you the nations?” he asks
“Oui, zat is us” France answers
He smiles happily.
“Then come with me”
He leads them though the back and another man pushes a box aside the first opens a trap door. He climbs down the ladder and the nations follow. At the bottom he turns on a light and there is a glass wall. Behind it is blue carpet and a bed, nothing else. Something is curled up in the far corner. The man walks over and knocks the glass.
“Mr., France, you have visitors” he says in thick French
It doesn’t move.
“Please come over, I know it will make you happy”
It moves and staying on the ground it slides along the carpet then stops. They slowly look up and the nations can’t believe what they see.
Bald head, messy beard, dull, nearly colorless eyes. France falls to his knees and crawls over.
“Are you really me?” he asks in disbelief
The group make their way toward the border.
“What now?” Miria asks
“Me, I what to see what ‘appened to me!” France shouts
“Yeah, after all this I am wondering how France is” America says
“From what I recall we went to Germany and fixed his, Prussia and Canadas situation, then we went to Spain and fixed my and the Italy’s, now we are in Russia and helped him and America. Miria mentioned that Japan and the Asians are okay so all that’s left is France” England says, listing it all off
“Zen ve are going to France” Germany says
“What’s left of it” Miria comments
It’s quiet the rest of the way back. At the truck Miria holds an elastic and sunglasses out to France.
“What are zese for?” he asks
“Your eyes and hair are your most defining features and you are supposed to be missing so it’s best to hide them”
“I don’t want to ‘ide zem” France says but still takes the elastic and does it in a bun then covers it with the hat. He then takes the sunglasses and reluctantly puts them on
He scowls when he hears a familiar snicker.
“Stop laughing Angleterre!” France shouts
“But it’s hard not to when you are hiding you ‘beautiful’ hair and eyes” England says, putting air quotes on the word beautiful
France frowns even more and grumbles French swears
“Are we going or not?” Miria asks
“Oui, let’s go” France says, jumping into the truck
The others follow suit, Miria being the last. She starts the vehicle and like before it only takes a few minutes to reach France. Here Miria slows down to let the others watch as they slowly drive through the ruble. France himself looks distraught, though it’s hard to tell with the sunglasses. Suddenly the truck jerks to a stop.
“We walk from here on” Miria says, getting out
They get out though France just stares at the ground. He obviously doesn’t want to touch the ground of his destroyed country.
“Come on frog, you were eager to come here and now you won’t get out” England says, annoyed
“You can’t blame me, my country is in ruins, who knows what I look like” France retorts, albeit weakly
France takes deep breaths and putts a foot on the ground. Canada puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles at him. France smiles back and puts his other foot down then. Lets go of the truck, following the others as they walk. Frances demeanor lessons the more he sees. He is close to fainting when they suddenly stop.
“Where are we” America asks
“It’s a bread shop” Miria answers
She walks inside, the nations following. The lady behind the counter tenses and is obviously trying not to look scared.
“How may I help you?” she asks
She is speaking German with a faded French accent. Germany stumbles forward. He looks back at Miria who pushed him. She only smiles so he decides to wing it. He clears his throat and looks back as the scared woman.
“I vould like to see France” he says
He jumps when she collapses. Looking over the counter he can tell she fainted.
“Is she ok?” Italy asks
Germany looks back at them and nods. “She fainted”
“Why would you say that?” England asks
“I don’t know, it was the only thing I could think of” Germany says
“Dude, it was going so well” America says
“For once I agree” Russia says
“Hai it was” Japan mumbles
“I want to go home but this ruined it, aru” China says
The group continue to argue.
“ENOUGH!” France yells
They go quiet. France takes the accessories off. He blinks and shakes his head. Hair falling free.
“I know we are all tired, but can we please just calm down and finish what we set out to do” Canada says
A man comes around the counter.
“Pardon but are you the nations?” he asks
“Oui, zat is us” France answers
He smiles happily.
“Then come with me”
He leads them though the back and another man pushes a box aside the first opens a trap door. He climbs down the ladder and the nations follow. At the bottom he turns on a light and there is a glass wall. Behind it is blue carpet and a bed, nothing else. Something is curled up in the far corner. The man walks over and knocks the glass.
“Mr., France, you have visitors” he says in thick French
It doesn’t move.
“Please come over, I know it will make you happy”
It moves and staying on the ground it slides along the carpet then stops. They slowly look up and the nations can’t believe what they see.
Bald head, messy beard, dull, nearly colorless eyes. France falls to his knees and crawls over.
“Are you really me?” he asks in disbelief
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Mr. Kirkland set two pills in Alfred’s hand, smile now gone. “Take these, it’ll bring your fever down and get rid of your headache.” His mind was a jumble of everything, trying to sort out just what he would say to the teenager. How could he explain the deal without scaring the student away or completely breaking down mentally? The simple answer,
He couldn’t.
He sat down on the loveseat that rested adjacent to the couch Al laid on. He didn’t look as bad as before that was obvious, but his cheeks were flushed with fever and he shivered even though sweat beaded down his forehead. Arthur’s heart ached
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WHOO HOO!!!! CHAPTER TEN FINALLY!!! As some of you know, I am doing a contest where you can draw your own cover for this little story. There are prizes, so check out the journal. I can give you a link in the description below. Have fun reading!!!
Alfred’s eyelids fluttered open as bright sunlight flooded his vision, making him groan a little. He couldn’t breathe out his nose still, but the headache was gone for now. Apparently those pills did help him after all. He didn’t know if his fever was still there or not, but he felt a hell lot better.
He rolled off the couch and struggled to get to his feet, muscles sore and stiff
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