Post by Alfred F. Jones on Dec 16, 2011 1:55:01 GMT -5
A/N: Will have a few chapters.
Chapter 1: He had no name
---“…And please come back as soon as you can!”
“..I will…”
Alfred waved from his position on the shore. Another visit coming to a close. Why were they so far between? It wasn’t fair. He sighed. The colony didn’t like that his brother couldn’t spend more time with him, but he should understand- Europe was hectic.
The blond turned and headed back into the forest, on the trail to his home away from the humans, unaware of a small child with short, bright white hair close behind him.
There was a crack and a rustling that made the personification jump in surprise and quicken his pace.
Wild animals were not a problem. What bothered him was if there was a monster stalking him, or a ghost who would want to steal his soul.
He let out a frightened gasp at the thought- and it wasn’t the first time he heard the same noises- steps that were too light to belong to a wild animal, too heavy to belong to a smaller creature… in the twilit forest, without his guardian to protect him or tell stories of fairies that would guide him through the night safely, the small boy was completely on edge.
A loud growl signaled attack. It happened quicker than he could comprehend- a sudden weight from behind that sent the American flying face first into the grass, even managing to taste some of the dirt that forced its way into his open mouth.
“Hey!”
“MMmh!!”
The attacker sat up, seeming to only just realize what he had done. With a strong grip he flipped the other over, brushing himself off from the dirt and leaves that had gone flying into his hair, red eyes blinking down at Alfred as he finished getting off as much as he could.
“You’re like me, aren’t you?” Alfred was too busy spitting out dirt and brushing his face off to speak, so the white-haired boy waited impatiently for an answer, red eyes glaring down at the other. “And you can’t lie to me!”
After the initial shock had worn off, Alfred shoved the boy away, switching the position so that he had the other pinned to the grassy ground, returning the earlier growl with his own.
“You mean like a country? Or a colony? I’m a colony, but you aren’t. So what are you supposed to represent anyways?”
“None of your business! And whose colony are you?” He looked unphased by the switch in power, other than being a little ticked at being asked a question.
Alfred loosened his grip on the boy’s arms, visibly relaxing enough to even smile, which replaced his earlier sneer. “I am a colony of England! The thirteen colonies to be exact, with thirteen children, and myself!”
That caused the boy beneath him to scoff. Nothing but a stupid colony. He sat up and scratched the back of his head, trying to hide his pouting face of disapointment. He was hoping to meet a country, even he was a small one. Maybe if he had, he'd get some questions answered. Though again, it was only a stupid colony.
When there was nothing but silence for what seemed like a long time, in which the boy regretted ever even going up to the colony, Alfred suddenly smiled wider and pulled the child to his feet.
“Even if you won’t tell me who you are, we should be friends! I can take care of you too, like England does for me, and we could live together!”
America tried not to eye the other’s clothes too much, simple rags that were tearing apart and had obviously been worn as his sole outfit for a long, long while.
The child with red eyes blushed; looking anywhere but at the blond who he could tell was observing him, judging him. Well what did he care what the other thought of him in his rags? The idiot was only a useless colony! Even if he had been alone his entire life, he knew what roles colonies played in the world.
“Stupid colony! I don’t want to live with-,”
There wasn’t time for him to finish before America had pulled him along on the path, his home appearing in a wide clearing, surrounded by more trees to the back.
The nameless boy’s face lit bright red again at the warm contact of his new "friend’s" hand, attempting to squirm uncomfortably away- but America held his hand even tighter, reassuring him as they came closer that he’d be well taken care of.
The best he could do was listen warily- there were really thirteen others?
He gulped, watching America open the door as sweat started coming down.
Thirteen others that he’d maybe eventually have to meet? How was he to know they wouldn’t pick on him for his raggedly short hair, his bright red eyes that looked so different from the playful blue ones that he couldn’t help staring into, eager to eat them, get lost in.
Why should he trust this moron? Why did he trust this moron? He thought about pulling away and making a run for it, that is, until he saw the inside of Alfred’s home.
“Wow! I-is that a bed? And a water pump?” His eyes widened with interest. “I’ve never slept in a bed! A-and you even have another room in the back! I’ve never seen a house this big! Not up close, anyway! Oh, and a stove!” he cried excitedly. He gave up his prideful act long enough to gape at his surroundings eagerly.
Alfred couldn’t help laughing, which caused the boy without a name to shoot a sudden and intense glare at him.
“Shut up! This house is stupid and just a home for a colony- a tool!”
The air was tense for a second, in which Alfred hesitated before speaking. He didn’t want to say anything to further upset his guest, who he could tell was trying hard not to tear up.
Should he have picked the boy up in the first place, so spontaneously? The colony was having second thoughts on this, but it would be rude to send him to wherever he lived now-which was clearly a place that wasn’t too well off, judging by his torn clothes and scratched body- without at least trying harder to be gentlemanly.
“I’m sorry… I just thought it was sort of cute how excited you were, though not in a mean way…it reminded a little of how my children act sometimes.”
“C-could you be more embarrassing!? Get a clue you stupid colony bastard!” He pouted, turning away to hide his darkened blush. Maybe he shouldn’t be so harsh, but really, where did this stupid kid get off telling him he reminded him of a dumb colony!
He may not know who he was, but he knows that he’d be a lot more important than a colony, the bottom of the chain!
“Oh do calm down. Now come here, we need to take a bath and have supper.”
The boy’s stomach growled at the thought, so he tried to distract his host with questions, too proud to admit that a meal sounded lovely after nothing but berries, nuts, and scraps for what seemed like donkey's years.
“Do you really live alone, all by yourself here? How come you don’t live with these supposed thirteen others, all in one house? A-and why the hell would you try to help me when the first thing I did was tackle you- Not that what I did was wrong, or that I’m apologising, because you had it coming! Stupid colony!” He added.
A playful smile played across Alfred’s lips, though he didn’t say anything for a long while, waiting until he heard the grumble again.
He smirked when he did hear it, loud and abrupt.
“Sh-shut up.”
“If all you can say is ‘shut up’ and ‘stupid colony’, should we have language lessons too?”
Alfred’s eyes twinkled with amusement when the only reply he got was another angry pout, he added; “Anyway, do you have a name friend? Mine is Alfred.”
Red eyes became slit. “Why the hell should I even tell you?”
“Because you’re hungry, and in my house.” Was the cool reply.
“…I don’ have an fucking name…Don’ need one no way!”
“It’s a name. How does Jonathon sound? You can be my brother Jonathon!”
‘Jonathon’s’ stomach growled a third time, reminding the two to get ready to eat. Alfred had the newly named personification (at least he hadn’t snapped at being named, which was truly surprising) light water on the stove, after showing him how, in a large black pot, which was not heavy at all for him, despite his small stature.
There were soaps in a corner that Alfred directed him to, and the both of them eyed the container that would probably only fit one at a time for it to be anything close to comfortable.
“You go first John, and I’ll wash your hair.” (He really did like that name)
“And what you expect me to just strip with you here?! Go in your fancy other room!”
“Guess you aren’t hungry.”
With a huff, Jonathon peeled away his shirt to reveal a violently scratched body with pale chest and strange red birthmark on his stomach.
He stuck his tongue out childishly at Alfred who had been watching without being aware of it.
John jumped into the tub before the other could see anything else, even though he had quickly turned away to offer some privacy to the white haired child.
When the other was sure Alfred was not peeking what-so-ever, John leaned over to grab the soaps, scrubbing across his skin and splashing water from the sides of the tub onto the dirt floor.
America chanced a peek backward and caught the soap from the other’s hand, using a bit to rub the dirt-covered white hair, to initial protest before the other relaxed enough to lean against the side of the tub with a sullen face to let his hair be scrubbed.
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When all was finished, the two ate together silently, Alfred able to tell that he still wasn’t fully trusted, and Jonathon having mixed opinions of the ‘stupid colony’, at least happy for his new set of clothes. When they went to bed, the two didn’t face each other, and John wondered just how long he’d be living with the kind idiot.
A/N: Get the Brother Jonathon reference? Even though he wasn’t created yet…
Edit: Might edit later.. *groans*
Chapter 1: He had no name
---“…And please come back as soon as you can!”
“..I will…”
Alfred waved from his position on the shore. Another visit coming to a close. Why were they so far between? It wasn’t fair. He sighed. The colony didn’t like that his brother couldn’t spend more time with him, but he should understand- Europe was hectic.
The blond turned and headed back into the forest, on the trail to his home away from the humans, unaware of a small child with short, bright white hair close behind him.
There was a crack and a rustling that made the personification jump in surprise and quicken his pace.
Wild animals were not a problem. What bothered him was if there was a monster stalking him, or a ghost who would want to steal his soul.
He let out a frightened gasp at the thought- and it wasn’t the first time he heard the same noises- steps that were too light to belong to a wild animal, too heavy to belong to a smaller creature… in the twilit forest, without his guardian to protect him or tell stories of fairies that would guide him through the night safely, the small boy was completely on edge.
A loud growl signaled attack. It happened quicker than he could comprehend- a sudden weight from behind that sent the American flying face first into the grass, even managing to taste some of the dirt that forced its way into his open mouth.
“Hey!”
“MMmh!!”
The attacker sat up, seeming to only just realize what he had done. With a strong grip he flipped the other over, brushing himself off from the dirt and leaves that had gone flying into his hair, red eyes blinking down at Alfred as he finished getting off as much as he could.
“You’re like me, aren’t you?” Alfred was too busy spitting out dirt and brushing his face off to speak, so the white-haired boy waited impatiently for an answer, red eyes glaring down at the other. “And you can’t lie to me!”
After the initial shock had worn off, Alfred shoved the boy away, switching the position so that he had the other pinned to the grassy ground, returning the earlier growl with his own.
“You mean like a country? Or a colony? I’m a colony, but you aren’t. So what are you supposed to represent anyways?”
“None of your business! And whose colony are you?” He looked unphased by the switch in power, other than being a little ticked at being asked a question.
Alfred loosened his grip on the boy’s arms, visibly relaxing enough to even smile, which replaced his earlier sneer. “I am a colony of England! The thirteen colonies to be exact, with thirteen children, and myself!”
That caused the boy beneath him to scoff. Nothing but a stupid colony. He sat up and scratched the back of his head, trying to hide his pouting face of disapointment. He was hoping to meet a country, even he was a small one. Maybe if he had, he'd get some questions answered. Though again, it was only a stupid colony.
When there was nothing but silence for what seemed like a long time, in which the boy regretted ever even going up to the colony, Alfred suddenly smiled wider and pulled the child to his feet.
“Even if you won’t tell me who you are, we should be friends! I can take care of you too, like England does for me, and we could live together!”
America tried not to eye the other’s clothes too much, simple rags that were tearing apart and had obviously been worn as his sole outfit for a long, long while.
The child with red eyes blushed; looking anywhere but at the blond who he could tell was observing him, judging him. Well what did he care what the other thought of him in his rags? The idiot was only a useless colony! Even if he had been alone his entire life, he knew what roles colonies played in the world.
“Stupid colony! I don’t want to live with-,”
There wasn’t time for him to finish before America had pulled him along on the path, his home appearing in a wide clearing, surrounded by more trees to the back.
The nameless boy’s face lit bright red again at the warm contact of his new "friend’s" hand, attempting to squirm uncomfortably away- but America held his hand even tighter, reassuring him as they came closer that he’d be well taken care of.
The best he could do was listen warily- there were really thirteen others?
He gulped, watching America open the door as sweat started coming down.
Thirteen others that he’d maybe eventually have to meet? How was he to know they wouldn’t pick on him for his raggedly short hair, his bright red eyes that looked so different from the playful blue ones that he couldn’t help staring into, eager to eat them, get lost in.
Why should he trust this moron? Why did he trust this moron? He thought about pulling away and making a run for it, that is, until he saw the inside of Alfred’s home.
“Wow! I-is that a bed? And a water pump?” His eyes widened with interest. “I’ve never slept in a bed! A-and you even have another room in the back! I’ve never seen a house this big! Not up close, anyway! Oh, and a stove!” he cried excitedly. He gave up his prideful act long enough to gape at his surroundings eagerly.
Alfred couldn’t help laughing, which caused the boy without a name to shoot a sudden and intense glare at him.
“Shut up! This house is stupid and just a home for a colony- a tool!”
The air was tense for a second, in which Alfred hesitated before speaking. He didn’t want to say anything to further upset his guest, who he could tell was trying hard not to tear up.
Should he have picked the boy up in the first place, so spontaneously? The colony was having second thoughts on this, but it would be rude to send him to wherever he lived now-which was clearly a place that wasn’t too well off, judging by his torn clothes and scratched body- without at least trying harder to be gentlemanly.
“I’m sorry… I just thought it was sort of cute how excited you were, though not in a mean way…it reminded a little of how my children act sometimes.”
“C-could you be more embarrassing!? Get a clue you stupid colony bastard!” He pouted, turning away to hide his darkened blush. Maybe he shouldn’t be so harsh, but really, where did this stupid kid get off telling him he reminded him of a dumb colony!
He may not know who he was, but he knows that he’d be a lot more important than a colony, the bottom of the chain!
“Oh do calm down. Now come here, we need to take a bath and have supper.”
The boy’s stomach growled at the thought, so he tried to distract his host with questions, too proud to admit that a meal sounded lovely after nothing but berries, nuts, and scraps for what seemed like donkey's years.
“Do you really live alone, all by yourself here? How come you don’t live with these supposed thirteen others, all in one house? A-and why the hell would you try to help me when the first thing I did was tackle you- Not that what I did was wrong, or that I’m apologising, because you had it coming! Stupid colony!” He added.
A playful smile played across Alfred’s lips, though he didn’t say anything for a long while, waiting until he heard the grumble again.
He smirked when he did hear it, loud and abrupt.
“Sh-shut up.”
“If all you can say is ‘shut up’ and ‘stupid colony’, should we have language lessons too?”
Alfred’s eyes twinkled with amusement when the only reply he got was another angry pout, he added; “Anyway, do you have a name friend? Mine is Alfred.”
Red eyes became slit. “Why the hell should I even tell you?”
“Because you’re hungry, and in my house.” Was the cool reply.
“…I don’ have an fucking name…Don’ need one no way!”
“It’s a name. How does Jonathon sound? You can be my brother Jonathon!”
‘Jonathon’s’ stomach growled a third time, reminding the two to get ready to eat. Alfred had the newly named personification (at least he hadn’t snapped at being named, which was truly surprising) light water on the stove, after showing him how, in a large black pot, which was not heavy at all for him, despite his small stature.
There were soaps in a corner that Alfred directed him to, and the both of them eyed the container that would probably only fit one at a time for it to be anything close to comfortable.
“You go first John, and I’ll wash your hair.” (He really did like that name)
“And what you expect me to just strip with you here?! Go in your fancy other room!”
“Guess you aren’t hungry.”
With a huff, Jonathon peeled away his shirt to reveal a violently scratched body with pale chest and strange red birthmark on his stomach.
He stuck his tongue out childishly at Alfred who had been watching without being aware of it.
John jumped into the tub before the other could see anything else, even though he had quickly turned away to offer some privacy to the white haired child.
When the other was sure Alfred was not peeking what-so-ever, John leaned over to grab the soaps, scrubbing across his skin and splashing water from the sides of the tub onto the dirt floor.
America chanced a peek backward and caught the soap from the other’s hand, using a bit to rub the dirt-covered white hair, to initial protest before the other relaxed enough to lean against the side of the tub with a sullen face to let his hair be scrubbed.
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When all was finished, the two ate together silently, Alfred able to tell that he still wasn’t fully trusted, and Jonathon having mixed opinions of the ‘stupid colony’, at least happy for his new set of clothes. When they went to bed, the two didn’t face each other, and John wondered just how long he’d be living with the kind idiot.
A/N: Get the Brother Jonathon reference? Even though he wasn’t created yet…
Edit: Might edit later.. *groans*
