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[FANFIC] Beyond the Illusion Part 3/?
Title: Beyond the Illusion
Characters/Pairings: America, England, France, Japan, Canada, Russia, various others
Word Count: 1,275
Rating: PG
Summary: When a nation feels stressed, overworked, and backed into a corner, he has the option to let it all go for awhile. Start a new life as a human, with no memories of the past. It happens automatically, as if by magic. But nobody knew this could happen until one day, America mysteriously disappeared after running out of a meeting. After two and a half weeks of searching the country, they finally found the right Alfred F. Jones in the form of a 10 year old boy. But how can they get him to remember that he was once the United States of America? How will they change him back? And, more importantly, does he even want to be changed back?
Part1: Part 2:
As they walked inside, Alfred stared in awe at his surroundings. He couldn’t believe it; he was in the Capitol Building! Sure, he didn’t know why he was there, and he was being held against his will, but there was definitely some sort of appeal in that. It was dangerous; it was exciting. For the first time in his life, Alfred was having a real adventure. He knew he should have been more nervous… With each turn that Arthur made… with every new hallway he went down, Alfred got more and more lost. So even if he got the chance to escape, he never would have been able to navigate his way back to the entrance. “Where are we going?” he asked.
“To a special conference room,” he answered, keeping his eyes focused on the rows of doors ahead. They had nearly reached the end of the hall, which was a dead end, when Arthur finally found the room he was looking for. “Here we are,” he muttered quietly to himself as he opened the door. Upon entering the room, Alfred noticed that it was fairly large. There was a giant oval table in the center, with at least 20 chairs around it, probably more. But no one was sitting at the table.
“Where is everyone?” asked Francis, who had been following closely behind Arthur and Alfred.
“Where do you think?” scoffed Arthur, as he gestured towards another door, which led to an adjoining room. “Honestly, why does everyone
think they can just slack off whenever I’m not here? I think I should start locking the break room until they’ve accomplished enough to take a break!”
“Yes, Arthur; you’re the boss,” said Francis sarcastically. “…No fun until you say it’s ok” Alfred smiled at this… he was starting to like Francis.
“Are you mocking me?! Are you belittling my leadership status?! Because I’d like to see you try and do a better job!” Francis threw his hands up in the air as a gesture of defeat.
“Non, Angleterre; you’ve done a wonderful job stepping up as leader in a… chaotic situation… Shall we go inside? Or did you want to spend a few more minutes alone out here?” He winked playfully, a devilish grin appearing on his face.
“Alfred’s still here,” he said through gritted teeth. “And my arms are getting more tired by the minute, so could you please open the door?”
“Of course.” When the three of them entered the break room, Alfred was met with stares from a sea of unfamiliar faces. Some seemed happy to see him, some looked concerned, and a few people appeared to be indifferent. But all of them had something to say, and nobody wanted to wait their turn. They all got in his face all at once and began flooding him with questions that he didn’t understand.
“America, where have you been?!”
“Were you relieved when Arthur found you?”
“America, how was it living as a human?”
There were many more, but all of the people were talking over each other, so he couldn’t make out what they were saying, not like it made any sense anyway. He looked up at Arthur and shrugged his shoulders. “ENOUGH!” Arthur shouted, and immediately, the room fell silent.
“Everyone, this is Alfred… we’re using human names until further notice… got it?” The others nodded in understanding. Alfred, however, was still confused.
“Human names?” he asked. Arthur paused and looked down at the boy in his arms.
“Alright; everybody clear out of here! Go back into the meeting hall, and I’ll be with you in a minute. There’s something you need to know about Alfred.” There was a collective murmur of disappointment and annoyance of being kicked out of the break room, but one by one, they all filed out into the conference room. Slowly, Arthur lay Alfred down on one of the couches. “Stay here,” he said gently. “I’ll be back; I promise.” Then, he went to go join the group in the other room, leaving the door open just a crack. Alfred still felt too weak to stand, but he didn't want to just lie there on the couch and do nothing while his captors were having a secret meeting. He wanted to know what they were saying about him. Quietly, he slid onto the floor and crawled over to the doorway. The crack wasn’t big enough for him to see anything that well, so he just listened.
“What’s going on?” someone asked. “Why is he a kid?”
“Are you sure that we have the right Alfred F. Jones?” another inquired.
“Yes, I’m positive,” he heard England say. We did the research; we tracked this boy down… he is by far the closest match in the nation! He looks exactly like America did as a child; he is America!”
“If you’re sure…”
“Well, if you don’t believe me, we’ll test it. We can ask him some questions… Tomorrow. Definitely not today though; I’m sure he’s feeling very overwhelmed right now. He at least deserves a good night’s sleep before we break the news to him.” Everyone seemed to agree with Arthur on this, muttering their “yeahs” and “fair enoughs”.
“So... he really doesn’t remember anything?” asked someone timidly.
“Not that we can tell. He doesn’t seem to have any memory at all of what happened. As far as he knows, he’s just a ten year old boy from New York. That’s why I brought you all out here, so we could talk in private. We have to explain everything as gently as possible... ease him into it, you know?”
“Cher, he thinks we kidnapped him,” said Francis. “We need to tell him something soon, or he is going to start freaking out. Unless… you want me to give him another one of those pills?”
“No! You saw what just one did to the poor boy… He can barely move! How can you even think of giving him another one?”
“Well, I suppose you’re right. The drug was never meant for children.”
“Don’t I know it…”
“IF we could get back to the topic at hand!” boomed a deep, stern voice. “That would be nice! So how are we going to tell young Alfred that he is the United States of America?” Alfred’s head, which had been leaning against the wall, perked up in interest.
“The United States of America?” he whispered to himself. He was a country? No. That didn’t make any sense. This had to be some sort of joke. Or maybe it was just secret government code talk. Yeah, that had to be it. The United States of America had to be a code for something… for what, he didn’t know. He quickly tried to come up with some ideas, but the more he thought about it, the more his brain hurt. Suddenly, he heard Arthur’s voice again, as he tuned back into the conversation.
“I’m going to go check on him and make sure he’s ok… I’ll be right back.” Alfred froze.
“Uh oh.” He hurriedly dragged himself away from the door, and, with a bit of difficulty, he managed to pull himself back onto the couch just before Arthur walked in.
“Hey, Alfred,” he said as he knelt down next to him. “Are you still doing ok?”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“Well, I’m going to get you a blanket. You should get some rest.”
“Ok.” Alfred yawned. He didn’t know what time it was, but it had been a pretty long day. His heavy eyelids shut so easily, despite all the lights in the room, and his body sank into the couch, eagerly welcoming sleep.
Characters/Pairings: America, England, France, Japan, Canada, Russia, various others
Word Count: 1,275
Rating: PG
Summary: When a nation feels stressed, overworked, and backed into a corner, he has the option to let it all go for awhile. Start a new life as a human, with no memories of the past. It happens automatically, as if by magic. But nobody knew this could happen until one day, America mysteriously disappeared after running out of a meeting. After two and a half weeks of searching the country, they finally found the right Alfred F. Jones in the form of a 10 year old boy. But how can they get him to remember that he was once the United States of America? How will they change him back? And, more importantly, does he even want to be changed back?
Part1: Part 2:
As they walked inside, Alfred stared in awe at his surroundings. He couldn’t believe it; he was in the Capitol Building! Sure, he didn’t know why he was there, and he was being held against his will, but there was definitely some sort of appeal in that. It was dangerous; it was exciting. For the first time in his life, Alfred was having a real adventure. He knew he should have been more nervous… With each turn that Arthur made… with every new hallway he went down, Alfred got more and more lost. So even if he got the chance to escape, he never would have been able to navigate his way back to the entrance. “Where are we going?” he asked.
“To a special conference room,” he answered, keeping his eyes focused on the rows of doors ahead. They had nearly reached the end of the hall, which was a dead end, when Arthur finally found the room he was looking for. “Here we are,” he muttered quietly to himself as he opened the door. Upon entering the room, Alfred noticed that it was fairly large. There was a giant oval table in the center, with at least 20 chairs around it, probably more. But no one was sitting at the table.
“Where is everyone?” asked Francis, who had been following closely behind Arthur and Alfred.
“Where do you think?” scoffed Arthur, as he gestured towards another door, which led to an adjoining room. “Honestly, why does everyone
think they can just slack off whenever I’m not here? I think I should start locking the break room until they’ve accomplished enough to take a break!”
“Yes, Arthur; you’re the boss,” said Francis sarcastically. “…No fun until you say it’s ok” Alfred smiled at this… he was starting to like Francis.
“Are you mocking me?! Are you belittling my leadership status?! Because I’d like to see you try and do a better job!” Francis threw his hands up in the air as a gesture of defeat.
“Non, Angleterre; you’ve done a wonderful job stepping up as leader in a… chaotic situation… Shall we go inside? Or did you want to spend a few more minutes alone out here?” He winked playfully, a devilish grin appearing on his face.
“Alfred’s still here,” he said through gritted teeth. “And my arms are getting more tired by the minute, so could you please open the door?”
“Of course.” When the three of them entered the break room, Alfred was met with stares from a sea of unfamiliar faces. Some seemed happy to see him, some looked concerned, and a few people appeared to be indifferent. But all of them had something to say, and nobody wanted to wait their turn. They all got in his face all at once and began flooding him with questions that he didn’t understand.
“America, where have you been?!”
“Were you relieved when Arthur found you?”
“America, how was it living as a human?”
There were many more, but all of the people were talking over each other, so he couldn’t make out what they were saying, not like it made any sense anyway. He looked up at Arthur and shrugged his shoulders. “ENOUGH!” Arthur shouted, and immediately, the room fell silent.
“Everyone, this is Alfred… we’re using human names until further notice… got it?” The others nodded in understanding. Alfred, however, was still confused.
“Human names?” he asked. Arthur paused and looked down at the boy in his arms.
“Alright; everybody clear out of here! Go back into the meeting hall, and I’ll be with you in a minute. There’s something you need to know about Alfred.” There was a collective murmur of disappointment and annoyance of being kicked out of the break room, but one by one, they all filed out into the conference room. Slowly, Arthur lay Alfred down on one of the couches. “Stay here,” he said gently. “I’ll be back; I promise.” Then, he went to go join the group in the other room, leaving the door open just a crack. Alfred still felt too weak to stand, but he didn't want to just lie there on the couch and do nothing while his captors were having a secret meeting. He wanted to know what they were saying about him. Quietly, he slid onto the floor and crawled over to the doorway. The crack wasn’t big enough for him to see anything that well, so he just listened.
“What’s going on?” someone asked. “Why is he a kid?”
“Are you sure that we have the right Alfred F. Jones?” another inquired.
“Yes, I’m positive,” he heard England say. We did the research; we tracked this boy down… he is by far the closest match in the nation! He looks exactly like America did as a child; he is America!”
“If you’re sure…”
“Well, if you don’t believe me, we’ll test it. We can ask him some questions… Tomorrow. Definitely not today though; I’m sure he’s feeling very overwhelmed right now. He at least deserves a good night’s sleep before we break the news to him.” Everyone seemed to agree with Arthur on this, muttering their “yeahs” and “fair enoughs”.
“So... he really doesn’t remember anything?” asked someone timidly.
“Not that we can tell. He doesn’t seem to have any memory at all of what happened. As far as he knows, he’s just a ten year old boy from New York. That’s why I brought you all out here, so we could talk in private. We have to explain everything as gently as possible... ease him into it, you know?”
“Cher, he thinks we kidnapped him,” said Francis. “We need to tell him something soon, or he is going to start freaking out. Unless… you want me to give him another one of those pills?”
“No! You saw what just one did to the poor boy… He can barely move! How can you even think of giving him another one?”
“Well, I suppose you’re right. The drug was never meant for children.”
“Don’t I know it…”
“IF we could get back to the topic at hand!” boomed a deep, stern voice. “That would be nice! So how are we going to tell young Alfred that he is the United States of America?” Alfred’s head, which had been leaning against the wall, perked up in interest.
“The United States of America?” he whispered to himself. He was a country? No. That didn’t make any sense. This had to be some sort of joke. Or maybe it was just secret government code talk. Yeah, that had to be it. The United States of America had to be a code for something… for what, he didn’t know. He quickly tried to come up with some ideas, but the more he thought about it, the more his brain hurt. Suddenly, he heard Arthur’s voice again, as he tuned back into the conversation.
“I’m going to go check on him and make sure he’s ok… I’ll be right back.” Alfred froze.
“Uh oh.” He hurriedly dragged himself away from the door, and, with a bit of difficulty, he managed to pull himself back onto the couch just before Arthur walked in.
“Hey, Alfred,” he said as he knelt down next to him. “Are you still doing ok?”
“Yeah, I guess…”
“Well, I’m going to get you a blanket. You should get some rest.”
“Ok.” Alfred yawned. He didn’t know what time it was, but it had been a pretty long day. His heavy eyelids shut so easily, despite all the lights in the room, and his body sank into the couch, eagerly welcoming sleep.