Posts by Mistypaw2000

ooc; Its okay c:

ic; Alfred grinned happily, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. But even as they spoke, the country was falling apart. Even though it was, a spark of hope was there. The young man stood up, gathering a few papers out of millions. He glanced over at England and smiled in an immature way. "You can do anything you want here, I just need to get everything done before the officials come after me!" After that was said, America paused and sat back down. "Unless you want some company. I don't want to leave you alone. It'll be lonely and sad."

ooc; I guess it is the far beginning or middle of the war xD

ic; America smiled but sat down beside him. "I'll work here so you won't be alone." He started with the first paper and was stumped. "Who decided that the taxes would be this high?" He muttered, instantly awed. He had no idea what the government was thinking but then again, he had to go with it. Already the math was giving him a headache but being one not to admit weakness, Alfred ignored it and began adding the numbers up. He finished about five of them before he sighed and put down his pencil. "I can't do this..."

Coldpaw didn't notice either and she eagerly sniffed the air for prey.

Alfred was very frustrated at the moment but he kept it all on the inside, not wanting to explode with everything he was feeling in front of England.. "Thanks... you're a life saver." Alfred said, keeping his voice controlled and leveled. He repeated the same thing England did but with a different paper. "I feel like I'm doing homework!" He muttered, focusing on another tax paper. The headache was coming up strong now and Alfred was wincing every once in a while as he went through yet another paper.

Alfred took a deep breath and was about to protest but realized he did need a break. "Okay, fine..." He agreed, leaning back against the table. He was very tired and frustrated but he couldn't take a break. Was that what a hero would do? "Arthur, can I ask you something?" He asked, seriousness in his voice but also exhaustion. He had to know this and what better time to ask?

"What made you decide to help me? I mean, there's a war in your country and yet you're still helping me. I'm not complaining but I just want to know. I thought you hated me." Alfred asked, looking away and shifting his gaze to the floor. He really wanted to know what was going on. Alfred was nervous more than ever. When people got butterflies in their stomachs when they were nervous or scared, the butterflies probably were beautiful. Well, Alfred's probably had guns.

Alfred couldn't help but smile, for it was a great answer coming from England. His mind wandered to what Arthur said about raising him. Everything came back to him. The war, the way the two men disbonded and... how England didn't shoot him even though Alfred was disarmed. Alfred had found the gun when he was cleaning out his storage area. No way he was using it again... not on his life. Alfred snapped back to reality and realized he was crying a little. Quickly turning away, Alfred wiped away the tears and turned back to Arthur. He just couldn't erase the memory from his mind. Pushing the thought away, Alfred focused on something else.

'Huh? Oh, I'm okay. Just thinking about... well, you know." Alfred suddenly found it very hard to explain and he was on the verge of tears again. "I just remembered what happened between us." His voice cracked and he cleared his voice to keep it in control. Even though America had won, he still felt like he lost something. He wished that he could still be that little kid again, crying into England's shoulder whenever he got upset or just spending time with him. But it was very hard to make that happen.

ooc; lol xD

ic; "I just want things to be the same again... but its too late for that." Alfred managed a slight chuckle but then he frowned. "When I was a little kid, you raised me to be who I am. Without you, I would have been nothing." Alfred paused for a moment then continued, "I know I'm now my own country but... I feel like nothing. I'm missing something but I have everything I need. Except one..." He was letting everything out as it was, unable to keep it inside for any longer. His thoughts whirled but what he said was true.

"Oh my God, what's going on?!" America jumped up, rushing to England's side. "What's wrong?" He asked, sapphire eyes wide. Without waiting for an answer, Alfred jumped up and ran upstairs, grabbing the first aid kit and ran back to England. "Where does it hurt? Is it bleeding? How did it happen?" He asked all at once, panic in his voice.

"The war...? That damn war!" America exclaimed. "Are you hurt? You need to lie down." Alfred urged, wanting to make sure England felt comfortable. "Do you need anything? I could get you something, anything! I swear!" He really was scared and worried now for Arthur.

America sat down beside him, worry flashing in his sapphire eyes. "Are you going to be okay?" He asked softly, putting a hand nervously on England's shoulder, hoping to comfort him. Alfred was no doctor so he couldn't tell what was going to happen to Arthur.

"But I can't stop being worried for you! Now shut up and let me be worried." Alfred said, not moving from his spot. Nope, he wasn't going to allow England to suffer like this. America knew how England felt, for he had felt the same way at 9/11 and the Sandy Hook shooting. "Can I get you anything?" He asked.

Volepaw nodded and picked up the blackberries.

Alfred seemed lost in thought but then he shook his head to clear his mind and answered, "Yup! Wait here for a minute, I'll be right back!" America ran to the kitchen and poured water into a glass as fast as he could, spilling some of it accidentally. "Damn it..." Alfred mutters under his breath but leaves it alone and comes back to Arthur. "Here you go." The young man smiled, handing the glass over to Arthur.

ooc; its okay

ic; America smiled and sat down again. "Need anything else?" He asked, getting ready to stand up again. Alfred honestly hoped that England was going to be okay. At this time of war, anything was possible.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Alfred asked in an unsure tone of voice. "I'm going to finish my work here so if you need anything, just tell me." Alfred stood up, gathering everything he needed and sat down beside Arthur so he could both do his work and watch over the older country. Alfred started with the hardest things to get them over with. But the more he did, the more unreasonable and impossible the numbers got.

Volepaw watched nervously, eyes wide with wonder.

America looked up from what he was doing and he answered, "Yeah..." It was the truth, for these papers have been stopping him from sleeping at all. And not to mention the stress weighing him down. Everyday was a struggle but Alfred was determined to get through this. He sighed softly, for he could feel that his country was falling apart. Rising hostility, severe crimes being commit out of desperation and even the suicidal attempts.

Coldpaw nodded in understanding as she gazed at the border.