Wake up! Alfred!

Chapter 8

Alfred was floating... no, he was sinking. Blue eyes snapped open, staring frantically around him at the utter darkness. Though eveturally it started to get lighter the American found himself on un-see-able solid ground.

'Where am I?' the boy wondered,

"I'm afraid I can't tell you where... but you are safe here."

A tired voice yawned, turning Alfred jumped slightly in horror of who he saw.

"Wow, too bad Iggy couldn't see this. I even scared myself."

It was his older self, over there, sitting cross legged, laughing bitterly at the boy's expression.

"This is another nightmare isn't it."

Alfred whimpered, closeing his eyes hopeing he'd just wake up. Hearing a tired sigh, then a warmth on his shouldereds Alfred grew crious. Opening his eyes he saw the older American hadn't moved, but his bomer jacket had been drapped around the boys shoulders.

"Not quite little dude, see you passed out because..."

Looking torn and confused, his older self ran his hand through his mess blonde hair pulling at it slightly.

"Damn, Iggy would know how to explain waAAAAay better then me, um. WHAT EVER! It's not a nightmare I can tell you that much.... hopefully."

"Hopefully?"

Alfred was now very confused, America looked just as confused as he did but tried to explain again.

"Yeah hopefully, it was something like it'll only be a nightmare if you let it be?"

Groaning Alfred buried his face in his hands,

"This is impossible..."

Rubbing the back of his neck , America grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry Iggy didn't bother explaining how I was spouse to do this, just to be careful with what I said."

Alfred peered at his older (clone?) self through the spaces between his fingers. Would it be too much to expect a simple explanation as to why he was here, or at least how he could get back?

"So if your my older self, dose that mean you know how I can get back?"

Tilting his head to the side like a puppy, mimicking the look Alfred had made at England many times, America asked simply.

"Didn't Iggy tell you?"

"Who's Iggy?"

Facepalming his older self muttered cures under his breath,

"Man I forgot you aren't me! Iggy is what I call Eyebrows- I mean England!"

"Eyebrows?"

Pointing to his forehead, America stated simply.

"Eyebrows, you've seen them haven't you?"

"Eyebrows?"

America nodded somely like this was the most serious thing in the world. While Alfred wondered if he really actted like this as a adult, the dull blue eyes of his counterpart stared blankly at him.

"Not that Iggy ever liked my nicknames, even if they were just ment to protect him."

The colors started to drain from America, a ghost of a smile flicked across his face.

"Looks like my times about up, listen closely tiny version of me... don't go searching for the truth about all this. Just picture your dreaming your entire life from this point anything weird that happens is just part of the dream. Don't tell Iggy I said that..."

America laughed as he faded from sight, Alfred was left more confused then before.

'Don't search for the truth? Pretend it's a dream? Don't tell England what I heard? None of this makes any sense!'

Alfred thought frustrated, yawning a wave of sleepiness washed over him. Allowing his eyes to shut, Alfred drifted back to reality as two figure appeared behind where he had stood.

"You could've have done better explaining the situation..."

The voice muttered bitterly, America only laughed.

"You could have written me a script, but it's too late now. We'll just see what the little dude does next."

"..."

"It's only a short delay, in all honesty there's nothing you can do... When your done pretending, I'll be waiting for you."

"..."

(To be continued...)