With a tired sigh the figurer looked down at the sleeping American, a faint smile crossed their face. Reaching out he smoothed Alfred insane bed head, causing the boy to hum in his sleep. Chuckling quietly at this, the figurer glanced around before heading over to the mirror in the room. Easily pushing it aside to reveal a door, removing the key from just above the door he frowned slightly.
"Th-this isn't right, but... who knows what Al will do if he sees it."
Unlocking the door with a loud click that caused the figurer to jump, glancing back quickly to make sure Alfred wasn't awake.
"I've gotta hurry..."
Opening the door with a slight creak, not bothering to check this time the figurer reached in to pull out a well worn brown leather bombers jacket with a white 50 on the back. Dusting off the black faux fur collar, he smiled sadly.
"Poor Al... if only there had been something I could have done, to help-"
"It's not your fault, I just couldn't talk about this with anyone..."
Jumping slightly the figure slowly turned, pale-ing slightly at the familiar face in the mirror staring back at him.
"How?"
"Surprised to see me? I'd be too honestly, it's not every day a refection talks to you."
Suddenly brightening up the figure started to say something only to be cut off by the one in the mirror.
"No, this doesn't mean Iggy's little spell is working... he's just post poning it really."
"It might work... you never know."
Rolling his eyes the reflection gave a tired sigh,
"You can't be serious dude, this is a spell done by Iggy... Iggy dude. Even if it does work, how long will it even last? History has a habit of repeating itself, you guys never really needed-"
"S-Shut up! Of course we-"
Shutting up as the volume of his voice caused the young American to stir slightly in his sleep. The refection grinned not reaching the now dull gray eyes though, fading as he waved to the figurer still in the room.
"Looks like times up. Take care of that old thing for me would you, looks like I won't be needing it anymore..."
"Wait! Don't go..."
He called, but by the time the figure reached the mirror the refection was gone. Pressing his hand against the glass, he looked down at the jacket in his arms. Gripping it a little closer, he muttered
"Don't give up on us just yet..."
The figures violet colored eyes flashed with determination, with one final glance at the boy in the bed he left swiftly before the American could actually wake up.
(To be continued...)
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Wake up! Alfred!
Fanfiction*This is the older version-Rewrite will be out soon* Young Alfred (AKA America) about nine or ten (looking country's age differently) wakes up from a horrible nightmare. It had been an amazing dream to begin with he was as strong as England and gett...
