Capital Girls: 2p Trouble

Mon Petite

I know we haven't updated in a long time but we've been busy and sort-of forgot. Anyway, let's go.

In the largest hallway of the house, Allison and Alisa were sneaking down the hall of the house. Well, Alisa was trying to sneak anyway. Allison had on a pair of high-heel shoes -where she got them Alisa didn't know- and with every click of the heels Alisa felt like she was closer and closer to going insane. Finally, after one click too many, Alisa lost it; she turned to look back at her 1p and glared at her. "Why are you wearing zhose 'eels?" She hissed.

"Zhey are zhe latest in a line of fashion," Allison whispered back. "I can't just get rid of zhem."

Alisa growled before calming down. Then she took the shoes out from underneath Allison's feet and then placed the shoes in a corner. "You can get zhem back later," Alisa growled before she continued to sneak.

Allison was very mad about this. I can't believe this! Allison funed. She obviously doesn't understand about fashion. I mean, just look at 'er; 'er 'air is 'orribly short, 'er outfit doesn't match at all, the tattoo on 'er arm doesn't match 'er skin tone, zhose shoes are-"

The French girl had to stop after what she saw. Did she really just see a tattoo on Alisa's right arm? That couldn't be right. Allison approached the 2p and tried to get a closer look. When she felt Alisa wasn't looking, Allison lifted the sleeve and saw a tattoo of a heart. It was a red heart with a name written that made Allison's eyes widened; Adalicia Bonnet.

"Adalicia?" Allison muttered.

Alisa growled and quickly pulled away from Allison. No one touched her tattoo. No one! "What do you zhink you're doing?"

"I'm sorry...but is zhat your Mama's name?"

".....Oui. She died when I was little. When Papa adopted me, I asked 'im to let me get a tattoo 'e said, and I quote, Whatever. Just don't leave zhe door open."

Allison looked at her 2p and wondered about the sanity of her Father's 2p. If I even dared to ask Papa for a tattoo, 'e would 'ave a 'eart attack. She thought. But I understand why she did it, so she could 'ave something to remember 'er Mama by.

Just then, Allison caught a whiff of smoke that made her cough. She glanced at Alisa and then nodded in the direction towards the source of the smoke. The two girls went towards the source and found Francois laying on the couch with a cigarette sitting in his mouth. What really got Allison's attention though was the fact that Francois seemed to be sleeping with the cigar in his mouth. Sleeping!

"Does 'e do zhat a lot?" Allison asked.

"Oui. It's not a big surprise to me."

"What do we do now?"

"Leave it to me."

Alisa walked into the room and sat down on the floor and looked at Francois with a bored expression. She then picked up a stick on the floor and poked Francois' arm with it. She did this for a while until Francois groaned and moved the stick away. He opened his eyes and then gave Alisa a glare. "What do you want?" Francois groaned.

"Just poking you," Alisa said simply. "Plus you need to give France 'is body back."

Francois groaned as he sat up put-out his cigarette and then looked at his daughter with his dull violet eyes. "No." He simply stated as he got up and walked over to a table to pick up a magazine.

"You can't keep 'im locked up you know."

"I don't 'ave to." Francois turned a page in the magazine and then went to sit down on the couch. He looked at the magazine and then glanced at Alisa when she sat down next to him. "You want me to explain don't you?"

Alisa shrugged. "Why not?"

"...France is gone. 'e 'as given up."

Hearing that made Allison gasp. She dropped to her knees and then began to shake like a leaf. Her Father was...gone? That couldn't be true. That just couldn't be true. "No," Allison whispered. "Papa can't be gone."

She looked at Francois as tears ran down her cheeks. Then she ran towards him and hugged him tight. The tears stained his shirt and Francois grew annoyed. "Papa, come back," she begged through tears. "Please don't leave me."

"'e's gone girl," Francois huffed as he removed her arms that were interlocked around his waist. "'e faded away. 'e was too weak to fight back."

"No," Allison shook her head. She reached for Francois' hands and held them tightly, as if that would bring her Father back. "Please come back Papa. I know you can 'ear me. You're still in zhere, I just know it."

Francois groaned yet again and yanked his hands out of Allison's grasp. "'e's gone! 'e's never coming back!"

"Papa please come back!"

As the tears fell down Allison's cheeks, Francois started to get a headache. He held his head in pain as he heard France's voice in his head. 'ow dare you make my mon petite cry like zhat!

Francois held his head in pain and got to his knees as France's voice boomed louder. "Now Alisa!" Allison shouted.

Thinking quickly, Alisa threw the dust at Francois. When it died down, Francois and France were separated from each other. Immediately, Allison ran to her Father and wrapped her arms around her Papa's neck. She cried like a little baby as France wrapped his arms around his little girl. "It's okay Allison, I'm 'ere."

As Francois got up, Alisa gave him a pack of cigarettes. "I don't know why I fuel your 'abit." Francois rolled his eyes as he took the packet and then got up. He then placed one cig in his mouth and then grabbed Alisa's hand and then walked with her out the living room as a portal appeared. They walked until they disappeared.

As France held Allison, Allison swore she saw her Mother standing right behind her, smiling at her before fading away.

Only five 2Ps remain. The capitals and their 2Ps are close to beating the grownups. But that doesn't mean it will be easy. What will they do? Find out next time.