Playing the Fool

Chapter 15

@the-starving-poet thank you for the fallowing idea, it saved me from possibly months of writers block :) Idea is in italicized

The meeting was a disaster, they weren't any closer to solving the case. Plus another Capital was attacked and KILLED? This wasn't going well, America was too lost in his own thoughts to see the waiter approaching the table.

"Umm, so will it be Root Beer like usual Mr. America?"

Face set in stone as he replied

"No, not today... Coffee. Black."

Surprised the waiter blinked in confusion, before asking 

"Not even a little sugar?"

"No thank you."

Concern but deciding not to quite but in yet, the waiter walked away to get the coffee. America had a lot of thinking to do, meanwhile in a hidden hospital somewhere in his country...

*D.C.'s Dream*

"Sleeping Sleeping Sleeping, oh my cousin is sleeping."

Groaning slightly before opening his gray blue eyes, D.C. snapped into focus upon seeing who was sitting in mid air above him.

"Who are you?!"

Grinning the gangly teen raised one hand into the air, stating in a matter of factly voice.

"Ah, the better question was were are we? I'll answer both! I am London, or rather I was London your cousin. Where we are? We're currently in the back of you mind, now I get to ask you a question... Which do you prefer? Sherlock, or James Bond?"

"What kind of question is that to ask at a time like this?!"

D.C. cried, much to his amazement the British teen nodded in understatement.

"Your right... their both rather amazing in their own way. Okay lets continue the game, now you ask a question."

London said cheerfully, D.C. could only stare at him for a while before sighing with a tired smile.

"Your just a odd as the letters you'd send... wait a minute used to be?"

Placing one hand on his face, London said in a mock shocked tone.

"Oh I forgot you wouldn't know, you see I was murder not two days ago at the world meeting... yes not the best thing to happen but not the worst."

"NOT THE WORST?! YOU WERE MURDERED!"

Chuckling Charlie waved him off, before wandering away.

"Oh a lot worse things could have happened, Sarfira could have been targeted instead or worse... I couldn't have lived with myself after words if that happened. Or one of my other friends could have been hurt, or I could have revealed which of the capitals it was who nearly killed you. See lots of things could have been worse."

"Wait, you know who tried to kill me!? And you didn't tell Alfred right away?! I thought we were cousins..."

"Oh we are we are, don't worry about that. My friend will break on their own and reveal where the source of your cure is all in good time, but if America knew who it was they'd be killed before your cure could be found... It's not like they actually wanted you dead, according to what he said the plan wasn't even his idea... someone else wanted you out of the way... I'm still trying to figure out who, my friend never said after their name during our chats..."

D.C. just stared at the contemplating ex. Capital, before asking.

"Could you at least tell me who it was?"

London glanced over, then a sly smile rose up on his face.

"I suppose you do deserve an answer, okay it was

(To be continued...)