"England... Eeengland... Iggy?"
Opening his eyes, England stared in shock at the American sitting in front of him.
"Ame... America? Your, your back to normal?"
Snorting in amusement, America leaned back rolling his eyes.
"I don't remember changing Iggy-"
Eyes darkening slightly, America looked down at the English man now clinging to his chest. Mumbling under his breath, England held onto America like he would vanish the second he let go.
"Iggy... theres something you should remember, the past few weeks with the little dude haven't been a dream."
Looking up at him like he was crazy, England eyes widen as the hand America held up faded away. Gripping the wrist that remained, England stared at when the hand had been in horror until it grew back.
"This isn't a dream either... England, I need you to let me go. I can't fade until you accept the way things are right now, okay big brother?"
"Fade? You-you can't fade America the world needs you still, I can't run two countries by myself!"
England insisted, America laughed in a hallow way.
"It only for a little bit dude, until the little guy grows up."
England looked confused, so America tried to explain. Walking over the window, he motioned for England to fallow. Pointing to the approaching figures, America said in a tired voice.
"That little guy bro, he's the future of my country... if you let him be that is."
"What do you mean?"
America sighed, leaning against the window not yet noticing they had been spotted.
"I all ready explained, you have to let me go bro. Cause if you can't let me go, and something triggers a memory in the little guy... lets just say we'll be back to square one. I'm just so f*#king tired England, don't wake me up, let the little guy grow up instead. Give him a chance, cause hopefully he can become the America the world wanted..."
Downstair, Alfred voice called up.
"England! Who you are you talking to?"
Flinching America cursed under his breath, muttering fallow my lead under his breath America's appearance changed slightly before the door suddenly swung open. Alfred stood there panting with the two Italians who had fallowed him up. Stepping forward smoothly, the now brunette America smiled behind his dark sunglasses. England tried not to flinch as a different voice came from the mans lips.
"Ah, this must be Alfred. You were right about one thing, he does look like he'll grow up into a heart breaker someday. It's a pleaser to meet you, I'm a old friend of your brothers, Mr. Usa."
Shaking the young American's hand, Mr. "Usa" then turned back to England with a tired smile.
"I hope you'll remember to consider my words Arthur, this choice is basically life or death for a rather important figure. I pray you choose wisely, good day."
Walking past the Italian brothers, America paused briefly saying under his breath in his real voice.
"Thank you for what you've done, it means a lot."
Jumping slightly both brothers stared in confusion at the brunette as he walked down the hall. Turning he let his illusion fade away, saluting the pair before fading away.
(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...
