America felt a wave of nostalgia when he heard Beatles music floating down from upstairs, fallowed by regret for the lost Capital. Knocking on the door, he was a little surprised when what looked like an eight year old girl dressed in a mini pants suit. Her dark blond hair had been pulled into a messy bun held in place by a pencil, grass green eyes peered up at him from behind thick red rimmed glasses.
"Alfred F. Jone? Your late, Mr. Kirkland been waiting for hours if you would just fallow me."
America eternally struggled not to hug the adorably too serious sounding little girl as she lead him to the office.
"So your London if my guess is right."
Turning the girl offered a shy but proud smile, smoothing back a few the blond locks in a bashful sort of way.
"Yes I geuss I am ... Emily Victoria Kirkland, the fifth London to awaken. Though frankly, I'm a tad worried the others won't like me ... I did replace the fourth London who seemed to be a well loved chap, and I hardly have any knowledge about England and how this all works."
Chewing on her lip nervously, the little capital seemed lost in her worries until America patted her head. Glancing up with wide eyes as Alfred grinned down at her.
"Don't worry about it kid, nobody knows what to do when they first start. You can always ask for help, and I personally know for a fact Iggy loves talking teaching others... just don't ask him about cooking trust me."
London giggled softly, smiling at America she said.
"Oh I've heard all about Mr. Kirkland's cooking from the previous London. Charles ranted on and on about it while I was stuck in the summoning mirror ... he was so kind. Keeping me, his replacement mind you, company. When he could have easily stayed as the current London instead of stepping down for me."
Shivering slightly she whispered more to herself then America.
"What if I can't live up to what's expected of me? What if I can't do this? What if England's so disappointed he wants to get rid of me?"
Leaving her inner thoughts behind, the little girl adjusted her cherry red glasses and gave a small cough.
"Excuse me, England's just through that door..."
Emily said quickly, rushing off before America could reach out to try and comfort her. Watching her dart away, America made a side note to tell England to reassure the poor girl, before she developed a complex of not being good enough like Canada. Before going into the office, England was working on something at his desk. Glancing up at the sound of the door closing, he gave America a dull half smile.
"You seem to be just a magnet for trouble these past few months, first your sudden attitude change. Then your capital taking you place only to nearly end up murdered in a plot from one of you own. And now one of your States might have released the 2p's? ... Sorry about that, it's just... been a long few weeks since Charles..."
Nodding in understanding, America took the chair his weary brother offered.
"It's fine, I know I'm basically a living bad luck charm. But lets focus of Oliver, he's your dark side after all and if he's found a way to get out of the mirror ... it's pretty likely the others can get out as well."
Rubbing his temples England hummed in agreement, before looking over at the mirror in the corner of his office.
"Perhaps... we can find out how he's gone and done this. I'll just have to make a few calls, don't want to let out anymore 2p's without meaning to."
(To be continued...)
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Playing the Fool
Fanfiction*This is the older version-Rewrite will be out soon* Some day, everyone's had those days where it isn't even worth getting out of bed... Well not everyone can face those gray days with a idiotic smile on their face quite the same way America can. Bu...
