me and alfred went to the confrence as always. "ALFRED!!!" i screamed, he kept playing with my curl, "S-STOP!" he laughed, "you know one day, i will find you're vital region, and when i do." he didn't finish because i pushed him "stop being gay, i refuse to be part of YOU'RE country alfred." he sighed, he'd been trying to do that to me for a hundred years even before he was his own country he tried to get at me. "fine, man you have no sense of humor" "how is that funny!" "can i atleast have you're chapestick." "No! you keep putting it up in you're nose! it's disgusting!" he whinned "but my nose will get dry! c'mon matt, for me" "no this is tree sap! you know how long it would take to make a new one!" "pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssse!!" he would continue if i didn't give it to him. "FINE." i gave it to him, "just be back when the meeting starts." he nodded.
the meeting went like it always does "YOU FRENCH BASTARD!" "what is wrong England, do you have, how you say, you're KNICKERS IN A TWIST" "HOW DARE YOU USE MY WORDS AGAINST ME YOU FROG!" "SHUT UP!" evryone looked at Alfred he was holding his hands to his head, "can this go quieter?" "America, what's the matter with you? got a head ache? you deserve it!" england began to laugh, "hey Alf, you okay?" he looked really bad, his skin was pale, and he looked in pain. "hey, Arthur can you give me a tissue?" England was taken back, Alfred never, says his name unless his jugdement is crippled. england went and got some, and gave it to him. he coughed, then he began to cough uncontrablely, blood flying, every where, the countries got up, they saw the great country fall to his knees in pain. i knelt next to him, it was unbareable, "MEETING AGURNED!" england tossed them out.
"A-arthur?" alfred said. "Oh, Alfred," he sat next too him,"Papa," i don't call france my papa much anymore but "will he be okay?" France sighed, "agh, my child, this is no black plaugue, but it must be very bad to make him be in this state." england had cleaned most of Alfred up and sighed, "you're lucky, you two would never make it in the medival times." France nodded.
after they sent Alfred to the hospital, we found out what happened, the twin towers fell, but not just that, all the people injured, frightened, dead or scared, and you saw it in his face too, he didn't eat, he didn't sleep,he was scared and hurt, but then one day, "A-Alfred, you're not well," he pulled out his iv's, he walked out, i guess thats the day he lost his innocence, because now he's so self concious, but ever 9/11 i see him, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, he's still very scared.
