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Chapter Twelve
"FREEDOM!" Exclaimed an obnoxious American as he stuck his head out from an open window.
"You idiot. they'll see you, don't go out just yet." She scoffed.
(Name) nodded her head in slight agreement.
Arthur was still fast asleep, fastened on his face was a fake blonde beard matching perfectly with his hair, a cunning disguise. Maria had an eyepatch over her eye, Alfred wore a dress made from the finest material and a tall-powdered wig. Allister had spectacles on him.. As for the Australian, the bandage on his nose dissapeared.
(It's up to you to think about his appearance.. just use your wild fangirl imagination)
"You know, Alfred.. For a guy, you actually look cute as a girl." Allister chuckled. America rolled his eyes, irritated. "DON'T you get any funny ideas."
Piri crossed her arms, trying her best not to elbow Peter's head. He was lying down ever so peacefully on her lap. She put a bandana over his face to and smeared a mixture of cocoa and soft cream on his face to make him look darker.
A line of soldiers in chivalry stopped the jostling vehicle and opened the doors of the carriage from the outside.
Bright sunbeams sprouted from the fresh summer breeze of the outside world.
"Danos tu pleade documentaciones de visado."
Alfred scratched his scalp; his face perplexed. Slowly he turned his head facing them with an awkward grin positioned on his face.
"Sorry pero, me no hablo Español."
The soldiers laughed at his efforts. Amused, they cleared their voice and said, "You're quite charming chica, beautiful too. Border pass please."
It took a few several minutes to react. Arthur flinched uncomfortably, still engulfed in le unconscience phase. The group of castaways did not carry any forms or documents of the sort.
The guards grew impatient.. and suspicious. Alfred batted his eyelashes, trying to woo them so that they could enter Spain without difficulty-- that is, without forging or faking border passes.
"Border Pass, please. Do you or do you not carry border passes?"
(Name) frightened by their sharp tone in voice, turned to Maria for reassurance.
The filipina sighed.
She turned to the band of soldiers and went outside the carriage.
"Sorry. But we do not carry documents of the sort." She said, imitating what seemed like a Spanish accent.
"So you assumed that you and your loonies could just waltz into this beautiful country without legal documents?"
She was unsure of what to say.next, however the words she'd confined in her heart managed to find their way out from her mouth.
"We need remedies. A friend of ours is dying. We won't stay here for more than a couple of hours, promise."
They stared immensely into her honey brown orbs- the one free of the eye patch. Her facial figures were dangerously familiar to them.
"Chica, what name do you go by?"
She folded her arms and puffed her cheeks. "Should it matter?"
"Well, you look awfully alot of what belonged to España's."
His comrade smiled. "I recognise her from anywhere. She was our colony of the Oriental seas."
