An Unexpected Turn of Events (A RusAme Story)

Chapter One- And So Begins the Shit Storm

        It was a gorgeous, peaceful morning. The sun was slowly rising, casting a deep purple-orange glow across the horizon. As the dim but present light trickled in through the bedroom window of Alfred's room, all seemed calm and content. Until- beep beep beep, SMACK! The sound of his alarm broke the calming mood.  Alfred sat up abruptly, cussing from the rude awakening and slapped the snooze button on top of it. He looked over at the clock, its digital numbers displaying the time: 7:15 am. It all looked like a blur without his glasses, so the groggy boy fished them out of his covers, put them on, and dramatically gasped.

        "Shit, I'm gonna be late for my flight!" He yelled. Scurrying over to his dresser, he pulled out some thick, grey sweatpants, a baggy Star Wars sweater, and some socks. Picking up his already stuffed back pack, he checked to see if he looked like a train wreck (which he did), and with a moment of hesitation, grabbed his Harry Potter beanie. With that, he ran down the stairs and swiped up his car keys, while at the same time shoving his feet in his sneakers. Without even tying his shoes, Alfred was soon out the door and just about ready to scream out of fear. Starting his car, he yeeted out of his driveway and was zooming down the highway like he was in the Indie 500. What would normally be a long and boring drive turned into a trip full of panicking and almost crashing into other cars while moving at top speed. After a some time, he finally arrived. The now shaking boy was practically running through the airport, trying to find the flight gate. 

       Once located, he collapsed into a seat nearby. Judging by how fast he got there, he had five minutes before the passengers were allowed to board the flight. "Good going, Alfie. Real' smart of you to almost miss your fucking flight." He mumbled to himself so he wouldn't draw attention. Just then, the lady over the intercom stated the flight was ready to go. Because he scared himself almost completely to death, he was the first to get on the plane. After everyone had been seated, the pilot announced that they were ready to leave. This brought Alfred out of his little grumpy mood. He always loved the take-off, how everything beneath the plane became so tiny in such an instant. The only thing that he didn't love about today's flight, was the fact that he'd be heading into the land of his sworn enemy, Russia. 

       Alfred was suddenly dragged back into his grumpy mood, brooding over his destination. Of all the places, why did it have to be Russia? Cold, bitter, Adidas track suit loving Russia. Why he hated Ivan so much? Well, it all started when he formed the USSR. If you were to go to a time before that horrible incident, you would've found out that they were the closest of friends. Ever since the Cold War, the two had no interest in making amends and regaining what they once had. Did Alfred miss it? A whole lot, but the two knew it would never be the same again. And with that depressing, edgy backstory out of the way, the boy still sat there, gazing out of the window and watching the clouds float past. He eventually fell asleep from his boredom.

       Three hours later, the pilot came over the speakers saying they would be arriving shortly. He woke up with a start yet again, and stared bleakly at his slightly out-of-focus surroundings. Turning towards the window, he saw the horizon starting to dip slightly, and decided to start getting everything together. Gently pulling his bag out from the seat in front of him, he placed it in his lap and watched as the towns and roads became larger. Soon enough, the roar of the plane wings slicing through the air could be heard, and he felt the wheels bounce onto the runway. Alfred covered his ears from the sound, hoping it wouldn't make his already bad headache worse. The blurry background slowed, and the plane stopped. The doors opened and Alfred zoomed out, scavenging for the food court.  

       Because he didn't think to eat breakfast, Alfred was now starving. Spotting a Pizza Hut, his fast pace sped up even more. He stopped and ordered, inwardly drooling at the thought of pizza. Boy, he really is a slut for food. It didn't take him long to finish it, because let's be honest, Alfred's stomach is a bottomless chasm. He was soon up and moving again. While trying to find the gate, something-no, someone caught his eye. Wait, could that be- "Mattie!" And Alfred ran towards the familiar face.