Mortality, My Worst Enemy

Chapter Four: The Next Day

Sorry, it's been a while... I kinda had writer's block for this one and also was working on a few different concepts... Currently, I have three other fanfics in the work along with some original pieces...

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America was hanging out with Caleb at the hospital, wheeling him around happily. They were going around the garden for some fresh air before Alfred looked at the large clock on the wall.

"It's almost time Caleb! We should head inside!" Alfred exclaimed excitedly. Caleb squealed as Alfred then wheeled him inside the pediatric wing where many parents he recognized waved hello. They gathered all the kids in the large sitting area, most of them wearing masks or having IV's in their arms. He happily wheeled in Caleb and sat him in the middle of the group. He then grabbed his sport's back.

"Alfred, you can change in our locker room if you want," Justin, a small male intern said. Alfred nodded and went to change. He stripped his white dress shirt and dark navy jeans, leaving his tight boxers. He also stripped himself of his dress shoes and socks. He then spent the next few minutes dressing for today's dance. When he came out he was wearing red ballet shoes, dark navy jeggings, and a flowy white tee. He clapped his hands as he began to stretch out, showing off his flexibility. He was unaware of his fellow nations watching him from the bundled crowd of parents. 

England was especially antsy, watching his son move in such ways. He was worried his son would fall, or so he would say. France was in awe of his little Alfred's warm up, blushing and shaking his head. Canada was watching his father's reactions, turning red with anger and slapping their heads. China smiled at the warm up, not knowing Alfred was able to move in such directions. And Russia, Russia just wanted to pin Alfred to his bed. The way Alfred moved excited all of them, but Russia hadn't been that turned on since he last had sex with China close to fifty years ago. Luckily his large coat hid his excitement.

Once Alfred finished stretching and flipped upward to face the children. They all clapped for Alfred, their young innocent laughs filling the air. The parents also clapped, some of the single parents whistling and waving. They were all aware of Alfred's time with their children, and they swooned over it. A strong boy like Alfred made men and women alike drool. Alfred blushed at the antics but laughed it off.

"Alright, guys! I decided to do freestyle ballet today! Any objections?" Alfred asked, and nobody said a thing. The kids were all at the edge of their seats, ready to watch Alfred, "it's Caleb's turn to pick a song! Go ahead bud!" Caleb flicked through the long dance playlist on Alfred phone, a playlist Alfred had made to assure NO foul language tainted their young ears. He looked for a minute before landing on a song "Faded" by Alan Walker. He pressed play and Alfred quickly began to dance.

The nations were in awe of how swiftly he moved. It was as if he was air or the ocean. The kids all clapped for him, watching his hands flow freely and his feet burst like sparks. The twirls were graceful and the movements were fluid. Most of the nations knew Alfred could easily make it as a dancer, Russia especially thought he would do well in the Mariinsky Ballet or even the Bolshoi Company. Alfred's capability was endless.

The song ended in Alfred's final pose, and the room was filled with applause. The kids all cheered happily as they went back to their rooms, happily waiting until tomorrow when Alfred would come and perform again. Caleb and his mother stayed, as well as the nations and Zoey. Her and the mother were excited since Alfred did have a surprise for Caleb. He walked over to the small boy, not noticing the nations still. Claire also walked up to Caleb.