Sunset Lover (Discontinued)

A New Home..?

Alfred's POV:
  ...
  It's quiet...
  It's not usually this quiet...
  Where am I..?

  I feel my conscience slip back into my senses as I grip the red, cotton sheets, feeling my eyes flutter open. Closing my eyes back, I turn away from the window and face the dark oak wall to my left.
  Wait...
  Dark oak!?
  I shoot out of bed and stare in shock as I lay in a room that definitely wasn't mine, considering mine's is usually filled with paperwork. I look around cautiously trying to figure out where I am and what happened yesterday evening. I'm currently laying on a Queen bed with a red sheeting and blue covers. There are two blue, star-dotted pillows under me with a giant eagle plush put in the upper left corner. In front of me was a tall, black-bordered window where I can see a vast meadow with a forest surrounding it. Next to the window was another door painted blue against the dark oak walls with white stars decorating it. To my right was a large dark oak nightstand with a large ceiling-high dresser standing next to it. I could see another door some meters it front of the dresser painted blue, with stars also, shelves built in on either sides of the door.
  Seeing as it wasn't my room I started to slowly panicked slowly then remembering what occurred yesterday.
  Did the Ancients bring me here?
  What do they want of me? Probably to take me into limbo maybe? Or even to switch me with another personification? A replacement perhaps sound nice... Reality is often disappointing after all. Standing up from the covers, I shivered at the sudden coolness of the wood beneath me. Turning to the door by the window, I noticed that the knob was beginning to turn as a familiar face peeps out from behind. The familiar man smiled at me with a charming Italian smile.

  How could a dead person still smile so brightly? Nevermind that, I was a bit more happy to see him than the other Ancients (minus Esti) since I had met him before. I know he holds no ill intention, though I distinctly remember him being with the others who took me. I'm still curious as to what they need of me...

  CRAP! I forgot that I was supposed to meet up with my boss after the meeting, once he hears I ran out then I'm screwed!

  I stop spacing out and begin to turn towards the door only to notice Rome still there with a soft smile. He stands in front of the door as I try to get up and leave. He notices and, as though he read my mind, said, "Don't-a worry little one! We have-a already told your-a boss-a of your-a predicament here!" He mentioned me to sit down again as I hesitantly follow him, plopping back down on the comfortable satin cloth. He follows sitting beside me and ruffling my long hair which I haven't had the time to cut in 15 years.

  "Your-a boss-a mentioned to-a us how you have-a already done so-a much-a work already at-a the White-a House, even going-a as-a far as-a to take-a other's  workload when-a their on-a break. He-a recommended you a year-a of-a rest for being a workaholic." He seemed to frown slightly and pause a bit when he got to that last sentence. "I told-a you to-a stop over-working bambino. You-a have-a already have done-a so much-a! Rest 'kay!"

  Suddenly, he stopped ruffling my hair and me, having sub-consciously closed my eyes due to the therapeutic motion, opened my eyes only to be pulled into a tight hug. Just as I started to feel my lungs get squashed Germania, who I recognized thanks to Prussia's pictures of him, bust through the door. Seeing my darkening blue face, he quickly pulled him off me and scolded him as Germany would North Italy allowing me to catch my breath. Gazing thankfully at him I saw the corners of his normal frown go up a little, his eyes softening before going back to yelling at the Italian man-baby.

  After his small lecture to Rome, Germania turned to me quickly and gently ushered me out the door to the rest of the property. Something he said Rome should have been doing right now. I laughed at their antics, they reminded me of Pennsylvania and New Jersey. They always seemed to fight over whether pasta is healthy or not, usually dragging in D.C. and New York.

  That was... before they moved out...

  Those days were better, but I get the feeling that being here may help me forget the bad times. Maybe I can finally feel happy somewhere with who I belong with. No one could judge me here I hope...

  Maybe the sun can finally set and rest for the night, basking in the darkness...

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  Everyone I am so sorry for leaving the book for so long, but writers' block is certainly a strong foe indeed. Also online school is finally coming to close, so with this free time I may be able to finally get some chapters done. Again I am so sorry for leaving. Thank you for reading ;w;

  I love ya'll! <3