Speeding across the country in someone else's car
Keeping a book of secrets and taking it too far
When we were
Sleeping in motels, of course I'm
Skipping some details and we would
Break all the windows, to feel the wind on our skin
Alfred didn't even dare to move a muscle as the tapping and scratching continued. He didn't even know if it was the states or a spirit. Maybe it was one of England's stupid faeries. He chuckled to himself quietly then shut up as the tapping turned into banging, then ramming. Alfred was scared to say the least. He grabbed the necklace and put it on. It felt comforting on his neck.
"Yo, it's just me!" A younger voice came from the other side of the door. "Let me in!"
"Why the hell would you scare me like that, DC?" Alfred yelled.
The capital laughed and another voice joined in, "Oh, look at that! The world superpower is scared!"
"Ottawa! That's mean!"
Great, he didn't need this right now. Two capitals, his own and his brothers, were laughing at them. Alfred had every right to be scared.
How long did you think we could make it
How far did you think we could take it
We couldn't be bothered
We didn't have time to think so far ahead
He stood up to get the door and he opened it to see the two capitals. DC, or George, was midnight black haired with Alfred's sky blue eyes while Ottawa, or Oscar, had bright blond hair that he changed the color of every month and brown eyes. This month it was grass green and it made him look like a grumpy bush. Alfred inwardly burst out laughing and honestly couldn't hold it in. He cracked up. DC followed.
"You dipshits don't know what fashion is nowadays." Oscar growled while patting his hair subconsciously. The two capitals had complete opposite temperaments: Oscar was more bitchy and rude while George was a kind hearted boy.
"Sorry dude! You look like broccoli!" George squealed while laughing. Ottawa slapped him. Hard. America stopped laughing, by sighing.
"It looks cool, dude. You just look like a plant." That earned Alfred a slap. He backed up into his room and sat on his bed.
"You should be resting anyways." Oscar snarled at Alfred. Alfred chuckled.
"I'm feeling better, dudes! Don't worry!" He said, trying to be positive. Why was there scratching at his door? Was there an animal? Kuma went with Matthew so that can't be it. He shook it off as nothing at first. Probably Hudson or Labrador wanting to get in. But deep down, he knew that it wasn't them. Something had gotten into the house but what was it?
How long did you think we could make it
How far did you think we could take it
How bad did we want it and good did it feel
Driving fast until we crashed into each other's hearts
Fast until we crashed into each other's hearts
Alfred didn't want to know. He suddenly felt hot and dizzy. He crumpled forward onto the floor in pain. The last thing he heard and saw were the capitals rushing to catch him.
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Matthew sighed as he looked out the boarding rooms windows, watching the planes go back and forth. Some sat waiting for people to get on or for maintenance. Canada loved flying as much as he loved Naruto. He felt free when he was at the controls. The Northern nation sighed heavily and glanced at Freddie, who was talking with the Allies. They seemed to love him better then Alfred. Matthew then smirked. He had hoped Alfred had found the necklace that attracts spirits. But the box. The box, he would have to hide better. Those were his last memories of his mother. Matthew had made sure that it was locked because it had some pretty special stuff in there, well to him. Feathers and rocks that his mother gave him, the last ever photos of her and her old necklace. Matthew knew that Alfred didn't remember her but he said that he could hear a woman calling him in a language they were supposed to forget. They didn't, neither did Freddie nor Jacques or Jack. That's why England pushed him into that school, 'To make you right' He always said.
Matthew knew that France and England hated his family for many reasons. First, they were not keen on following rules. They broke everyone of the rules that Britain and France had set. Even Matthew had his time to rebel. He remembered learning cuss words from France when he thought young Matthew wasn't there. He pulled an, "Enchanté, bitches," in front of International dignitaries when he went with France to a party back in the day. That earned him a whooping but it was worth it. Second, they intensely distrusted the 'savages'. They felt like that the Natives could attack at any moment. But they didn't. They helped France and England and how did they repay them? By residential schools.
Feeling across your body in someone else's bed
Reading our book of secrets aloud and in our head
And we were
Sleeping in motels, of course I'm
Skipping some details and we would
Break all the windows, to feel the wind on our skin
The school broke him from the inside out but somehow never changed who he was. He kept going. But the machine that was Matthew was overheating. He couldn't run for much longer. The announcer said over the intercom that it was time for them to board. Matthew was the one get on first because he was closest and he wanted to just go home. He sat beside Russia, the bigger nation happily ignoring the smaller. Matthew was happy too. Sometimes it was nice to be invisible. But when he was seen, he was called America or when he was around, called a ghost.
Bitches.
Matthew looked out the window as he had a window seat. The plane was about to take off. He wanted to do some magic when he got back. Matthew looked around for Freddie. He heard him before he saw him. CSA was still with most of the Allies, them chatting him up. Freddie was ignoring them for the most part. He answered some of their questions. Matthew sighed and went back to looking out the window.
How long did you think we could make it
How far did you think we could take it
We couldn't be bothered
We didn't have time to think so far ahead
He started to hum his favourite song, called' Leaves from the vine' from the Avatar soundtrack. He loved it, mainly because it made Alfred cry like a two year old. He slowly started to sing quietly after a while. Even eventually a little louder after a while
"Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile tiny shells, drifting in the fall
Little soldier boy
Comes marching home
Brave soldier boy
Comes marching home."
Russia looked over and started to sing along quietly. The two were singing random songs from Avatar for the rest of the trip home. Little did they know...
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