Alfred: A Fictional Narrative

Alfred walked through the crowd the lights shining down I beautiful rainbow of colors. It never ceased to amaze him what his people were capable of, and typically he was watch the hustle and bustle of the city with fondness. But tonight, on this cold February 3rd, he was far from joyful, as the frigid winter air, whipped around his form causing his nose and cheeks to color a rosy red. He hugged his coat tighter hoping to avoid the impending frostbite, as he stepped into Central Park, he wondered if he should go visit Cali, maybe she was getting lonely. The light faded back into the distance and Alfred lifted his head to look at the few stars in the sky. Perhaps he should go to the central part of the state, where the stars shine brightest …show more content…

“Al is flirtatious, that’s all” He smiled encouragingly. “It’s confusing, I mean” Alfred stopped hand going to his mass of blonde locks running through the short tufts. “I liked it” oOo “I had such a good night” Al smiled coming into the living room, sitting down in a large chair. “Why are you so happy” Luciano asked looking through the books in the Oliver’s library. The rest of the nations watched the American swing his feat back and forth. “Where have you been?” Francois asked looking into the bottom of an empty bottle of whiskey, a small frown on his mouth. “Napping” Al, giggled, twirling his lip ring with his tongue. “You saw him” Flavio stood striding over slipping his sunglasses off his face. There was a time when the two nations were friends. After the Italian government sent the mafia, an origination Flavio and Luciano had a pretty good handle on, over to America to destroy it with in, there relationship strained. It was in the midst of repairs. Al nodded happily then looked up at his father. “Oliver can you show me him please” This caused a groan to run through out the …show more content…

“I’m Lili” She called over her shoulder. “Lili Zwingli” She smiled brightly before going on her way. oOo “What’s you’re Italy like?” Kuro asked leaning against the tree causing the Japanese man to jump. His brown soulless eyes looked shocked at the man who had not been there before. “Where-” He started to ask but the man grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. “So you want to talk about me huh?” He laughed once, a shocking sound that shook Kiku to his bones. “Nothing about me is that interesting he berried his other hand deep in the dark locks. Brown eyes opened wide, a blush deepened his cheeks. “Please let go of me” His breath came out in quick puffs as his anxiety rose. Kuro’s eyes narrowed in a glair but never the less let go of his hold. “I wasn’t going to hurt you” He mumbled. The small nation breathing required and he watched the strange man sink deeper in his own darkness. “I know” Kiku finally said, causing Kuro’s peek up at the Asian nation through his dark lashes. “Can we take it slower please” His bright red eyes regarded the other as a smile spread on his face. Slowly he sat gesturing for the other to smile. “To which Italy are we referring north or south” Kiku followed