“I'm certain about it. She wouldn't lie Joan isn't the type you know that!”
The first voice was male and brash. It was slightly familiar but England couldn't manage to place it properly. But he was certain it was someone who annoyed him since he could tell the man had a french accent.
“But visitors here at the school? I've heard about this Mr Honda before but why would he bring someone else with him?”
The second voice was female and was very concerned. England clearly remembered that voice from someone. After seeing as much as he had you would force yourself to develop a good memory. A third voice he couldn't place chuckled.
“This is serious Freud don't laugh at Florence concern. If there is someone else here, who is apparently not another doctor so it means something will or has occurred!”
There are times when we do things without understanding why. Like when you walk around and you ponder over a decision, but in truth it doesn't matter how long you ponder because you have already made up your mind.
England experienced just such a feeling.
She's a clone. Even if her face is just the same and her voice is just as I remember it she's still a clone. Was what the rational part of his mind wanted to think. England usually prided himself in being rational and not perverted like that stupid frog or acting before thinking like that childish America. Truth to be told he was jealous of France capability to express love to someone and he was jealous of America for always saying what he actually thought of things.
And just like when you are reunited with a friend from the past you easily slip back into the role you had when you met them last.
So at that very moment going down on one knee and kissing her hand felt like the most natural thing to do in the world.
The “click” of a camera broke the trance. England realized what he was doing and quickly got up from the floor.
Be rational England! Yes, calm down. You must calm down, now! Okay, good. For lack of better gestures to do he corrected his tie and cleared his throat to buy him some seconds of time to think. 1. Japan brought me here to observe, only looking no touching. 2. They are clones, they have no personal relationship to me whatsoever. He quickly scanned the small crowd that was looking at him with very interested or suspicious expressions. What the fuck is that Napoleon, no wonder I felt annoyed! And, that, that must be Florence Nightingale! Did she just take a picture of us? Ah I just kissed Elizabeth Iamsostupid! She's blushing! Am I blushing? Damn, fuck of course I'm blushing. Just calm down and talk to them. They are just clones. Just clones. Fuck, damn bloody cursing fucking. How am I supposed to look at her face and not see the resemblance. How am I supposed to listen to her voice and not remember? Fuck this shit.
“I am sorry for my unexpected introduction but my lady's beauty just couldn't go unnoticed.” Okay it's a start. Remember, no personal relationship
He reached out his hand.
“I am Arthur Kirkland. Acquittance of Kiku Honda. It is a pleasure to meet you all.”
The clones were silent for at least twenty seconds. Florence looked worried. Elizabeth was still blushing. Napoleon looked suspicious and that last guy whom he guessed was Freud, England had only met him at old age and briefly. He just looked amused in a way that made England feel uncomfortable.
The clones didn't have time to answer before Englands cellphone rang.
“Excuse me I have to take this.”
“This is Kiku. I must apologize I got caught up in a discussion with the doctor but I am heading back right now. How is the situation?”
England glanced at the students. They were all still more interested in him then anything else in the room.
“It is good. I am...” He looked around the room. “In the common room on the second floor.”
“I see. I will be on my way then. Goodbye.” Japan hung up.
England looked back at the students. Florence Nightingale was now smiling brightly, she'd always been so kind to everyone, even at the very end.
“I'm Florence Nightingale.” She said with a smile. This seemed to break the ice somewhat. Napoleon spoke up first.
“I am Napoleon Bonaparte. You must be the guest Joan spoke about before.” He gave the rest of them a triumphed smile.
“Yes I saw her briefly. Didn't have any time to speak with her though.”
It was difficult to not feel hate. Or at least annoyance.
“I, I am Elizabeth Tudor. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, sir.”
And it was just as difficult to not feel love. Or at least infatuation.
He was almost lost in thoughts again when he heard Japan call his name.
“Kirkland-san. There you are.” He greeted the clones with a quick bow. “I am Honda Kiku. Doctor Kamiya might have mentioned me in the passing.”
The group of teenage clones nodded in agreement. Then suddenly Japans expression turned concerned.
“Perhaps Kirkland-san would appreciate an early dinner?”
England just nodded in response. One part off him wanted to get away from these people as fast as possible before he did or said something that he would regret, and one part off him wanted nothing more then to stay and was very frightened off loosing sight of them.
“Where will we be staying over the night?”
“The guest rooms on the third floor of course.”
England could have sworn that what he just saw was the hint of a professional smile. He reminded himself that Japan might be spending to much time giving America games and toys.
Second chapter up! I'll try to keep up the pace. I hope the story is going to the readers liking.
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(Anonymous) 2010-08-18 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)The first voice was male and brash. It was slightly familiar but England couldn't manage to place it properly. But he was certain it was someone who annoyed him since he could tell the man had a french accent.
“But visitors here at the school? I've heard about this Mr Honda before but why would he bring someone else with him?”
The second voice was female and was very concerned. England clearly remembered that voice from someone. After seeing as much as he had you would force yourself to develop a good memory.
A third voice he couldn't place chuckled.
“This is serious Freud don't laugh at Florence concern. If there is someone else here, who is apparently not another doctor so it means something will or has occurred!”
There are times when we do things without understanding why. Like when you walk around and you ponder over a decision, but in truth it doesn't matter how long you ponder because you have already made up your mind.
England experienced just such a feeling.
She's a clone. Even if her face is just the same and her voice is just as I remember it she's still a clone. Was what the rational part of his mind wanted to think. England usually prided himself in being rational and not perverted like that stupid frog or acting before thinking like that childish America.
Truth to be told he was jealous of France capability to express love to someone and he was jealous of America for always saying what he actually thought of things.
And just like when you are reunited with a friend from the past you easily slip back into the role you had when you met them last.
So at that very moment going down on one knee and kissing her hand felt like the most natural thing to do in the world.
The “click” of a camera broke the trance. England realized what he was doing and quickly got up from the floor.
Be rational England! Yes, calm down. You must calm down, now! Okay, good. For lack of better gestures to do he corrected his tie and cleared his throat to buy him some seconds of time to think. 1. Japan brought me here to observe, only looking no touching. 2. They are clones, they have no personal relationship to me whatsoever.
He quickly scanned the small crowd that was looking at him with very interested or suspicious expressions.
What the fuck is that Napoleon, no wonder I felt annoyed! And, that, that must be Florence Nightingale! Did she just take a picture of us? Ah I just kissed Elizabeth Iamsostupid! She's blushing! Am I blushing? Damn, fuck of course I'm blushing.
Just calm down and talk to them. They are just clones. Just clones. Fuck, damn bloody cursing fucking. How am I supposed to look at her face and not see the resemblance. How am I supposed to listen to her voice and not remember? Fuck this shit.
“I am sorry for my unexpected introduction but my lady's beauty just couldn't go unnoticed.” Okay it's a start. Remember, no personal relationship
He reached out his hand.
“I am Arthur Kirkland. Acquittance of Kiku Honda. It is a pleasure to meet you all.”
The clones were silent for at least twenty seconds. Florence looked worried. Elizabeth was still blushing. Napoleon looked suspicious and that last guy whom he guessed was Freud, England had only met him at old age and briefly. He just looked amused in a way that made England feel uncomfortable.
The worst kind of beautiful dream Chapter 2 3/3
(Anonymous) 2010-08-18 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)“Excuse me I have to take this.”
“This is Kiku. I must apologize I got caught up in a discussion with the doctor but I am heading back right now. How is the situation?”
England glanced at the students. They were all still more interested in him then anything else in the room.
“It is good. I am...” He looked around the room. “In the common room on the second floor.”
“I see. I will be on my way then. Goodbye.” Japan hung up.
England looked back at the students.
Florence Nightingale was now smiling brightly, she'd always been so kind to everyone, even at the very end.
“I'm Florence Nightingale.” She said with a smile. This seemed to break the ice somewhat. Napoleon spoke up first.
“I am Napoleon Bonaparte. You must be the guest Joan spoke about before.” He gave the rest of them a triumphed smile.
“Yes I saw her briefly. Didn't have any time to speak with her though.”
It was difficult to not feel hate. Or at least annoyance.
“I, I am Elizabeth Tudor. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, sir.”
And it was just as difficult to not feel love. Or at least infatuation.
He was almost lost in thoughts again when he heard Japan call his name.
“Kirkland-san. There you are.” He greeted the clones with a quick bow. “I am Honda Kiku. Doctor Kamiya might have mentioned me in the passing.”
The group of teenage clones nodded in agreement. Then suddenly Japans expression turned concerned.
“Perhaps Kirkland-san would appreciate an early dinner?”
England just nodded in response. One part off him wanted to get away from these people as fast as possible before he did or said something that he would regret, and one part off him wanted nothing more then to stay and was very frightened off loosing sight of them.
“Where will we be staying over the night?”
“The guest rooms on the third floor of course.”
England could have sworn that what he just saw was the hint of a professional smile. He reminded himself that Japan might be spending to much time giving America games and toys.
Second chapter up! I'll try to keep up the pace. I hope the story is going to the readers liking.
Re: The worst kind of beautiful dream Chapter 2 3/3
(Anonymous) 2010-08-19 12:02 am (UTC)(link)I can't wait to see more!
"Cry minesele", Captcha? I agree, crying will most likely occur in this fill.