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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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.