Chapter 6
Alfred wanted to cry. He was pretending to be a dead man with his family. Alfred just wanted to spill everything, but he kept thinking about America's words. He didn't want to see Mattie cry, and wasn't Arthur Great Britain? He would jump his ass in a second. Alfred can't fight for his life.
"Are you okay, lad? You look like you're going to cry," England asked Alfred. England and France arrived at the Taco Bell when him and Mattie finished eating. There was lots of French words thrown around, and cussing with Arthur.
"I'm fine, I just don't feel good," Alfred tried to laugh off.
"Mon cher, could it be his economy? It did crash for awhile," France spoke. All three looked at Alfred in concern.
"I.. Uh.. I did feel sick for awhile, but just a few days ago, I feel better! I'm a O.K!" Alfred tried to soothe their worries.
"Are you sure? Crashing economy is no "a o.k", America," England whispered when a human walked by them. Alfred was confused when they did that.
"Oui, you could have died," France said. Alfred saw Mattie tearing up.
"I-I'm fine! I promise! Scout's honor!" Alfred exclaimed holding up the signature gesture for Boy Scouts.
"Are you sure, America?" Canada asked, once again whispering.
"It's Alfred!" Alfred snapped a bit, the pressure was making him crack.
"So you finally trust us with your human name," England stated, seeming a bit annoyed.
"Alfred? What a British name," France sighed in slight disappointment.
"You wanker!" Arthur cried, while Francis smiled and winked at Alfred.
Alfred slowly started to relax around the three. Though, behind Alfred's back, the three were giving each other glances. America was acting weird.