Peek a boo I found you [Alfred/Mandee]

[Warren Michael Pierce]

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But that's me stumbling away

Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry

“No way you put itching powder in his shampoo? Just know if you do that with me you might wake up on morning feeling quite bald.”

Warren wasn’t sure if Alfred was joking around or not. But he put a buffalo through this mans wall; itching shampoo would have been the least of this guys worries. He wondered what this man did to send Alfred on the prank warpath. Or maybe since Alfred was so young as the time anything that humored him he decided to do. It made sense Warren used to run around the lab all the time hiding from the techs making them chase him around thinking it was hilarious. When really he was probably badgering them more than anything not able to get their work done as needed.

“Why couldn’t you go? I mean leavening here for a ceremony doesn’t seem like it’s to wild. It’s not like anything crazy is going down here. Even since you guys have come I’m sure there is nothing suspicious just a whole bunch of us kinds together. I bet you are proud of your Olympians though!”

He wondered what the other nations looked like. Where they tall, fat, skinny weird looking or were they just about as normal as Alfred? He couldn’t help but want to meet the others but at the same time not really. He didn’t want them to hate him because he all ready knew Alfred’s secret let alone have to carry there’s around. To them he was just a mere human with no secrets but really he did have them. Not that he was willing to really share his secret with them either. They were strangers or would be when he met them just like he would be a weird stranger to them. He shook the thoughts away they were getting him quite confused and dizzy.

“You can really get a hole of spy gear? Cause I’m pretty sure that would be awesome!!! Yeah those CIA guys are pretty hard-core they used to scare me so bad as a kid I’d always run and hide when ever they came to check on how thing were going. Oh damn! I’m sure they fell like shit after they found out whom you were. Possibly getting fired for it too.”

Word Count:382
Tag:Alfred/Mandee
Notes: Just had no good ideas or thoughts today.
Lyrics: Take on me- A-HA

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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Alfred wore a large grin on his face. "I plead the fifth."

[/color] He stated in a somewhat singsong voice. It was clear that he had absolutely no intent of revealing whether or not he'd actually put itching powder in his former caretaker's shampoo.

"We probably could have gone, but I decided to stick it out around here. The Olympics happen every four years, but it's not every day you get to hang out at a school like this!"[/color] That didn't mean he hadn't been excited for the Olympics though. He waited anxiously through the first several days, when Yao's team was earning medal after medal, leaving Alfred in second place. But then Alfred's team surged ahead, and never looked back. Oh yes, he was definitely proud of his Olympians! "Damn straight I am! 104 medals baby!"[/color]

If Alfred knew that Warren had questions about other nations, he might have actually provided a few answers. Again, he was trying to stay away from naming too many names, but letting Warren know that they could blend in with their citizens just as easily as he could wasn't that big of a deal. That wouldn't cause any international security incidents. Not that this was technically one either - Only if Warren went around blabbing to the wrong people, and he knew Warren wouldn't do something like that. Besides, now they were back on the subject of spy gear!

"Course I can! What kind of stuff do you want? Can't promise I'll get everything, but I can try to snag a few things."[/color] Things that the CIA wouldn't miss, of course. Alfred had a lot more clout than it looked like he did, but there would still be a lot of explaining to do if too many things went missing all at once.

Alfred shook his head at the last part of Warren's statement. "They didn't find out exactly who I was. Remember, hardly anyone knows about that. They did find out I was pretty high up though, and they felt pretty bad. They weren't fired though. That would be kinda mean for an honest mistake. I mean, I don't look like I belong there, I'll give 'em that."[/color] It was both a blessing and a curse, really. "How were they supposed to know I had top level clearance?"[/color] He grinned mischievously.
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Fast Food Song - Fast Food Rockers
WORD COUNT: 417
TAG: Warren/Shannon
NOTES: Alfred's gonna be talking about those medals a lot, I have a feeling. =P[/color][/font]
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KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT

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[Warren Michael Pierce]

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But that's me stumbling away

Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry

“Of course you do. Well I just hope it doesn’t have to come down to seeing a bald Alfred around”

Laughs at his statement a bit, it was hard to be serious with Alfred. He wasn’t even sure if he would get revenge if they started a prank war. It would be hilarious if that did start though. People just might get caught in the cross fire so hopefully it never came to that.

“This school will always be here, not like the Olympics are going anywhere. At least you still got to watch the opening ceremonies. Were there other nations there you recognized? It must be exciting to go every four years. You should take me in the next four years. Wow I didn’t know we won 104 medals, I only catch a glimpse of them every now and then. Or if they are on yahoo talking about it I check in once in a while to see how teams are doing.”

He wanted to know more about nations yet at the same time he didn’t. The more he knew the more secrets he had to hold. It wasn’t too difficult he didn’t talk to too many people and when he did things didn’t just slip. Ok well unimportant things did but when it came to serious secrets he made sure to tread carefully. It would take a while to even be ok that Alfred isn’t just a man but he’s a nation. Not that he didn’t see Alfred as the same person from before. There was just a lot more to him that met the eye. It all made sense why he didn’t want to tell Warren as a child. He would have run around laughing and joking not taking what Alfred was telling him serious. And not to have Alfred grow up, as he was it would have confused him. He respected Alfred more for leaving when he did. It wasn’t to hurt Warren but protect him the best way Alfred could.

“Oh can we get night vision goggles? I’ve always wanted to try those out! Is that CIA? Anything you can get your hands on would be so cool. Just don’t get caught they don’t sound to friendly if you took a lot of things.”

He wouldn’t want Alfred to get in trouble for bringing him CIA things. But he would want to try them out right away. They could post up in trees and behind bushes, radioing each other. It would be pretty awesome, or if they got earpieces they could roam around the school doing checks. Maybe even scoping out people just to see who is around campus. It could be an interesting little game they could play.

“Right, I keep forgetting you’re at the top of the government secrets books. I mean it’s not like everyone knows who you are. But don’t you have some sort of badge you could have flashed them? I’m sure the government has given you some sort of ID so people don’t jump on you left and right when you show up places.”

Word Count:515
Tag:Alfred/Mandee
Notes:
Lyrics: Take on me- A-HA

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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At Warren's words, Alfred patted at the top of his head. "I'd prefer ya didn't. I like my amber waves of grain, and besides, you don't want to cut off Nantucket, do you?"

[/color] At this, Alfred pointed to the strand of hair that stood up on it's end near the front of his head.

"Nah, us nations usually try to stay away from the cameras there. We can blend in with our athletes if we need to, but if they caught us on camera too much they might start asking questions. Sometimes we'll go out in disguises if we know there's gonna be too many cameras around. It's kinda fun! Going out in disguises, I mean. Though sometimes not so much, especially if you get an itchy wig."[/color] Alfred scratched at the top of his head just thinking about it.

Alfred smiled when Warren suggested night vision goggles first. "Sure! Those should be pretty easy to get, actually. They're not as top secret at some of the other stuff they have around there. I'd tell you about them, but, you know..."[/color] Alfred proceeded to look around, then leaned in close to Warren, "then I'd have to kill ya."[/color] Hopefully Warren would understand that this was a joke.

"I'll see what I can snag."[/color] Alfred stated, backing away from Warren again. If he knew Warren's thoughts about playing spy, he would respond emphatically straight away. That would be a blast, just playing around with and testing a few things with the kid he used to take out for ice cream.

Alfred snorted at Warren's question about a badge or other form of identification. "Course I do. They just didn't want to wait around for that. I mean, do I look like a person you'd expect to see wandering around a CIA building?"[/color] The obvious answer was no. Physically, Alfred appeared about nineteen. He was dressed in largely casual clothing at the moment, a Captain America t-shirt as a top and jeans on his lower half. He was wearing tennis shoes, and generally, easily passed as a regular civilian.

Alfred pulled out his wallet, tossing not only his Washington, D.C. drivers license on the ground between he and Warren, but military I.D. cards for every branch of the military, and badges for places like the CIA and the FBI headquarters. "I have a guy who does new ones for me every few years or so. Well, I've had a few guys, actually. One gal too. I can get in pretty much anywhere if I need to, but I don't go all that often. Only place in D.C. I find myself at somewhat regularly is the White House. The other stuff's usually on special trips."[/color] Such as the special trip he'd be making if he grabbed spy gear for himself and Warren!
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Fast Food Song - Fast Food Rockers
WORD COUNT: 507
TAG: Warren/Shannon
NOTES: So...someone used the term 'amber waves of grain' from the song to describe Alfred's hair in a fanfic once. I decided I wanted to use it myself. It does fit, after all. =P[/color][/font]
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KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT

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[Warren Michael Pierce]

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But that's me stumbling away

Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry

“Hey if you put itching powder in my shampoo, Nantucket would be the least of my worries. Besides wouldn’t that make you hair missing more terrifying? Unless of course I could just shave around it, which would be hilarious! Don’t worry I’m not getting any real ideas out of this. Makes sense that you would want to blend in as much as possible. Since no one really knows about you except certain people. You get to wear disguises how fun is that?! Itchy wigs would drive me crazy, I’ve never worn a wig but I could imagine it would be annoying.”

Warren wouldn’t be that great of a spy if something was irritating him he would have to take it off. Then again if he were a trained spy something itching him would be the least of his worries. He’d probably be more focused on the task at hand of taking someone out. He probably couldn’t even shoot any body unless he ran them to death. Even then he would probably feel bad about for weeks later. He was sure from all the spy movies he had seen they get trained to not feel like that. He wondered how they got removed feelings. Or did they just suppress them until one day they just crack and are removed from the force. Someone else stepping up and in to there place in line.

“Could we get those one gadgets where you push the button and they hook on to something and then they reel up all the way up. I’ve always wanted to do that or bungee down the side of a building like a bad ass. Alfred we are going to have so much fun with theses new spy toys. I just think I like the idea of seeing at night, how cool of a power would that be?”

Grins and laughs at Alfred’s joke, for one there was no way Alfred could kill him. Second he was pretty sure Alfred would get in loads of trouble for doing so. Warren kept his on his happy face but it slowly morphed in to curiosity as Alfred pulled out a bunch of cards placing them in-between them selves. He was going to answer that no Alfred didn’t look like he belonged at the CIA building but he picked up the cards speechless. He couldn’t believe how much clearance Alfred really had. Yes he had told him that he was allowed everywhere and anywhere but wow! Looking at the ID’s he glanced at Alfred for a moment then back down on the ground. But he snapped out of the trance and he finally found his voice.

“You really don’t look like you’d fit in at all. I mean your wearing a t-shirt when clearly entering the CIA you need a suit and some glass for good measure. Few years? But you don’t change that often do you? Or is it just for updating measures across the agencies so that way your cards are up to date with there’s. And if that’s the case they redo cards every couple years? Is it for security purposes?”

Word Count:522
Tag:Alfred/Mandee
Notes: Just had no good ideas or thoughts today.
Lyrics: Take on me- A-HA

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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Alfred patted at the top of his head once again. "I dunno what would happen if you shaved my head, but I don't think I wanna find out."

[/color] He laughed.

"It is fun! Makes you feel kinda like a secret agent."[/color] Came Alfred's response to Warren's next statement. Then again, Alfred's regular appearance was something of a disguise in itself. Hardly anyone would guess off the bat what Alfred was just by taking a quick glance at him. It was pretty damn convenient, though it also had it's disadvantages - The incident at the CIA being proof of that.

"Sure, I could pick something like that up!"[/color] Alfred stated, grin as large as always. He wondered if maybe he should write down a list, but he probably wouldn't need one. Most of the items Warren was asking for were classics in any spy kit!

Alfred couldn't help but smirk a little when he saw Warren's eyes widen at just how many clearance badges and identification cards Alfred really had. It was always fun seeing people's reaction to that one. He left the cards sitting on the ground, available for Warren to pick up and look through if he wanted to. In the meantime, Alfred decided to answer a few of Warren's next questions.

"Well, I wasn't wearing a Captain America t-shirt into the CIA, though I should try that next time and see how they react to that one."[/color] Alfred laughed at the thought. "And no, I don't change that often. Still, I can't go around using the same fake ID for more than few years, right? People'd be asking lots of questions if I went around using my first driver's license now. It's mainly to keep up to date. Plus I don't like to get all my licenses from just one place. I have fifty states, so I like to switch it up every once in a while. I've used most of 'em already. Using D.C. right now, not sure what state to use next. Any ideas?"[/color] He should probably start keeping a list...but why keep a list when he kept most of his IDs from over the years anyway?


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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Fast Food Song - Fast Food Rockers
WORD COUNT: 388
TAG: Warren/Shannon
NOTES: Oh Alfred and his IDs. XD[/color][/font]
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KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT

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[Warren Michael Pierce]

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But that's me stumbling away

Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry

“I agree I don’t want to be blamed for the destruction of something in America. I better just leave you alone and treat you like glass doll” chuckles at his joke. “We could even play a spy game, make a random target. Who ever can get the target first wins. This could be an epic games for us.”

Warren was now practically bouncing up and down from where he was sitting. He could help but think how cool it would be. Of course the target would have to be a mutual friend so they don’t just grab somebody thinking they are getting kidnapped. Then again to see the look on that persons face would be priceless. He wondered if he should get a tux for this and just be a James bond type. Suave and ready for anything that got thrown his way. He could see Alfred being more like Bond then himself or even Tom Cruise from Mission impossible. They should take a weekend off as mutants and just be spies. Have a head quarters, oh and they would need walkie talkies to be able to communicate or even high tech phones. Warren’s head was buzzing around with thoughts. He happily let them play out in his mind it was exciting.

“What about communication? We’d need cool phones or even watches we can talk in to. Or go for the secret service look and have little ear buds in out ears. Oh man I’m so excited for this! You just need to get the coolest stuff, of course making sure that the things that are taken aren’t going to be that missed.”

As he glanced at the ID’s he noticed Alfred’s smirk. Warren couldn’t help being shocked this was the first time he had seen anything like this. It surely wasn’t every day he got to talk to someone with so much clearance. He continued to pick up and put down ID’s as Alfred began to answer questions. Laughing as Alfred said next time he’d wear a captain America t-shit just to mess with the CIA. He wondered what it would be like to be a nation for a day. He was sure he’d have a blast at the white house or even in high clearance places. He would even have access to calling the president but that would be so intimidating. He noted how Alfred said he had ID’s from all over the United States. It made sense it was his country after all he should be able to have a license from anywhere.

“Wow you must have a lot of ID’s hanging around. I agree if I had ID’s to every country I’d want to use them all. Do you have the basic standard ID’s or do you at least get to make fun faces in them? I’ve always wanted to jump in to someone’s ID photo I think that would be hilarious. Hmm… maybe you should use one from Florida. You could be like oh yeah my vacation home is there. Wait do you have a vacation home there?”

Word Count:513
Tag:Alfred/Mandee
Notes: Spies!
Lyrics: Take on me- A-HA

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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"Kid, it takes a lot to break me."

[/color] Alfred stated with a grin. There was no need to treat Alfred like a glass doll. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd prefer you don't chop my head off or anything like that, but it won't kill me. It'll scare the crap out of people nearby, but it won't kill me. Not permanently, at least."[/color] Alfred winked at this. Death wasn't something he particularly enjoyed experiencing. Who would? It was frightening. It was painful (most of the time). And, since Alfred and fellow nations came back to life after a physical death, it was disorienting. It was also a security risk, though thankfully it didn't happen too often where humans could see.

"That would be a blast! Let's do it!"[/color] He didn't have a target in mind yet, but that didn't matter. They could pick one out later. What mattered was that this sounded like fun! It helped matters that it was a competition, and Alfred could rarely sit out of any sort of competition. It was one of his major weaknesses. He wanted to be the best at everything, even if he clearly wasn't.

"I think we'll go with the earbuds. They'll be easier to pick up, since I'm around secret service agents more than I'm around the CIA."[/color] When he was around Washington, he even had a secret service agent of his own.

Alfred laughed. "I sure do! I usually do the standard IDs, but sometimes a funny face comes up unintentional, like anyone else. Like, in 1969, I made the mistake of getting my picture taken for my driver's license right after Woodstock. Lemme tell you, that was bad."[/color] And in that case, he was particularly happy that he switched around his licenses as often as he did.

"I've lived there before. I've lived in all of my states at some point, though I have one permanent home near D.C. I spend a lot of time in D.C. as a rule, so it's kinda a necessity."[/color] He didn't exactly have a vacation home there, though. He'd had homes he'd owned down there, but he usually tried to keep up two homes at a time. The usual permanent residence in Washington, D.C., and another home somewhere else. Right now, his second home was currently an apartment in New York City. "Yeah, I think I'll go with Florida the next time around. Thanks bro."[/color] Alfred grinned, picking up a few of his IDs and starting to put them back into his wallet.
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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Fast Food Song - Fast Food Rockers
WORD COUNT: 458
TAG: Warren/Shannon
NOTES: Uh...yeah. XD[/color][/font]
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KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT

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[Warren Michael Pierce]

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But that's me stumbling away

Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry

“Oh so if your arm gets cut off you can regrow it? Or is it more like if you heart stops, it will restart all on its own? Yeah I can only imagine I would be scared to death if something that crazy happened in front of me. Then again if I knew you’d be coming back to life I guess it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. Unless for some reason you didn’t, then I would begin freaking out.”

Coming back to life must be terrible, waking up with a bunch of people hovering over you. Not to sure what happened and jumbled up it wouldn’t be fun that’s for sure. You’d probably still ache for a while if you were struck or shot with something. It wouldn’t be a gift Warren would want even if it were just to regrown limbs. Ick! He couldn’t even stand thinking about it, kind of made him feel queasy. He just hoped that he never saw Alfred like that. Lifeless on moment and completely dead then alive and well the next as if nothing were wrong. He could only imagine the crowd they get if that happened at school.

“I agree I think we should! We’d obviously have a blast, a little friendly competition is always welcome and it will be a completely awesome time. Even if people give us weird looks who cares we will be spies!”

This whole little concoction of there’s was going to be the best. He couldn’t wait just to be a kid again running around having fun. It had been way to long; his studies would be put on the back burner for a weekend. Not that it would be too bad until he actually had to go and do it then he’d be in a homework disaster crunch for a while. It would most certainly be worth it for a weekend of playing spy. He could be someone else that made him smile for a moment. He wasn’t too sure why playing spy was so intriguing.

“Ear buds it is then! What else do you think you could get? I’m really curious as to what other gadgets will be easy to get.”

Warren grins as Alfred shares a piece of information about getting an ID after Woodstock. Who in his right mind would do that? Then again if you just came from Woodstock you would never come out in your right mind. Warren would want to see that ID he could make a good laugh out of that for a long while. But he could imagine that a lot of people those couple of years had bad ID’s that they wouldn’t want to talk about ever again in there whole lives.

“That’s a lot of traveling for one person but I suppose that it would be good to stick around D.C. since if something goes down you have to be around there anyway. I think Florida is an excellent choice and no problem. I wonder if I could get some ID’s, maybe not I’d get confused on what ID is current and which one isn’t.”


Word Count:521
Tag:Alfred/Mandee
Notes:
Lyrics: Take on me- A-HA

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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"Both,"

[/color] Alfred responded, a wry sort of grin on his face. "You should have seen the look on General Washington's face when my head got blown off and I came walking into camp a few hours later."[/color] He hadn't meant to scare the crap out of his future first president, it just sort of happened. Given that it was his first death, Alfred didn't know what to make of it either until General Washington explained exactly what happened.

"Exactly! So long as we're having fun, who cares what kind of looks they give us?"[/color] Well, he'd care if anything extremely top secret came out, but the chances of that were pretty slim. He was selecting minimum security 'toys' on purpose. Not only did he not want to blow his cover in front of the school but he didn't exactly want most of the other nations to discover what kind of tools he had in his arsenal either.

But so far everything Warren suggested was your standard spy gear, so it all worked out.

Alfred's response to Warren's next inquiry was a shrug. "I'll see what I can grab."[/color] They already had a few awesome toys that they could play with, and Alfred didn't want to give away something that he wasn't supposed to. It was better to cut off the pattern now, before Alfred said something that he regretted. Especially with certain countries he didn't entirely trust (such as Russia) lurking around.

When Warren mentioned that living in all 50 states at some point was a lot of traveling for one person, Alfred couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, well, it's kind of part of the territory of what I am. I don't even consider it traveling exactly. It's all a part of my house."[/color] Here, he was slipping into nation terminology that Warren might or might not be able to understand.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Fast Food Song - Fast Food Rockers
WORD COUNT: 458
TAG: Warren/Shannon
NOTES: Uh...yeah. XD[/color][/font]
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[Warren Michael Pierce]

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But that's me stumbling away

Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry

“That’s really neat, I’d ask to see but then we’d have to put you in some sort of danger. And that wouldn’t be the greatest plan ever probably. Or the best scene, the man who comes back to life, people would start wondering how many powers you really had. Your head got blown off? How did someone manage to do that? Or did you just stick your head into a cannon?”

Somehow he could see Alfred doing that just for a point. Or maybe just to cause confusion or laughter. Warren wondered how many times over his life Alfred has died. It seems, as many wars as he’s been in death a couple times would make sense. Can’t protect everyone from everything going on. Especially back then with the guns and very little technology that they had. He could only imagine sitting there with an outdated gun trying to win a war; he bet it was a pain. Not that he has ever fought in any wars or would even begin to understand war. But he could imagine compared to what the military had today compared to then life is much easier.

“True, most of them will probably just be jealous any way. I mean I know I would be if I saw two guys running around acting like spies. Although Alfred I’m sure you could become a real spy if you really wanted. Can they even tell you no to something like that? Seeing as you are a nation I can’t see them giving you to many no’s as answers.”

He knew for sure that they told Alfred no about a Captain America type project. But then again Warren was alive and breathing being that very project himself. Well no quite like Captain America but a revised version that was for sure. Maybe they told Alfred no so they could take credit for things for themselves? It would just circle back around to Alfred anyway since he is America. Or possibly they were waiting for the right scientist’s his mother and father had outstanding credentials to make him. Plus loving and caring although he didn’t think they put that in there resume.

“That’s fine I just don’t want us to get in trouble for anything. Well you won’t but I could if they angry. Somehow I think my parents would make a bigger deal of it than anyone else.” Warren laughs. “Sometimes I think I’m just a big china doll they never want to let out of their sight. I suppose it’s not a bad thing, at least they care, right?”

Warren knew his mother was just an over protecting type of person. Even with some of her other lower level clearance projects she never let any one touch them. And If Warren wanted to take a look at them even now she hovered to make sure he wasn’t touching or getting to close.

“Hmm that’s a strange way to put it. It’s logical though, America is yours and I suppose you could consider it a large house. I mean you can travel anywhere and a house would be set up waiting for you. Guess that’s the perks of being a nation.”

Word Count: 533
Tag:Alfred/Mandee
Notes:
Lyrics: Take on me- A-HA

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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Upon hearing Warren's words, Alfred put on a look of mock shock. "You want to see my head blown off? And here I thought we were bros..."

[/color] He let out a sigh, shaking his head, though the twitching at the corner of his mouth made it clear as day that he was joking around.

"Nah, I don't blame ya. It would be kinda neat, not that I've actually seen it happen myself. I mean, usually I'm sorta out of commission when it happens."[/color] Out of commission was putting it lightly, given that they were talking about death. Alfred wondered if he could even describe the sensation to Warren - Or if he even wanted to. If Warren asked, he'd respond, but did he want to spring that up on Warren unexpectedly? He didn't think so. It wasn't even a subject he liked to think about all that much. Sure, he'd 'come back', which took out some of the fear, but it wasn't a pleasant sensation, and it was still one Alfred tried to avoid if he could.

Alfred considered what Warren was saying. "I could be...and to some extent am, at this very moment. You don't think the school knows about us nations, do you? Of course not! Hardly anyone does! To them, we're just transfer students from around the world."[/color]

What the men and women in charge of the project were waiting for, unbeknownst to both Warren and Alfred, was a success. Warren was that success, so of course Alfred was told about Warren. Actually bonding with the kid and taking him out for ice cream wasn't part of the initial plan, but Alfred had a habit of not always doing things according to plan.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Fast Food Song - Fast Food Rockers
WORD COUNT: 458
TAG: Warren/Shannon
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KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT

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[Warren Michael Pierce]

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But that's me stumbling away

Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry

“I never said seeing you head blown off did I? No I’d probably puke and feel all sorts of terrible. Then again on the bright side I’d probably shower you in gift like you were a girlfriend.”

Laugh at his own words, but it was very true he’d feel so bad he’d let Alfred have what ever he wanted on him. It didn’t sound too bad from Alfred’s point of view but Warren would be broker than broke if that happened. He couldn’t help but visualize Alfred in danger and that worried him more than ever. What if something went wrong and he never came back to life? What would that do to America? No it was best if they didn’t go off and do stunts like jackass. Just play it safe and everyone lived to tell the tale, thinking about Alfred in a Johnny Knoxville costume did make Warren chuckle.

“So do you remember anything when you come too or is it more of waking up from a sleep? It would be interesting to be able to come back alive after something that traumatic happening. Then again if you don’t remember I suppose it’s not that traumatic.”

Shrugs his shoulders at the statement, it would kind of be boring remembering something scary about to happen then waking up and being ok. He wondered whom else he died around and if it scared them as much as it sounded to be creepy. He wondered how it felt but only briefly that was way to morbid to think about. He could only imagine his own death and that would be scary enough even if he did die naturally. He shook the thought out of his head it was too scary to even think about.

“No of course not that would be a hug breach in the government. Not to mention I doubt they’d want something like to school know something that important. So all the nations are coming here because of mutants, its so weird that you all are interested in them… us. But I suppose you have to be ready for anything especially if people come here to recruit. Just glad it’s all neutral ground right now, or else I’d probably just go home back to D.C.”

Word Count:377
Tag:Alfred/Mandee
Notes: Just had no good ideas or thoughts today.
Lyrics: Take on me- A-HA

[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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Alfred raised an eyebrow at the girlfriend analogy. "You don't have to go that far. We're bros, dude. Can't say I'm against the gift thing, though!"

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With all of that being said, Alfred still had no plans to seek out danger for the strict purpose of getting himself killed. He knew he'd come back, but that didn't mean that the experience of dying was something pleasant by any means. Alfred wanted to avoid it as much as possible.

Not so unexpectedly, Warren had another question waiting for him about the phenomenon. "Depends on the situation. If it's a quick and sudden death, you don't even really know it's coming. Like, for example, the first time it happened. I got bashed in the head with a cannonball. Last thing I remembered was the thing flying toward my face before I woke up on the ground in a deserted battlefield. I had no idea what happened until I went to find the rest of the army. Like I said, General Washington was acting like he'd seen a ghost the next time I saw him."[/color] How disorienting that had been, especially given that it was his first 'death'.

"Other times, it's a little more obvious what's gonna happen, and you get some time to prepare yourself. It's still a bit disorienting when you wake up after it, but it's not like you don't remember what led up to it. Sometimes I wish humans could do the same thing, but other times I don't. I mean, it's not something I'd want someone to go through, but at the same time, wouldn't it be nice if you didn't have to worry about outliving pretty much every human you know? I like being practically immortal, you know, but it can get a bit depressing sometimes knowing you've outlived 39 of your bosses and will probably outlive the rest of them too."[/color] Alfred wasn't sure if he liked discussing such a morbid subject, especially with a human, but he did have to admit that it was nice getting it off of his chest sometimes.

Indeed it would be a huge breach. He nodded in agreement to Warren's comments about the nations being at school primarily to check out the mutants. It was still surprising, though, that Warren was sent here, given what he was. Then again, it was easy for him to just pass off as a regular mutant here, and not one that was created on purpose by his government.

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TEMPLATE CREDIT: eliza @ shadowplay
SONG: Fast Food Song - Fast Food Rockers
WORD COUNT: 458
TAG: Warren/Shannon
NOTES: Uh...yeah. XD[/color][/font]
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KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT

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[Warren Michael Pierce]

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
But that's me stumbling away

Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry

“I don’t think anyone is again gift giving. Maybe I’ll just surprise you one day with an awesome gift. So what’s your definition of awesome?”

He figured awesome was going to be something that he couldn’t get Alfred. Or it would be too easy like something captain America or superman. He wouldn’t mind getting Alfred a bunch of shirts like that. He was sure he could find interesting ones online or even make one for him off a t-shirt shop online. So that way no one in the world would have a shirt like it. Custom made was always nifty because it shows you took the time and it was a one of a kind. And who doesn’t like things that are one of a kind?

“So the first time it happened when the cannon hit your face did you know you were going to wake back up? Or was it more like you had no idea that you were going to wake up and when you did it was more of a oh thank goodness I’m ok? Yeah I’m sure the whole regiment was looking at you like they all saw a ghost. I’m surprised you didn’t give Washington a heart attack. I wonder why you come back, is it because you’re a nation? Are you invincible unless your country goes under attack?”

The questions just kept spouting out of Warren’s mouth one after another. He hoped that Alfred could keep up with all of them. Surely he would be able to keep up with Warren now if he could keep up with him when he was five. Maybe when Warren was five he was quieter but someone how doubted it, five year olds loved to talk even if it was about rocks. He wondered if every nations was like that or if it was just one of Alfred’s special powers like strength. Then again nations would have to be able to come back life Alfred just in case something happened to them right? Questions were going to be coming out of his ears soon at this rate.

“Is it worse having to prepare yourself for something or is it slightly better being taken by surprise. I couldn’t imagine having to stare death in the face even if I did know I was going to come out fine and alive. It would be so earth shattering, has coming back alive changed your life? You know like those near death experiences people talk about? I must be hard out living everyone but at least you have friends as nations. I mean most of those guys aren’t going anywhere. But I suppose your bosses you have a special bond with. You’re with them most of the time unless your on a mission right? And don’t you have other types of immortal friends? You’d think as long as you’ve lived you would have found someone by now who also lived a long time.”

Warren wasn’t sure how Alfred hadn’t found some mutant or something else that lived forever as well. Then again it didn’t seem like Alfred was looking either. Warren was sure the immortal people didn’t look any different from regular humans. Unless of course you lived next to them for years and they didn’t age a day and you did. He felt a bit sad for Alfred, seeing all these people pass away while you stayed young and vibrant. He couldn’t imagine what would happen when it was his turn to pass on. Would it be scary? Would Alfred even come to comfort him while he was withering away? Would Warren even want Alfred to see him like that?

“So, if any of the other nations found out about me what would happen? And don’t get alarmed I don’t plan on telling anyone but I’m just curious. You may not even have that answer, I just figured you might have some idea.”

He just wanted to reconfirm how important it was no to tell anyone. He had made up the silliest things in his head if he told someone the American government would come in immediately and ship him away. He doubted that was true, but some how he figured he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. Or if he did they better be able to keep their lips sealed until there grave. It was hard to find people like that, most loved to gossip and with something, as Warren was a government project. Yeah that would be on Facebook in no time.

Word Count:752
Tag:Alfred/Mandee
Notes:
Lyrics: Take on me- A-HA