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[Erin Aoife Patrick]

Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way...

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Erin Patrick, or known as Ireland for those who were in on the nation secret, had more emotional issues then Jerry Springer. Okay, maybe not quite that bad, but 800 years left a ton of relationship issues. Erin had spent the day hung over from the Alfred’s July 4th birthday bash and had found herself in her dorm lazing about. Her mind being free to wander was never a good thing. Erin had a lot of grievances and a lot of negative thoughts. Her therapist had even instructed her to try to keep busy for a while. Then again, her therapist also said to drop the alcohol, stop sleeping around and to start focusing on school. Erin hadn’t done any of those things. She had gotten drunk last night, maybe or maybe not had sex with Matthew (O Canada!) and had definitely skipped class today. All three of the ‘do not do’s in a 24 hour period. Go Erin!

After napping part of the afternoon, Erin got up and no needing a shower just went out in the t-shirt she had snagged from Mattie and a pair of PJ bottoms she had changed into because his pants were way too long for her. As it was she was practically swimming in the shirt. Erin was small, standing to maybe 5’0 and was particularly slight. Ireland had suffered many famines over the years and Erin had eventually stopped putting on too much weight. Even now the Irish Economy wasn’t doing too hot, so Erin was just thankful she wasn’t throwing up all over the place. She had brought with her in a bag a bottle of Whisky and her basic necessities like her wallet and dorm keys. Nothing was better for a hangover than more alcohol right?

She wandered to one of the campus coffee shops. It was a Tim Horton’s, something she had never even heard of before coming here. She’d recently picked up its nickname and started calling it Timmies like the locals. The Coffee was alright, the donuts were manageable and the frozen drinks fantastic. Erin wandered in, looking almost lost really, before going up to the counter and ordering an extra large black coffee. It wasn’t long before she was sitting in the corner by the window, looking out and looking almost miserable.

Erin didn’t enjoy being alone. She hadn’t for years and years. Perhaps it was something to do with the fact that she had been left to sit and rot a lot of the time, while people milked her for what she was worth. Like England using her resources, or America stealing her citizens. But mostly it was more to do with the fact that being alone meant Erin didn’t know what to do with herself.

She started on the coffee, drinking about an inch into the cup before looking around and pulling out the whisky. She turned and as covertly as possible added an inch of whisky to the coffee, using the previously grabbed stir stick to mix them together. Coffee was always better with alcohol and Erin favoured Irish Whisky. Not really surprising. She glanced about hoping no one noticed, not that she thought to look outside...and then turned back to her cup and staring out the window, picking at the cup as she did so.

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[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
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Alfred was having his own issues after his birthday bash. The night, from what he could remember of it, seemed to have been a success. The memories he had of the prior night proceeded just fine up until the point where he and his brother made a duet of Baby You're A Firework in the midst of all of the fireworks being shot off. He could vaguely remember Ireland and Russia joining in. After that? Nothing. Nothing until a bit later in the night, when Chaya treated him to her own special birthday gift.

Alfred considered himself lucky that he could remember that part.

There was still one problem, though - Alfred woke up with a burn on his arm, and no memory of how he'd gotten the burn. That could mean one of two things for Alfred. The first option was that he'd managed to burn himself the day before on something. Pretty badly by the looks of it, too. The other option was one that only affected his kind, but one that he had to check out for nonetheless. He quickly flipped on the TV to see if there were any particularly nasty wildfires in the corresponding states to that arm. Realizing that the local news channels were focusing more on local news than what was happening in the states, Alfred checked online as well just to be sure. After finding no prominent wildfires in the Midwest, Alfred reached the conclusion that the burn on his arm was caused by some sort of mishap with a firework.

Which was actually a relief, oddly enough. Wildfires were unpredictable. Those burns could grow and shrink uncontrollably, and the most that he could do for them was wrap them up in bandages. Most natural disasters affected him in this way. It was only temporary, but the fact remained that there was little he could do to actually treat the injury. A burn from a firework, on the other hand? He could put burn ointment on that. He could treat it like any normal human would treat a burn. And he planned to take advantage of this. Taking a venture to the bathroom, he proceeded to coat the offending injury in burn cream before wrapping it up a couple of times.

Like Erin, he'd opted to skip out on classes today. It wasn't as though he actually needed them, and though the throbbing headache he'd initially woken up with subsided gradually, there was still a dull pain in his head by the afternoon. He decided to venture out of his dorm for the first time since this morning (when he'd traveled back from Chaya's dorm and caught Erin in Matthew's room of all places...he clearly couldn't remember his attempts to hook them up the night before).

He found himself at Tim Horton's, which he'd actually grown quite fond of in the past few weeks. Tim Horton's wasn't entirely new to him - He'd heard Matthew talking about it for years before Tim Horton's started popping up in his country. Still, back home, Tim Horton's wasn't a frequently visited place. Even here, where one could find a Tim Horton's with more ease than finding a McDonald's, Alfred spent more time at the latter than at the former. But hey, as far as he was concerned, McDonald's and Tim Horton's were in a different league. McDonald's was good for their food. Tim Horton's was good for it's coffee. Though he usually ran on Dunkin...

Alfred went through the line rather speedily. Since it wasn't quite dinner time, the place wasn't packed, although business was steady as a result of it's location on a college campus. He placed his order for an Americano (not ordering anything to eat for once...more because he was still a tad nauseated from the hangover than anything else) and stood off to the side, surveying the restaurant. He was surprised to see a familiar blur of green hair next to the window. Ireland was here? She didn't seem like the type to go for Tim Hortons either. They didn't even serve alcohol!

"Here's your Americano, sir."

The blond turned around, grinning in thanks to the worker handing his drink over. He was glad he'd done a quick sweep of the restaurant. Now he knew exactly where he wanted to sit. He started to make his way across the restaurant just in time to see the green-haired nation dumping what looked an awful lot like whiskey into her coffee. If there was any doubt in his mind who it was before, he had his proof now. He laughed as he completely his journey, setting down his cup before sliding into the seat directly across from her.

He raised his pointer finger to his lips with a cheerful grin and lowered his voice. "Don't tell Canada I'm here. I'll never live it down that I came here without being dragged by him...or as a birthday gift to him."

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Though hey, while they were on that subject... "So, did you and Matthew do anything last night? Or is your memory as spotty as mine is?"[/color] Though from what he could tell, he could remember most of the good parts, which was fine by him! Sure, it would be nice knowing for sure what happened with his arm, but...eh, he'd be alright.

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[Erin Aoife Patrick]

Just a simple little ditty,
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It was true that generally Tim Hortons wasn’t a place that Erin was overly excited to go to. Their menu wasn’t all that great (No booze...what the fuck?) and though she occasionally grabbed a coffee, she usually only had ice caps and frozen lemonades. She never sat down that much was sure. But the reason she was here was to give herself a new environment and to try to get her mind off her issues. Alfred showing up could be considered detrimental or a good thing, but either way she was more relieved to have someone to talk to instead of listening to her own thoughts raging over and over through her head.

Erin heard the laugh before she saw the face. She recognized that laugh anywhere and as she capped the whisky bottle and covertly tucked it back in her bag, moving the now full coffee to her lips and taking a blissful drink. ”I blame the alcohol. It’s addictive.”

[/b] she offered as if that was an acceptable explanation. She didn’t mind him plopping into the seat and if he had asked she’d have said as much. She really didn’t care and at least he blocked her from continuing to stare pointlessly out the window.

Erin cracked a smile as he mentioned Canada. ”I’ll only keep it quiet from Mattie if you keep it quiet that I was also here. I generally grab a drink and go if I plan to stop by this place. It’s strange, but we are in Canada and yet I only feel like I am when I enter a place like Timmies.”[/b] Erin explained. She shifted a bit inside the huge t-shirt and glanced at Alfred’s drink as he took a sip.

Then the question she’d been dreading came up. Erin concentrated again on trying to remember that night and couldn’t remember a thing. ”If we did do anything he wasn’t worth remembering I guess, cause I don’t recall even going back to his place. I woke up this morning with a bear on my face in my underclothes with Mattie sleeping in his underclothes.”[/b] Erin offered. ”I am not sure he remembers anything either. He implied as much this morning.”[/b] Erin explained taking another long sip of her coffee. ”Last thing I remember was drinking some beers back with Logan. I know I drank with Ivan a bit...and sang Firework. That’s the most of what I remember.”[/b] She offered. And then she paused and added ”Oh and giving Kuma way too much whisky. I may have to take that polar bear drinking with me again sometime.”[/b] she laughed.

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[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
MCDONALDS MCDONALDS

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Alfred grinned. "Sounds good to me!"

[/color] He wasn't about to question her on adding alcohol to her drink. If that was how she liked it, far be it from him to stop her! Besides, it wasn't like he didn't drink. He'd tried that once when Prohibition came along, but everyone knew how well that went...

At least it was better than the following decade. The Roaring 20s had been fun, as decadent as they were. Alfred spent most of the next decade in varying states of illness as a result of the Great Depression. The peculiar feelings started on Thursday the 24th, but Alfred shrugged it off. It wasn't like he hadn't dealt with a crisis like this before. The 28th was worse, but Alfred still wasn't too worried, even though fatigue and malaise were starting to eat at the corners of his mind.

Tuesday the 29th was hell on Earth.

He'd been on his way to a meeting with his boss and a few other officials over the Smoot-Hawley Tariff Act. The act was shrouded in much controversy, and although Alfred himself likely wouldn't contribute much to the meeting, it was considered of utmost importance to Hoover that he be there for the proceedings. Unfortunately, he never made it there. Even more unfortunately, it wasn't exactly of his own volition.

Somewhere on his journey (he couldn't remember where, as by that point, his higher functions had been enveloped in delirium), he'd collapsed. When he'd been found, he was in a semi-conscious heap on the ground. One hand to his forehead revealed to the person who found him that he was burning up. He was quickly carried to a bed in a spare bedroom of the White House as his fever mounted. He shouted occasionally in his delirium, most of the words tumbling from his mouth unintelligible to any onlooker, save for the occasional, oddly placed (or so it would seem to a casual observer) insert of Wall Street mumbo jumbo. The majority of the staff didn't realize the significance of what was going on, and it was all they could do to wait. Wait until this abated.

It didn't abate that easily. The next day, Alfred appeared marginally better. He was even lucid enough to understand the newspaper that Herbie brought to him. The words 'Black Tuesday' loomed back at him in large letters. So that was what they were calling it. For the most part, Alfred still wasn't too worried. He'd been through economic upswings and downswings before. He'd get through this one just like the rest! He tried to brush aside the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that this wasn't like the rest. No, this was worse. This was something the likes of which he'd never seen before.

The next day, Alfred was plunged back into his delirious ramblings. While his condition never did progress as rapidly as it had that Tuesday, he was still in no fit condition to do much, and it wasn't until November 14th that a shaky Alfred was able to emerge from his bed. He was still ill, that much was clear. He'd probably be ill for a while. But for several months, his condition improved. In June of 1930, his condition took another turn for the worse. He was temporarily confined to his bed once more, though gradually, even though he wasn't getting much better, he wasn't having the same delirious fits, and he was released from his bed once more. From there, his condition didn't actively start to improve again until two years later, and even then it was a slow road to recovery.

Looking up from his drink, Alfred passed one of his usual beaming smiles to the green-haired nation that sat across from him."You've got yourself a deal."[/color] Alfred stated, thrusting out his hand to meet hers for a handshake. Though he couldn't help but grin when Erin used the name 'Timmies'. "Whoa, you're even using his slang for this place now?"[/color] He was teasing, per usual. It wasn't as though Alfred hadn't used the name 'Timmy Ho's' in casual conversation to Matthew, although it had been on Matthew's birthday, if that said anything...and he'd also been decked out in red and white clothes and had maple leaves drawn on his face.

No wonder Russia had shot him a strange look when he came to pick Matthew up.

"Huh. I remember singing Firework too. Pretty much drops off from there though."[/color] It was by sheer luck that he didn't mention what happened after the party. Sheer luck that he didn't send Erin spiraling into a bad mood almost instantly by mentioning Chaya. Sheer luck...and the fact that Erin continued to talk and distracted him. "Think Tony might have gotten drunk too. Pretty sure I told you to hook him up with some alcohol. Hope he didn't probe anyone..."[/color] He did remember that much, as it occurred before their infamous singing. Now, how much the alien had to drink afterward, or whether he'd done anything in his drunken state? Alfred wasn't sure. Hell, he wasn't even positive how he'd gotten the burn on his arm! Fireworks made the most sense, but he could have burnt it on the grill, or Ildri or Logan might have sent flames in his direction...there were really several causes for having a burned up arm. He was just pretty certain it wasn't a natural disaster.

Speaking of, Erin brought up just that subject. Alfred lifted his arm to show off his bandage, not even bothered by it. It was a little uncomfortable to move, but he didn't mind showing Erin. "Think so. I burned myself with something, anyway. I looked it up and there's no wildfires going on in the Midwest."[/color] While this wouldn't make sense if he were talking to a human, he knew that Erin would understand where he was going with that statement.

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WORD COUNT: 1034
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NOTES: Alright...suppose I should explain some of the history behind my ramble. XD As you might have guessed, I pretty much documented the beginning of the Great Depression in the U.S. Stocks started to notably fall on October 24th, 1929, hence why Alfred started to feel ill that day. The following Monday, the 28th, stocks fell once more. Finally we reach Black Tuesday, October 29, 1929, the day considered to be the day that the stock market officially crashed in the U.S., hence Alfred's terrible state. There were decent gains on October 30, hence why he was lucid that day, but then stocks continued to tumble until November 14th. After that, they started to improve again until they reached another plateau in April 1930. Then, in June 1930, the Smoot-Hawley Tariff Act was passed, causing the stock market to take another tumble (and eventually causing both imports and exports to decrease drastically). Then, from 1931 to 1932, the stock market experienced a gradual decline, much slower, but still a decline (hence my reason for making Alfred not a delirious mess, but yet not making him better either), and then finally, in 1932, the stocks began a long climb up. Also, 'Herbie' and 'Hoover' both refer to his boss - The president during this time was Herbert Hoover.

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[Erin Aoife Patrick]

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Like he could stop her from adding alcohol to her drink if he tried...She never even had to worry about a prohibition as one was never put into effect in Ireland. Erin was a drinker, and she handled her alcohol a bit too well. She had some times where she had no desire to drink, but that wasn’t often and was usually accompanied by a ridiculously over the top potato binge. Potatoes were of course her other addiction so technically it wasn’t much of a break so much as another addiction taking precedence over the first.

Ireland also had the fortune of avoiding the Great Depression. Most Nations were made very sick during the Great Depression and Erin was aware that many believed it began in America. Given the circumstances of when the major spike was, that would be pretty accurate. Erin had a few bouts of nausea and headaches, but she avoided the major symptoms many of the other countries suffered. She had by then had a pretty strong economy that was functioning without much external assistance. Erin was struggling then anyways, having finally gained her current portion of independence from England. Her citizens were heartened and managed the Great Depression better than most.

That didn’t always mean a lot, given that she was suffering a depression now. Some were even comparing it to the Great Depression. She’d been hiding the symptoms for a while now, but bravado only took a person so far. She was exhausted constantly, and for the moment she was going through a more comfortable period of it. The jet lag of the plane trip here had left her in bed for days. Ireland’s current economic state was a nightmare and Erin was always dreading that a bout of the illness would hit her harder than it had previously. She hadn’t properly recovered in almost four years, but the illness being on and off made her adjust to the less problematic of the symptoms. Hell, with how she had acted last night, she felt she had done a damn good job covering it up.

Erin gave him a wide smile and reached out shaking his hand. ”Yup! Why not? Most people here call it that. I picked it up even though I don’t come here often.”

[/b] Erin offered. Then she jokingly added ”Get with the times Al!”[/b] with a laugh. ”I’ve been careful not to let Mattie hear me call it Timmies. Can you imagine the reaction that would result in? It’d totally blow my cover.”[/b] Erin offered with a laugh. Erin had been more inclined to celebrate the 4th of July than Canada day. She knew Alfred much better than Mattie...MUCH better. She intended to change that of course. Though, dating Mattie for 5 years was probably out of the question...

Erin shrugged. That at least confirmed that the firework thing did happen, given two of them remembered it. Mattie had also mentioned it so that was a full on confirmation. It was certainly a good thing that Alfred didn’t get to mentioning Chaya. Erin had a hard time explaining her feelings where Israel was concerned. It was a complicated start for them anyways, as the Erin had sort of condemned Israel for several years, 1975 was the first instance of cooperation between the two and even then there were on and off tensions. They didn’t even agree to allow embassies in each country until 1993. Erin even went out of her way to prevent US supplies from entering Israel but using Irish airports. Their relations had only gone more and more downhill in recent years. That may or may not have had something to do with Erin’s prior relationship to Alfred...

Erin wasn’t about to admit it, but she was jealous! Alfred may not be hers to be jealous about, but she couldn’t help the feeling. It was much the same feelings she had been getting for centuries toward Arthur. She hated him but also wanted his attentions. She wanted to be left alone, but also wanted to be noticed. It was a constant conflict and Erin’s jealousy was certainly a part of the negative relations now shifting back and forth between herself and Chaya.

Erin laughed when Alfred suggested Tony may have also been drunk. ”If he did any probing I don’t remember it. I do remember giving him a rather large bottle of 40% Irish Whisky though, now that you mention it.”[/b] She agreed. Her head had started pounding again at the force of trying to remember the previous night. She tried to ignore it.

Erin considered that. ”You could probably ask around about that. Someone is bound to remember what happened.”[/b] Erin offered. ”If I am right, you got set on fire. Just not sure how or even exactly what happened to be honest.”[/b] she added with a shrug of non-commitment, suggesting she didn’t trust what she remembered. ”Well it must have happened last night then. The Midwest is safe...for now...”[/b] Erin laughed.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

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Good thing that Alfred had no such plans! He knew that coming between Ireland and her alcohol was as bad as...well, coming between him and a burger. No, worse, because he wasn't likely to send things flying around the room in winds of fury. Come to think of it, that was two girlfriends who had a penchant for making things dart around in the air when they were upset.

The Great Depression was a bad time for Alfred. He might have started to recover in the early 1930s, but it was a slow recovery, and another downturn in 1937 didn't help matters at all. None of it was as bad as those first few years, but Alfred did not want to dip into those lows again. He wasn't immune from the effects of the current global recession either. It was no Great Depression (thank goodness!), but it was no walk in the park either, and Alfred had a few times, especially early on, when he had to take it easy. He still wasn't sure what to make of his situation. No one seemed to be able to come to an agreement on the current condition either. Was the economy still in a recession? Was it recovering? Was another one starting? For Alfred, at the moment, it manifested as a general feeling of malaise. He didn't feel tip-top (even without the effects of alcohol being taken into consideration), but he didn't feel all that sick either. A sniffle here or there, a mild sore throat there, a cough...all things he could easily pass off as allergies or a cold around humans.

Alfred waved his hand. "I called it Timmy Ho's in front of him once. I'm not even sure if that's something Mattie's citizens call it. Don't really care though. It was his birthday, and he knew what I was talking about, so it's all good."

[/color] He took another drink from his Americano.

He, obviously, knew both Erin and Matthew. He knew Erin intimately well, while he had a more brotherly relationship with Matthew. Given that they were the closest things their kind had TO brothers, England having had a hand in both of their raising, they essentially were brothers. Of course, they did have their occasional tiffs, the War of 1812 probably being the worst. Any mention of said war was usually avoided by the brothers nowadays. Alfred's forces had burned down Parliament buildings belonging to Matthew, and Matthew's forces burned Washington. Alfred still had a burn scar over his heart, and he was fairly certain that Matthew still had a scar as well. Nevertheless, that case of sibling rivalry had been worked through, and they were on pretty good terms now!

"Here's to hoping the secret didn't get out. My boss would kill me, Tony's supposed to be a big government secret. Harry even tried to convince me that it was just a weather balloon that crashed in Roswell! Cause Tony so came in a weather balloon from whatever planet he's from."[/color] At least Alfred had the sense to say this in a low voice. "Oh well. I told him not to do any probing before he came to the party, and he said he wouldn't. How'd he like the whiskey?"[/color] Alfred was back to his normal voice, and stated this as casually as if he were talking about a friend not drinking because they were driving home that same night. It caused an older woman to stare at Alfred with a raised eyebrow, but eventually she turned back to her husband and started chatting with him again. Clearly she hadn't heard the alien part (which was good), only the probing part...

Alfred grinned, clearly not too bothered by the fact that he'd gotten burned the night before. "I'm sure it'll come up eventually. It hurts a little, but I've had a lot worse. Least this'll go away within a few days."[/color] He rubbed at his bandage with a bit of a sheepish grin. He did still feel a bit silly for setting himself on fire, but really, the occasional prickling pains on his back from the wildfires out in the west were more of a problem. And who knew when those would subside?
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Coming between Ireland and her alcohol was akin to committing suicide. Alfred was smart for not getting involved in that squabble. Erin had never even experienced a prohibition so going without too long was bound to have dire consequences...for everyone else. Erin’s temper was bad enough when you didn’t give her a good reason to set it loose on you.

Erin hadn’t really had a need to explain her condition to humans. She’d never been around nearly this many of them of course. So far, they could just assume she was sickly if they saw what was actually a by-product of her current economy. It wasn’t like any of these Canadians were going to realize that the Irish economy coincided with her being sick. It wasn’t exactly someone people looked for. Not unless they already knew what to look for and most humans didn’t. It wasn’t like the nations were broadcasting their abilities and strangeness for the whole world...well not for the whole general public let’s say...

Erin laughed when he mentioned calling it “Timmy Ho’s”. ”Sounds like some sort of strip club. Welcome to Timmy Ho’s where we have all the Hoes you could ever ask for!!”

[/b] She offered. The last part had her deepening her voice and talking like a television commercial. ”I don’t think they would. It really doesn’t sound like a good nick name...at all.”[/b] she laughed. She couldn’t believe that nickname was what came to mind for Alfred. ”I may have to use that on Mattie sometime all the same...Perhaps if I say it right it’ll sound like I am hitting on him...”[/b] She said, contemplating how to turn the silly nick name into an innuendo or a pick up line. She’d have to work on it.

Erin was more than painfully aware that England was involved in pretty much everything. She’d been married to Arthur for years, and not all that willingly either. She and Scotland had been led by him for more years than she could count. She knew the empire built by England had once been where at no point in time was sky dark in the entire kingdom. It was impressive, and it meant he not only had influence but had plenty of attachments to varying nations. She wasn’t sure what all of those attachments were but she felt both jolts of jealousy at the thought and revulsion. Her feelings about Arthur were a mess and she’d never been able to sort them out. In fact, she probably never would.

It was sort of like the feelings she got when people got close to Alfred. Erin may not be dating him either but people like Chaya got her riled just by having Alfred’s attention. Erin was possessive in ways and didn’t like the thought of what she had once considered hers now belonging to someone else. It was another thing where she wasn’t sure if it was because of England’s mistreatment of her and her not know when she stood with him for so long, or if it was a lasting issue she had because of a need to define what was hers.

Erin shook her head. ”If it didn’t get out I’d be amazed. It was clear the blonde and Erika knew. The Fire breathing girl seemed to know something...Not sure about Logan and...”[/b] she concentrated a moment, ”Din? And the girl with Din. Hell half of them I can’t be sure. But at least three could possibly know. You really should have introduced me to some of these people. Logan introduced himself, but the only other names I knew were Erika who I knew already, Tessa because she’s my roomie and Din because that girl called him that when he vomited.”[/b] Erin paused. ”I forgot someone had vomited...”[/b] She grinned at the thought.

”Tony’s secret might be safe...”[/b] Erin laughed. ”Uhh. I don’t remember any probing...Oh—he loved it. At least from what I could tell. The bottle was empty.”[/b] she offered with an amused grin. Erin completely ignored the people around them and didn’t even notice that the lady had overheard anything. It also helped that her back was to the rest of the store and she was facing Alfred and the window.

Erin shrugged lightly, taking a sip of her drink and feeling a wave of nausea. She pushed it back down not sure if it was the economy or the alcohol causing her the problem. She was still hung over after all. She’d been pushing down waves of Nausea for almost four years so she thought nothing of it. She did lose a little colour as the mix of headache and nausea collided but she didn’t visually appear to notice anything. ”Yup. No fires, just standard burns. A nice perk if you ask me. I can’t imagine taking fo—“[/b] She cut herself off and glanced around before lowering her voice. ”I can’t imagine taking forever to heal something so small like Humans do.”[/b] she finished.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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[Alfred Franklin Jones]

A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

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The operative word to keep in mind for Alfred's prohibition was "tried".

Oh, he did try to stay away from alcohol at first. It didn't take long for him to learn of what was happening on the streets. Citizens were taking to underground activities to circumvent the law. Some were simply indulging in the act of drinking illegal beverages. Others were actively going about breaking the law, bootlegging liquor and creating criminal enterprises.

Alfred couldn't deny he'd been bothered by the rise in organized crime, but he also couldn't deny that the 1920s had been pretty roaring for him as well. It started with one visit into a speakeasy to check out the goings on. Then another. Soon, he was frequenting speakeasies and blind pigs all over, right alongside his citizens. It was a decadent culture, but a fun one, and one that Alfred found that he could not help but embrace, even if it was going against his own laws. Then again, even the government didn't do much to enforce the Volstead Act, so perhaps that had something to do with Alfred's own lackadaisical attitude toward it. Why bother keeping up with it if his own government was going to turn a blind eye to it?

During this period, he'd woken up next to Erin at least a few times, with varying results. Sometimes they'd simply stay in bed and cuddle together. Sometimes he, or she, would calmly leave without another word. Sometimes Erin would chase him out, usually with some sort of object being thrown after him. And sometimes? They'd continue where they left off the night before. It largely depended on Erin's mood swings, as Alfred was pretty laid back about the whole thing.

"I thought it was a great nickname! It has a nice catch to it too! Though you're right, I guess it does sound a bit like a strip club..."

[/color] Alfred grinned as he took another sip of his drink. Clearly, he wasn't bothered too much by the fact that it sounded like a strip club. He was amused! Erin's next words only served to widen the grin. "I'd pay to see that. Really, I would."[/color] He loved teasing his brother. Who didn't? It was sort of the way siblings were supposed to work, even if these two weren't exactly human.

Alfred bit down on his lips. Shit, the last thing he wanted was to get in trouble with his boss and/or government for letting a secret that big out. "Well, hopefully if it did get out, it doesn't get out to the public? I'm serious, my boss would have my head if anyone found out about Tony. Not that he'd be able to do much, given what I am, but still...I don't want to deal with that!"[/color] At least Tony had the sense to wear a disguise? Albeit a feeble one, but maybe it was enough.

He blinked in surprise when Erin mentioned that someone vomited. "I don't remember that either."[/color] Not that it was saying much. He didn't remember a good chunk of what happened the night before, and likely never would. The most sense he'd be able to make of those missing chunks was what he and the others could piece together. Ah, the wonderful effects of alcohol.

Alfred didn't note the wave of nausea, or any signs that Erin might be feeling under the weather. He was too caught up in their conversation. He lowered his voice as well. "Me neither. Kinda nice to be able to use the burn ointment, though. I can see why Cam swears by this stuff. It does feel pretty good on burns, at least these kind."[/color] He lifted up his arm again. "Doesn't work so well on the other burns though. I tried that once years ago. Had about the same effect as cold medicine did during the recession back in the 80s. Couldn't even tell I took anything."[/color] Alfred shook his head. One of the White House staff members swore by it, and yet it had no effect on Alfred. Mind, said staff member likely didn't realize that Alfred's 'cold' was not caused by a cold virus at all.

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The idea of a Prohibition was the most horrifying nightmare ever. To Erin it was the thing that haunted her nightmares and woke her up screaming at night. Prohibition was a mortifying word and she wouldn’t have lasted a couple days without. She’d done it in the past due to illness and famine, but those times haunted her on her worst days. No, she would never go without alcohol because of a damn law. Its bad enough she had to go without because food was so scarce she couldn’t justify drinking alcohol...no matter how bad she wanted it. Erin was such a thorough alcoholic that without it she got mentally more unstable (if that was possible), heavily depressed, highly anxious to the point of paranoia, would get unexplainably angry and violent and eventually suicidal thoughts factored in. It was best that no prohibition happened in Ireland. Especially given suicide wasn’t technically an option.

Erin had continued sleeping with Alfred after their break up of course. Even during the second Potato Famine she’d found herself at least twice in bed with Alfred. It was a comfortable place to be. Sometimes she would feel those loving feelings and that fondness again. Other times she’d wake up feeling like she made a mistake. Most of the time she’d wake up reminding herself that she had to stop doing this. But much like with Arthur, she’d just do it again. She wanted to be there for Alfred and though they felt differently about one another, Erin was emotionally invested by now. She wanted Alfred to be happy. She may have ended their relationship because it wasn’t serious enough, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want Alfred. Sometimes those feelings cropped up and resulted in another night and another morning with Alfred. It was no secret, even to Erin, that her emotional state of mind was a raging rollercoaster of confusion, self loathing and passion.

Erin smiled fondly at Alfred when he agreed with her. Yes, she loved Alfred. But things were too complicated. ”So we are sitting in a ‘strip club’, drinking coffee and I am in my PJs. So where are the damn strippers!!?”

[/b] Erin asked, looking around like she expected a stripper to come waltzing out of the bathroom. ”I could use a stripper...”[/b] She added with an amused smile.

”I’ll try to make sure you are there when I use it then. Okay?”[/b] Erin just loved teasing anyone. Mattie was an easy target because he got great reactions. He was so adorable when his face flushed red after a joke, or the way he got irritated. It was adorable!! And Erin really did intend to sleep with him. In her mind it was only a matter of time.

Erin pondered Alfred’s words for a moment. ”Technically he couldn’t take your head. But he could ground you.”[/b] Erin offered with a snort. ”I am sure no one knows. Everyone was really drunk...I think. They shouldn’t remember or if they do, they’ll write it off.”[/b] She offered. ”I am more concerned about them finding out who we are. That would be really detrimental and it isn’t just your government we’d have to worry about. But all of them. The one who let it out of the bag would be looking at serious political repercussions.”[/b] Erin said, her tone completely serious.

Erin tried to force back the feeling and succeeded. She’d been doing it so long she usually managed just fine. But all the same she set aside the coffee, not trusting her body to accept much more coffee or whisky. That in itself was unusual for Erin, but it was subtle enough that she was sure Alfred wouldn’t notice. ”I bet. I hate the unnatural wounds. It’s agony that can’t quite be undone till it heals. And healing depends on the reason for the injury. It’s so annoying!”[/b] Erin said, trying to avoid thinking too much about instances of it. We all know that will lead to her own instances and the ones she was at that involved Alfred.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN AND A PIZZA HUT
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It wasn't as though Alfred didn't have feelings for Erin. They were there, and they had been there in the past. He did care for her. One might even go so far as to say that he did love her.

At the time, he was nowhere near ready for an actual romance. One might debate his readiness for an actual romance even to this day. It wasn't that he didn't care, because he did. The problem? Alfred seemed almost unable to recognize the concept of monogamy. Only two romantic relationships with other nations, and one was a very recent development. Other than that? All flings. Every single one of them. Could you blame him for being a little confused?

"Maybe they're in the back. I'll have to ask Mattie next time I see him. Where do you hide the strippers at Timmy Ho's?"

[/color] He laughed. "Or maybe it's like one of the speakeasies back at my place in the 1920s, and they're having a party right below our feet."[/color] He lifted his cup to his lips before finishing off the contents of the container. Well that was certainly an amusing thought!

"Good plan. How much do you I owe you?"[/color] He was joking, but hey, if she did want him to pay up, he was alright with that too. He did say that he'd pay to see it, after all.

It was a good thing that Alfred was finished with his drink, otherwise he might have done a spittake at what Erin suggested next. "Ground me? I know he's my boss, but seriously, how far do you think any of our bosses would get if they grounded us?"[/color] That was an interesting thought, to be sure. He didn't think it would go very far. Not that he really thought he had anything to worry about on that front anyway. The closest he'd come to being grounded was Abraham telling him to stay home as much as possible during his Civil War. And Alfred didn't even consider that to be in the same league. In fact, he agreed with the man!

...well, there was one other time, but Alfred didn't remember it. It was Halloween, 1929, and Herbie, as Alfred so affectionately called him, came to check up on Alfred. Not only that, but he also came to suggest that as long as the stock markets were as volatile as they were, Alfred should probably stay indoors and rest up, despite any feelings he might have to the contrary. Given that Alfred's response was to recite the current standing of the Dow Jones Industrial Average, followed by a nonsensical ramble concerning France playing baseball naked with Mickey Mouse, it was clear that Alfred was in no condition to go out anywhere anyway.

...and that Herbert Hoover would be scarred by that mental image for the rest of his life.

Alfred, too, was worried about the possibility of information about them falling into the wrong hands. He was inclined to agree with her assessment, though. Given that everyone at the party ended up in varying states of drunkenness, it was highly doubtful that anyone remembered much more than Alfred and Erin did.

"Exactly why I don't like 'em. I have a few of those on my back right now. Wildfires happen in the west this time every year. It's a pain in the ass, and you're right, it's hard to tell when they'll go away."[/color] Hence the reason why, even though the burn on his arm covered a wider area on his human body overall, it was easier to care for than the others.
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Erin didn’t know why she felt like this about Alfred. It was mostly frustrating for her. She felt the same way about Arthur too...but she was more possessive of Alfred. Arthur had already shown he couldn’t be someone she could love completely. Her feelings for Arthur were more lingering reminders than what she felt toward Alfred. It was almost sad. He was what she needed now, but less than she had needed then. But it was too late and she had to keep reminding herself of that.

Erin at least could understand the flings. She had grown so used to flings herself that she would probably never be 100% faithful again. Hell, she had never actually been faithful except those years spent with Alfred...if that even could be considered faithful given she was married to Arthur at the time. Erin would always sleep around...it was a habit that wasn’t likely to go away. She was lonely and seeing Alfred as an answer to that loneliness. Especially because she still loved him. But for now, she had accepted that she couldn’t have him completely but that wasn’t stopping her from trying to at least make Chaya cast him away so she could have him back. She just hoped Alfred never realized this was her intentions.

Erin was laughing at this. ”At least let me use it as a pick up line first. It’d blow it otherwise. Erin grinned. ”Or do you want him to know you put me up to it? She added with a pointed look. Erin found herself laughing as he mentioned the Speakeasies. Erin had never had to go to one of them, given she had free access to alcohol at all times. She still found the idea hysterical. ”So is the secret entrance being flushed down the toilet like in Harry Potter? she inquired. Who hadn’t read those books by now? Even Erin had read them!

Erin considered quietly for a moment. ”A bottle of wine...mmm make that two.” she decided with a wide grin. She didn’t want money, she just wanted the good stuff...as per usual. ”Deal?” she said, offering her hand for them to shake on it.

Erin started laughing loudly at his response to her suggestion of him getting ‘grounded’. ”What else are they going to do to punish you? Burn a forest down? I mean seriously!! That hurts them just as much. They can’t really get us in trouble...that’s like trying to spank a mountain. Sort of redundant but amusing to watch.”

[/b] Erin said with an amused cackle.

Erin had never been grounded. Not by her own government. She had been confined to Arthur’s estates for a while in the early 1800s of course. But that was hardly a grounding. She couldn’t imagine them trying to punish a country like that. Then again, she was also there during the Civil war with Alfred for a lot of it, trying her best to prevent him from hurting himself. Those days she had spent cooped up, but that was more or less willingly.

Actually, it was more than possible they remembered more than Erin and Alfred did. They were pretty damn smashed...but she didn’t say as much. She just wanted to believe they were all drunk enough not to remember. Or if they did remember they remembered the safe things. ”Oo...that’s got to sting!”[/b] Erin said, totally understanding. Her biggest peeve was famines. They had led to her tiny figure and her short stature...well the short may have been regardless. But illness had plagued the history of Ireland and Erin totally understood. If it wasn’t famine it was the economy after all.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

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Alfred laughed. He'd nearly forgotten Erin's idea for a pick-up line. "I'll let you have your fun first, then I can have mine. Oh! Even better, how about we ask him together?"

[/color] That would be a funny thought. First, Erin asking him out, and then Alfred asking where he hid the strippers at his most well-known restaurant chain. If they really did make it a joint thing, Alfred was definitely bringing a hidden camera. He wanted to record that reaction for posterity.

As for speakeasies, Alfred had fond memories of them.

"Hopefully it's something a little less gross than being flushed down the toilet. I mean, if that's the way they want to do it, but pulling a rope and opening a trap door seems a lot more fun, and your pants don't get sopping wet."[/color] If Alfred had his way, any secret trap doors would be equipped with a slide. Hey, if you were going to make a secret passage, you might as well have a bit of fun with it! He made a mental note to give that a try when he stopped by one of his houses back home.

Two bottles of wine. That didn't sound bad at all. Alfred grinned and extended his hand to meet Erin's, giving it a firm shake (though, per usual, making sure to hold back on his strength so that he didn't nearly yank Erin's arm out of her socket). "Deal."[/color]

He shook his head at the thought of being grounded. "I wish any boss that tries that on me the best of luck. They can suggest it all they want, but it's up to me whether or not I listen."[/color] Alfred usually listened to what his bosses had to say. They were his bosses, after all. That said, if any of them ever told him expressly that he couldn't go out of the house or do what he wanted, even for just a day or two, he'd just laugh and go out anyway. The only exception being Lincoln, but again, that was because he agreed with the man, and didn't even trust himself at the time. Especially after three weeks went missing and he woke up to find himself in the deep south with no memory of how he got there...

Alfred nodded his head. "Yeah, it does. You know that prickly feeling you get when you touch something really hot? Those happen every once in a while. It'll just come out of nowhere. Course, I can usually tell it's a wildfire right away. I've had 'em for years, I've learned to identify 'em."[/color] Again, he was at the very least mindful enough to keep his voice down on the matter. At this point in their conversation, though, it was becoming habit. This wasn't something they wanted others to overhear, after all!

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Erin grinned as he agreed to let her have her fun first. And then the suggestion came and she couldn’t help grinning ear to ear. ”Sounds like a plan. We’ll get him with a double whammy before he has time to respond. It’ll be amazing!!” she laughed. She could picture Mattie’s face already. This was going to have become an on-going way of teasing him. If it didn’t stick, she’d be very disappointed.

Erin snorted in amusement when Alfred said that it better be less gross than being flushed. She had to agree but the amusement factor of Harry Potter just seemed to be perfect for that. After all, a whole hidden wizard ministry accessed by public washroom and phone booth? Priceless!! ”I don’t want my pants sopping wet but apparently Wizards don’t have to worry about that…Hmm pulling a rope is too obvious. We need a more Canadian way to get there. Like riding a moose or using a hockey stick to open a concealed door!!”

[/b] Erin offered with a laugh. The idea of riding a moose wasn’t so obscure to her, given that Kuma existed so why not a moose? But it was still far from logical, but it was definitely amusing.

Erin could be said to be going easy on Alfred for this one. Two bottles of Wine was cheap, especially considering how Erin could put them back. But she also had a stake in this. She was just as interested in Mattie’s reaction as Alfred was. So she figured an obscure price of a crate of wine would be a bit over the top. Maybe she’d as for a proper wine barrel next time…mmmm!

Erin nodded her head. ”I imagine for someone with super strength, a grounding is a bit laughable. I used to have issues leaving places because I am smaller and my abilities are not exactly controlled. Though you could make a fortune betting I’d destroy the room from my anger…” she smirked at that. No room went unharmed when Erin got angry. Gusts of wind didn’t discriminate. Your small papers or your pretty vase, they all went flying. Hell, Alfred had even seen her chuck furniture…but she was not willing to recall when…no…don’t think about it. She gave a quick shutter but managed to get her mind away from those years.

Erin shrugged when he mentioned the prickly feeling. ”I believe it’s called a burning sensation because it’s when you get burned?”[/b] she laughed. ”I know what you are talking about though. I haven’t had a really bad problem with wildfires since just over a year ago, but I think by now most of us nations know the signs of wildfires.”[/b] Erin hated anything that caused her physical harm. Sometimes it was as simple as a natural occurrence but she got particularly furious by non-natural events. War being a big one…and the economy was a touchy topic.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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A PIZZA HUT A PIZZA HUT

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He was pleased to hear that Erin was willing to go along with it. "Where do you think we should hide the camera?"

[/color] Hopefully she'd find the idea of hiding a camera to record Mattie's reaction as hilarious as he did. "We gotta record this for posterity's sake!"[/color]

He shook his head at the mention of wizards and their crazy ways of travel. "I wonder if Artie's ever tried that before? He seems to think he's a wizard, so I wouldn't be surprised. Silly Artie."[/color] Alfred liked the way the name 'Artie' flowed off the tongue. Even more, though, he liked picturing the way that Arthur would react if he happened to be listening in on the conversation. Teasing England was one of his favorite past times!

Alfred laughed. "Hockey stick. Hockey stick is definitely more Mattie!"[/color] He liked to think that he knew Mattie better than anyone else (and that Mattie knew him better than anyone else), and he knew that Mattie had a tendency to dominate when it came to hockey. He'd suffered the consequences of a hockey stick to his face in 2003, had he not? So had Matthew, for that matter. It wasn't intention on either of their parts, but both managed to simultaneously stick each other in the face in the midst of an intense hockey game. The result?

Concussions for the both of them. Oh, and the Northeast Blackout of 2003.

"I think you could get out pretty easily too. I've seen you toss things around!"[/color] He wasn't going to get into it any more than that, as he didn't want to inspire one of those instances. Normally he didn't mind teasing her, but that was usually in an attempt to get her into a cheerful mood. He didn't want to upset her when she was already in a cheerful mood. If that made any sense.
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What wasn’t Erin willing to go along with? She was pretty open about everything and would do almost anything, especially a prank or joke. Erin wasn’t exactly a stiff and other than expecting her to be one, it wasn’t a leap to believe she was in for a little fun. ”Depends on where we talk to him. We will have to set it up very carefully or be able to tap into existing surveillance cameras and know where they are pointed.”

[/b] She explained. ”Maybe we can do it right here and just makes sure that Mattie is facing the pre-existing cameras.”[/b] she suggested.

Erin laughed at Alfred’s reasoning for recording it. ”It’s too bad we couldn’t put it up on youtube. It’d be suspicious a few years from now seeing the video and having people possibly realize who he is.”[/b] Erin mused. She decided that it really didn’t matter, as long as she got a copy. If she was getting a reaction she wanted to be able to watch it over and over.

Erin snorted then Alfred mentioned Arthur’s belief that he is a Wizard. Erin was not only skeptical she thought him outright insane about the whole wizard thing. Like most she teased and poked about it. And why not? It was completely ludicrous. ”That’s right and I can fly with pixie dust like peter pan to neverland.”[/b] She said in response. ”I still really wonder how Great Britain is still a power in the world. With ‘Artie’ being as wacked as he is in his old age”[/b] Erin added. Using Artie was almost thrilling as a nickname and Erin made note to keep using it later.

Erin was pleased with Alfred’s choice of the Hockey Stick. It seemed fitting enough. Erin could just assume Mattie played Hockey, given he was Canada and Canada was known for its hockey, right? Just like she knew he must say eh…well part of that was hearing it too. She was pretty sure Mattie started the whole eh thing and if he didn’t then too bad in her mind he did. It was clear Erin didn’t know Mattie that well, she hadn’t exactly gone out of her way to know him extremely well. Naturally Alfred knew Mattie best of anyone. However, Erin could still consider Mattie a friend and was comfortable in what she did know about him. ”Okay, so we both need to get a hockey stick to go to see the strippers in the basement of Timmy Hos.”[/b] Erin offered. ”I’d get a hockey stick for the opportunity. Even if I have never played Hockey."[/b]

Erin laughed as Alfred mentioned her being able to get out. ”I could probably take out the door with some furniture if I got angry enough. But not only is that costly but I’d have to climb over the furniture because I’d be so satisfied I got the door open to begin with that I wouldn’t be able to get another gust going…”[/b] she explained. Erin could easily direct her power but she certainly didn’t control it. She wasn’t getting angry of course, as she wasn’t thinking about those instances. She certainly didn’t take it in any negative way. Though it was true that her gift was practically useless unless she was in a bad mood.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

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