Hard Life.

This is just my Idea for Tim (America's 2p self) Life Story and how he got here.

Wait. What? Tim had a Life Story? Well! Of course he does.

Summary: Tim was Alfred's twin brother. Tim was mentally Sick and he was going to die at Birth but Oliver had to do something... something unnatural and Arthur doesn't know about it. Oliver had to a Demon Ritual; summoning a Demon... to make a Deal... or so he thought. He was going to make a Deal but suddenly the Demon dragged Tim away from Oliver for a Year and suddenly hes back at Oliver's door in a straw basket. Was this fate? Or was the demons planning on something? Who knows... No one will ever know...

So, This is my Idea. And when i mean mine. I mean mine xD There might be things that i missed for Tim's personality or whatever. But i always thought Tim as a... Hot murderer with a demon inside of him. Plus i might do some demonic or latvian rituals wrong. Oh well.. I'm not an expert.

Oh and i might be getting some things off supernatural. Cuz i luv Supernatural and it has demons and everything.

Well. I'll start his life story then. Hope you like it.

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It was night; the moon was in the sky hidden by the misty clouds that coated it. Under the moonlight was a man, running. This man had a black, ragged hooded cloak. The hooded cloak long with old dried blood stains and claw-like rips. The man's face was dark with shadows from the hood itself.

"Need to find somethings... Don't worry kiddo..." He panted as he kept running. The thing he was talking to was a baby in a white cloth that was wrapped around the body to keep it warm and comfy.

He kept running through the random alley-ways so he wouldn't get stopped by any strangers along the way, his boots splashed into the dirty puddles as he kept sprinting. This man wouldn't stop in till he finds a place where no one goes to anymore or an abandoned place. His feet kept dragging through the alley-ways in till he reached to a wall with a smashed hole through it. It was small but he could manage. He placed the baby through the smashed hole first. Then he came second; squeezing through it; earning some cuts as he finally gets out. Then he picks up the baby and starts running again.

The man kept running into some kind of abandoned crop field; all of the crops have died. "This might be a good place..." He put the baby down gently. He looks around, trying to see if no one was around... you might not know who was around this late at night... "No ones here... good..." He sighed as he pulled out a bag that was very heavy because it contained many things that the man needed.

He toke out a book, the cover of it had a star symbol engraved on it. The man traced his hand gently over the cover, he felt the rough leather against his palm as he stroked it as he whispers something in Latvian

Suddenly the book opened. It allowed the man to peek inside. He quickly flipped through the pages until his finger stopped on a certain page. A page for summoning a Demon. He placed the opened-book down then he goes to his bag; grabbing the things he needed and placing them down with the opened-book. "Okay... Blood. Check. Spell book. Check." The man checks some other things as well. Like a rare thin sharp knife with runes on the blade and a wooden small bowl.

He kneels down as he looks at the page; looking at the picture. He grabs the blood and coats his two fingers in it. Then he draws the symbol as the one on the picture onto the clear ground. After he was finished, he got the knife and slit his wrist; the blood flowed out, trickling down his wrist and into the wooden small bowl. The blood formed a small little puddle. The man grabbed the bowl and placed it in the middle of the Symbol. He firmly grabs the book and starts reading the spell out in Latvian.

The baby started to cry as the man continued to read. "Did someone call?" A feminine voice spoken out. The man turned around and saw a woman with long red hair, blue eyes and freckles on her cheeks.

"Are yo-" he was cut off by the way the woman showed him her black eyes then she quickly turns them back to her normal eyes. "Yes. I am." she replied with a devilish smile.

She heard the cries from the baby behind her; so she decided to look. Seeing a blonde child that was wrapped with a white cloth. She quickly picks up the child. "Such a cutie." The baby went silent as he looked at the woman with blue eyes. "Mind if i... take him?" She smirked as she doesn't turn to look at the man. The man was horrified. He didn't know what to do next. He didn't plan this.

"Wait. No! You can't have him!" He grabbed the woman's wrist but suddenly she was now behind him. "But i must." her tone was now musky and dark... The man gulped as his hood was torn off. His pinky-blonde dirty hair was showing; his eyes were now wide open as he looks at the woman as he turned. "Give him back you bitch!" he swore as he glared at the demon. "Give him back? Hmm... " She kept grinning. "No." "No i will not... Oliver."

The Female demon had vanished along with the baby. The man named Oliver looked around; his head turning quickly... seeing nothing but dead plants now. "T-Tim!" He cried out the baby's name. "TIM!" his legs went onto the ground. Now he was kneeling and crying.. "Shit..." He bitten his bottom lip as he cried more... "How am i going to tell Arthur about this..." He stayed there for a moment.

Oliver stood up; finally choosing an option... and that option was to go home and lie... Tell Arthur the baby died. He sighed as he kept thinking of a better lie as his feet moved on; stepping on the dead plants, crushing them with his boots. "Might as well not tell Alfred he had a twin brother..." he said to himself as he got out of the abandoned field and back through the smashed hole in the wall. He quietly moved in the alleyways and found himself at Arthur's home. He glanced at the old looking thing that was Arthur's home.

He saw a dark figure at the door; he moved towards it to get a better look. "Oliver!" The dark figure spoke as he ran to Oliver. "A-Arthur~" he fake smiled as he got hugged by Arthur. "Where the bloodly hell have you been!?" He got yelled at. "I-I had to bury the kid..." Arthur face went pale. "Tim is..." "Dead" Oliver continued Arthur's sentence. Arthur shook his head as he deny the tears. He didn't want to cry...

"Come on.. you fool... lets have a cup of tea and some scones..." He patted Oliver's back as he takes him to the house. "I'll just have a cup of tea." Oliver said in a miserable tone.

"No Scones?" Arthur questioned as they got into the house. Arthur went to the kitchen to brew the tea. "Yeah.. No scones." he sighed as he sat in the living room. Some minutes later. Arthur had bought out two cups of tea and some scones for himself. He placed the cups and scones down onto the coffee table.

Oliver grabbed the cup of tea and drinks it as he looks out of the window; watching the misty clouds fly past the beautiful moon.

One Year has passed. Oliver was at his home. He was in the kitchen; humming a cheerful tune as he was cooking something. He knelt down near the oven; looking through the glass, seeing a tray of cupcakes. "Mmm~" he smiled as he stood back up. He look at the time. "They'll be ready in five minutes~" he clapped with pleasure and happiness. He looked around; seeing the frosting on the table, ready to be used in five minutes. He looked at a cooking book as he waited for the five minutes was over.

The bell rung; you could hear a cheerful tune bouncing off the walls and into Oliver's ears. Oliver was taking out the tray with his mittens on his hands. He placed the tray onto the counter and went to the door; unlocking it first then opening it. Seeing no one at the door. "Hm?" He had a feeling something was below him. So he looked down... "W-Wha-" His words slipped out of his mouth as his eyes were wide open. Seeing a baby in a straw basket, the baby had a note on its shirt. He picked up the note and read it. "Thanks for.. letting me borrow him... huh?" Then he remembered... "Tim!" He picked up the baby and hugging it. Then he looks at Tim; seeing that Tim was a year older now. "You look... different..."

The first thing he noticed was the hair. Tim's baby hair was like a crimson blood red. The second thing he noticed was the eyes. Eyes that looked like the colour of blood... "What did that... thing do to you...?" He questioned himself. But slowly he smiled... he was glad that Tim was back and Tim was not harmed in anyway. He quickly checked if Tim had any bruises or cuts but nothing... well expect the blood-stained symbol on Tim's belly... "Is this a..." he cut himself off as he sprinted back into the house; putting the baby down and looking into a book. The same book he used that night... "A blood symbol..." He read from the text. "This symbol will help the person digest the demonic blood..."

He dropped the book. That... That... "That bitch! She did do something to him!" He grabbed the baby; glazing at the symbol... he knew it was to late... the demon had Tim for a year now and probably fed him demonic blood... if he washed off the symbol then the demonic blood would effect Tim and probably kill him.

"Wait..."

He looked at Tim's skin... it was a normal colour. It wasn't as pale as before... not when Tim was sick. He kinda felt... happy? Tim wasn't going to die. Tim doesn't have any sickness anymore!? He was going to live! Oh the happiness that Oliver was feeling. He felt tears of joy flowing down his cheeks as he gently hugged the infant.

"Welcome Home... Timothy Jones." He saw that the baby was now asleep. So he decide to summon a crib with his magic and place Tim in it. "Night night" he whispered as he leaned in; kissing the small forehead. Then he goes back to the kitchen; finishing the cupcakes with his favourite pink frosting.

Oliver uses some flakes for little bushy eyebrows. "Arthur will love this~" he giggled as he puts the flakes onto the frosting; carefully, so he wont ruin the lovely pink cupcakes.

"Perfect~" He was now finished. There was a lovely tray of cupcakes cover in a pink frosting with small flakes as eyebrows. He thought for a moment... thinking of a spell... "Hmm.." He quickly says something. The cupcakes were now magicly in a box with a nice, pink stripped wrapping paper. with a light pink ribbon on it.

He grabbed the box and headed out to Arthur's place. He went out of the door and locked it with his silver key. He turned and walked along the stone-path. He hummed as he opened the gate and went out; closing it behind him. he kept humming as he walked onto the path, following it to Arthur's place. it only toke Oliver about some minutes. it wasn't that far. He got to Arthur's door; knocking on it.

"Come on.." He grumbled. Arthur opened the door; looking a bit angry as he had Alfred in his arms... Alfred was crying and Arthur was getting stressed from the noise. "What the hell do you want?" He growled a bit as he stared at Oliver with ferocious green eyes. "Uhmm.. Here. " Oliver showed Arthur the box. "What is this?" He looked at Oliver with a questionable look. "Its something. Okay?" He quickly passed Arthur and placed the box onto the counter in Arthur's kitchen. "Open it when Alfred is asleep" Oliver passed Arthur again; going out of the door and back onto the path, going back to his place.

Tim was still sleeping, cuddling his teddy bear. Tim kept chewing on the bear's ear like it was some kind of food. Oliver quickly got back to the door; unlocking it and going in; locking it behind him. He goes to check up on Tim that was still asleep. he smiled as he saw Tim's sleeping baby face. So cute.

The bear's ear was now bleeding... Oliver saw the blood on Tim's mouth. "Oh god..." He gasped as he grabbed the bear off Tim. he inspected the ear. seeing blood pumping out of it... it was like the bear was alive... like it had blood in its system.

"What... What did they really do to you Tim?"