"Al? Al?! God dammit Al, talk to me!"
Hot tears streamed down the boy's face. He writhed in pain, clutching where his leg used to be. He could feel his sickly warm blood gust onto his hand and onto the floor.
"No… It wasn't supposed to… Damn!" he yelled helplessly to no one.
"I won't let it end like this, Al," he panted as he pounded the floor with his fist once. His little brother was nowhere to be found; all that was left of him was a puddle of his blood.
The dark room was illuminated only by the malicious looking glows in the center of the floor. They were seeping through the chalk the boy had drawn to create a foreign like circle, which was bright white inside. It looked like it could lead to another world. Purple aura was enveloping him from all around. They had taken Alfred, he realized. But the circle was already closing, fast. He shot his body towards it and with both hands, one soaking with blood; he forced the portal to stay open. Salty sweat and tears shined on his face as he gazed into the blank abyss. And he began to sob angrily at it,
"I know he's not my real brother, but he's all I have left now! Don't take him, PLEASE! I need him, bring him back dammit! I'll give you anything!" His last words hung in the air for what felt like minutes.
"He's my little brother! Anything! Take anything, everything! You can even take me, just don't leave me here alone…" he choked out in a broken voice. He was shaking and his head felt light as more of his blood left his body. He didn't want to be alone ever again…
So without hesitation he pushed himself through the circle, not caring whether it led to beautiful salvation or hellish damnation. If Alfred was there, he would follow the same fate.
Unbelievably pure white lights blinded him so much he had to squeeze his eyes tight. But he could still feel it pulsating into his brain. It felt like he was being pulled apart, piece by piece. His flesh, nerves, and muscle tearing slowly from all over him. He screamed until he thought his life would burst. He couldn't hear himself though. He heard nothing but a loud ringing in his ears. He had lost sense of time, space and maybe even humanity as well. The pain was getting more unbearable with each passing moment. The only thing solid in the universe was the pain. He didn't even know his name anymore.
Maybe he had spent two eternities in the never-ending abyss of pain, or was it just one second? He didn't know. Everything was smudged in his mind and nothing was clear. He had forgotten his reason for living, why was he here?
ALFRED.
Memories flooded him and all the feelings of happiness, joy, love, affection, and bliss he had ever felt in his life filled his mind all at once that it exploded the universe of pain and made it into something so beautiful that it got rid of all the bad and loneliness. And he remembered why he had lived through all of that. Because of Alfred. Because of Alfred. Because of Alfred. Because of Alfred. Because of Alfred…
He opened his eyes and was greeted by a young man's fac. The face beamed down at him, radiating a soft delight. His golden hair shone in the small rays of sunlight and his eyes twinkled blue.
"Let's get going England!" the man said and a wind blew through them.
They were under a huge tree, hiding underneath its shade. England raised his hand and stared at it. He then noticed how wonderfully blue the sky looked, decorated with white fluffy clouds.
"What's wrong? Bad dream?" the man, who had been waiting asked with a bit of a concerned yet amused face.
Putting his hand over his face the other mumbled,
"No, just remembering another world, America."