Well doing a story with another person, was actually enjoyable, this was our first story together. Which at first was a role-play. I edited into a story /mood/ so it flowed better. Anyways this is a really long one-shot so it's broken up into chapters.

This is a: Dark!Spain x Snapped!America

Perfect1Up did: Spain
Lustitia did: America

Well I hope you enjoy our joint story together~

It was a bit chilly outside, the November air was teasing with everyone, playing with them as winter was coming right behind the cold front. The blue skies were covered in dark gray clouds, It was going to rain soon. Which was good, in a way. The rain always made Washington D.C more relaxing. It was a busy day, since the press and news channels flocked a building. It was a world meeting being held in the United States. The press tried to get the members of the meeting to talk, but security guards were keeping them back. A black limo pulled up on the side of the street. The press looked over as the knew who was coming out, they usually never got this close to him, since the security guards had a hidden entrance for him. But this time he was using the front. A lone man came out of the limo, he was wearing a black sleek suit. His wheat color hair, looked pale to his tan complexion. He had brilliant blue eyes, that looked like the ocean, when the sun glittered off of it.

"Mr. Jones! Can we have a minute!"

His name was Alfred Fiacro Jones, or just Alfred. This is what the humans called him, to his friends, he was America. He smiled lightly at the news and press that tried to make him speak. He chuckled lightly and didn't say anything to them, he didn't want to. He took his leave, quickly so he didn't have to listen to the press which bother him so. He sighed as he was in the warm building, he past his friends, and some of his past enemies. Even so, he prayed that this meeting went well. It needed to go well. Alfred walked into the room, as almost everyone was in.

These types of World meetings were always so busy. People rushing to get there on time, the guards keeping reporters away, last minute notes and presentations being finished. They were incredibly boring, even the weather outside seemed to reflect the meeting.

One man thought to himself silently. He watched as the members slowly filed in, but one man in particular was the subject to a pair of intense jade green eyes. Nothing was more enjoyable than watching the man that was once thought to hold great treasures. One Antonio Fernandez Carriedo still believed those tall tale stories, from sea to shining sea indeed.

"Buenos días, Alfred."

Antonio greeted the man, taking in his looks, it was intoxicating. Pleased from the sun-kissed complexion, to his ocean colored eyes. The Castilian hoped the American was sitting next to him during the meeting. Alfred who heard the Spanish, he turned around and smiled warmly to one of his friends.

"Good morning as well, Antonio."

His Southern Texan accent was heard, as Antonio's name rolled off his tongue. Alfred studied the man in front of him. He was dark, a bit darker than a caramel color. He had dark chocolate hair, but it fit so lovely to his complexion. Alfred loved Antonio's jade green eyes, those made Alfred interested in him They always seemed to draw the American in so fondly. It reminded him of the deep green forests he use to play in when he was younger. Alfred smiled warmly and decided to go take his seat. He wondered who was going to sit next to him this time. Even though he was the hoist country, again, he decided to let everyone get up and give a speech, or an idea.

Antonio smirked evilly and took his seat, right next to Alfred. Everything was going perfect for the Nation of Spain. As the meeting was closer to starting, the young looking Castilian could not help but think of Alfred. He glanced at the young man in question. Antonio had the urge to kiss the man senseless, to plunder his mouth and slam him against the long table. He want to lose himself in those eyes that reminded him of the seas he once controlled. That was until that wretched Englishman took it all away. He always took everything away from him. Maybe, just maybe, it was time for him to take something from the so-called gentleman.

The pieces where in place, the game set, in this elaborate chess match Antonio was moving his pawns to checkmate. He was finally going to take what was meant to be his. No one would stop him. He was going to explore every part of the young American. The Spanish man was excited, but he was certainly wasn't going to get ahead of himself. One step at a time. He had to carefully plan this out, because one small mistake could end everything. But he would not be defeated, not like the time with his precious Armada.

"Mi amigo, how are you today? Good, I hope, sí?"

Alfred turned to look over to see Antonio who was sitting next to him. This was new to Alfred, he never sat next to him.

"I'm okay, I guess. I worked overtime last night."

Alfred ran his fingers through his pale looking hair. He sighed and looked over as Arthur was starting to lecture him, the norm in every meeting. Alfred let a deep growl rip through his throat as Arthur was pushing his limit with him. He didn't like how this was turning out. He never understood why he was so bitter toward him.

Granted he did bite the hand that feed him, and he did aim the gun at him. But this was so childish, and annoying now. He looked over as the other countries were already fighting. Greece and Turkey would probably start a fist fight soon. Germany was yelling at North Italy, while South Italy was yelling at Germany. This was the stupid normal shit they always did. He didn't like it, and it was getting to the point where he was going to snap, bend and twist in all the wrong ways.

"Alright! All of you sit down and shut the fuck up!"

Alfred yelled as he stood up, slamming his fist on the table. He huffed as everyone got quiet. He knew damn straight that his Texan accent surprised them, because he never let anyone hear it. He only used it when he was very angry, which took a lot nowadays. Alfred was pissed, he never snapped at anyone. He never broke that seal, but now it was breaking.

"It seems we can't have one meeting that's normal! Since you all are in my country, you will listen to my rules. Do you understand me? If not, I will literally kick your ass out of this room."

It was a perfect opportunity, the one Antonio needed. He knew he needed to show Alfred that he cared about him, that what he said mattered. He was going to be in this more than one way. Gathering his bearings, Antonio moved the first pawn as his plan was in motion. Rising from his seat, the Castilian coughed loudly.

"Mi amigo Alfred is right! Why can we not get along for one meeting? It is simple, no? The sooner we get along, the sooner we can have fun!"

Antonio couldn't keep the smile off his face, a trained response sure. But he was really ecstatic. For once his smile wasn't faked or forced. Only Alfred could do this to the once great empire, terror of the seas. Trying to control his glee, he could not stop himself from glancing at Alfred. How could he not? Soon - if his plan worked of course - he would have a young, bright, handsome, beautiful man in his bed.

The meeting room got dead quiet as Antonio stood up and stuck up for the American, actually agreeing with him. Alfred looked over to Antonio and mouthed a 'thank you' towards him, then looked at everyone else.

"Anyways, we need to focus on other things, than releasing sexual tension and fighting with each other. How are we going to keep the peace we promised everyone when we are in here bitching and fighting with one another."

Alfred's Texan accent came back, it was smooth and deep. He didn't even notice that he switched back. He never used it because the others didn't understand his Southern accent. It was hard for them to understand some of the words. Alfred looked over as someone chuckled. He wasn't surprised as it was Arthur.

"Well my god. What has the world come to, a damn America who is trying to be smart and a stupid Spanish bastard helping him. How more pathetic can you get?"

Arthur's British accent made him seem more proper and elegant, but even so. There was a darker tint to it, which made him sound almost dangerous.

"I swear to god, I am going to come over there and literally beat your face in. You're about to cross the line and try my patience."

Alfred glared, an evil smirk was teasing at the corners of his lips. He didn't mean for his voice to sound darker, it wasn't like him to act like this, even though this was how he normal acted when he was alone. Oh, did it make Antonio want him even more when his voice got like that. Arthur laughed at him, and placed his tea cup down. He looked up at the American and gave him a dark look.

"Do tell me, you illiterate Yankee. How the bloody hell are you going to do that?"

Alfred could feel the tension in the room, he knew that snapping was a bad idea. He bit his lip and glared at Arthur, that glare was literally telling Arthur to fuck off. But when Arthur gave him a smug look, he stormed over there and picked Arthur up by the collar with ease. Alfred could snap any minute now, possibly scaring everyone because of it. Since he did hide his twisted and demented self.

"What's wrong Alfred? Are you to stupid to speak, you're nothing but a whipped dog."

Alfred gritted his teeth together and dropped Arthur, he wanted to smash his face in. He wanted to fill his lust for blood and battle again. But he decided against it. He sighed and turned away from Arthur.

"Tch, is that all you got? I thought you would have more in you. But what is a country that is worthless?"

Alfred turned around and tackled Arthur to the floor. He knew someone was going to pull him off. But it didn't stop him from punching Arthur in the face. Over and Over again. He didn't care if Arthur was his ex-brother. But when he threw that insult it was taking to a whole new level of hate.

Antonio watched as Alfred smashed Arthur's face in. He knew that vile, horrible, disgusting man would ruin it. How dare that old pirate say those things. No one should have hear such filth. Arthur - how the name burned in Antonio's mind and mouth - only spoke of pain and anguish. Poison is what came from his words, torture from his voice. He would show the pathetic excuse of a man, why you don't mess with Spain. He may have fallen, but he won't give up. Now was a time he decided to take action. He may not physically be able to do much, but he could help Alfred. Anything to show he supported him, to show howdespicable that man was. He moved another pawn on the board of this little play.

"¡Perra!"

Antonio pulled Alfred off the washed up pirate, attacking the man himself. Verbally of course. Yelling all the curses and degrading slurs he could think of, and enjoying the wounds he had received from the - brilliant, lovely, sweet - America.

"Ve... Doitsu! Help!"

North Italy cried, all the yelling and violence was to much for him. Antonio could sympathize with the cowardly Italian. But Arthur - how the name burned - deserved it. Alfred balked, Antonio was the one to stop him from trying to kill Arthur, who laughed at him and wiped the blood from his face. Alfred knew that this pain wouldn't hurt Arthur. He glared at him darkly and closed his fists. He still couldn't believe Antonio pulled him off. He was happy he did, or he probably would of snapped completely. Alfred pushed himself away from Antonio, he fixed his black suit and hair. Alfred looked down at Arthur, pissed.

"I swear to god, you do that shit again. I will not think twice about bombing your damn country."

His voice was stern, he didn't have no emotion in his voice. His pride was hurt, as his country was insulted. He watched as Arthur stood up, and crossed his arms.

"Is that a threat to start war?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow, he smirked at the idea of war. He loved the feeling that fighting gave him. War sounded good.

"No! I will turn this into a Nuclear war!" He paused. "You have made me this fucking close to wiping your damn disgusting country off the Earth." Another pause, he heard people mumbling, getting uneasy. "Mark my words. I will do it!"

Alfred's voice was still smooth, but it had a rough edge to it. His glare was icy, his blue eyes seemed to be iced over, it could be mistaken as glaciers at one point. Alfred knew he looked like a monster at this moment. He knew he just snapped and showed what he truly was. Alfred sneered and walked out of the room. He needed to cool off before he actually decided to take out his .44 Magnum and shoot Arthur directly in the head. He was pushed that far.

Alfred sighed as he walked down the hallway, he wasn't calm or relaxed. How could he, since he knew everyone looked down on him. He knew that the little remark he made about a Nuclear war was going to get everyone uneasy.

"God dammit!"

Alfred punched the wall and pulled his fist out of the hole he just made. He couldn't believe how stupid he acted in there.