I always make it a point to analyze people,
But when that git Alfred comes to mind,
I immediately try to shove him out.
He seems like nothing more than a rambunctious idiot to most,
But I know he's much more than that.
First my colony...
Then my beloved brother...
Then my enemy...
Then my rival...
Then my friend...
Then my...hell, I don't even know anymore.
His manners are horrible,
And his voice is too loud...
He shatters what was left of my emotional well-being by leaving me alone,
And now that I've grown used to isolation, the prat refuses TO leave me alone.
I know he's capable of being tender,
Just not with me...not anymore, at least.
I feel a reluctanct adoration towards him at one moment,
Then the next, I want to beat him in the head with Russia's pipe.
He's an arrogant, yet almost heartwrenchingly affectionate little twat
Who may have been around for centuries
But sometimes acts like he's a bloody toddler.
Adorable and thoughtful,
Reckless and merciless...
I wouldn't trade this goddamn bastard for the world.