I Don't Own Charaters or Hetalia!

Chapter 1

Nothing Good

Olivers POV

I slowly watched the man i was targeting slowly open his house door. I giggled at how much he looked like my Alfred, but only this one was more brighter. I truly loved his 1P self, he was so cute and innocent. I was going to make him mine and make sure he was kept like that.

The only problem was my 1P self Arthur. I was really hoping that the day I met him we could have been friends. But, sadly he was just to simple for me. Then he showed me the picture of America when he was little. So cute~.

The same thing happen to me, for a few days I hardly ever smiled. I normaly cried into the black gown I found him in. But I soon relized I would never be able to change what happen, unlike Arthur. I bet he still feels so lonely.

Who cares, his Alfred will soon be my Alfred. I giggled at the thought of him crying even more when he finds out that I am never letting his little America go. I slowly approched the house with my knife in my back pocket.

I slowly brought it out and picked the lock. The door slowly opened with a low moan, I skipped lightly into the, oddly, clean house. I slowly turned my head to the side and looked into a room.

And there layed Alfred with a soft smile on his face, he looked like he was having a good dream. That just made me feel giddy, I couldn't wait to make him my boy. I slowly took out some rope and cuffs.

I picked him up with little effort and walked outside. I went back to the place where I was crouched down and set him down in my car.

I giggeld at his head fell to one side and he let out a soft sigh. My simle grew wider with a sense of victory, I slowly walked around and open the door to the drivers side. Luckly I didn't have thoughs bell sounds on to alreat Alfred awake.

My car quietly turned on and I slowly backed out into the road. At midnight not everyone is awake, that made it lucky for me. I slowly speed to my house through a portal to the 2P world.

I heard Alfred shuffle a bit as if about to wake up. I put a comforting hand on his leg and smiled when he shifted.

"Go back to sleep, Alfred~." I sang to him, almost jus tlike my 1P's voice. He smiled cutely and his chin thouched his chest as he fell back into a deep sleep. I couldn't help but feel proud of myself for tricking him into think I was Arthur.

"A-Arthur?" he mumbled in his sleep, I simled and held back a laugh. I rubbed his leg lightly and patted his arm.

"I here, Alfred~." I told him, he smiled again. That was just so cute, he can be fooled easily. I could see tears at the corner of his eyes, he was thinking about when he left my other self. I couldn't stand to see tears from anyone , but my killing victims.

"Don't worry~," I told him in a singing voice, he stirred lightly as if he was listening.

"I won't ever let you go~." I told him, the tears stopped and he fell back into a peacful dream. I giggled once I knew he was out cold for good.

"Yout so easy to fool, but still that only makes taking you away easier for me~." I siad in my normal, cheery voice. He didn't move, just breathed lightly and smiled softly in his dream sleep.

"Were almost home, love~." I said with a grin.

'Almost home, where I can take care you you forever.' I thought to myself, the great part was this would alter his world at all. America would be in a time stand still as long as he stayed with me.

And I wasn't going to let him leave.

Alfred's Dream POV

I slowly walked through the field of my child hood memories, I smile as the warm feeling filled me up. I turned around to see Arthur standing there, holding out his hand.

He was always there when I looked back. I ran to him and he slowly picked me up. I laughed lightly and snuggled to his chest.

"Alfred, my little America." he said to me, I clinged to his chest and heard his heart beating so softly. He strocked my hair with a firm, but gental hand. I always want to have this feeling love brotherly love again, to be held in Arthurs arms and know I am safe.

I sighed softly and we layed bakc down in the grass. I could hear in the distance a faint, dark giggle. I slowly sat up and looked around.

"America, whats wrong?" I heard Arthurs voice grow faint, I was transported way to the revolutionary war. And Arthur was on his knees crying in front of me.

"A-Arthur?" I said with a sad tone and faint whimper. I hated this memory, the day I was my own from then on. Tears sprang up from the corner of my eyes.

He slowly looked up at me and gave a warm smile.

"Don' t worry," he said in a cheery voice, I slowly wrapped my arms around him. He picked me up slowly and walked away from the depressing memory. I clinged to hsi chest.

"I won't ever let you go." he said, that made me feel very safe. I felt the brotherly love again, and cluched his sleeve. I was just about to fall asleep in his arms, when he bent down and whispered in my ear.

"Were almost home, love." He said, and I slowly smiled and closed my eyes. I just couldn't wait to get home, cuz home is where ever Arthur is.

To bad for Alfred, the place where he was going wasn't the home he always wanted to have back.

So good, right? I am going to call 2P England Oliver, and 1P England Arthur so there is no confusion. Read Review Whatever. Until next time LATER!