If you want me to listen whisper, if you want me to run just, walk, wrap your name in lace and leather, I can hear you don't need to talk… Let us make a thousand mistakes, cos we will never learn… You're my obsession. My fetish, my religion, my confusion my confession, the one I want tonight, your my obsession! The question and conclusion you are, you are, you are my fetish you are…

"Arthur Kirkland is that correct?" A cold case detective asked having been called in for this particular case. "That is correct" The Brit responded. He hadn't been here long but he knew it would be easier on him if he just cooperated and told the truth.

"You're the country of Great Britain? England? The United Kingdom correct?" The detective asked waiting for Arthur's response of "Yes I am" before picking up an old fashioned tape recorder and saying "Arthur Kirkland, United Kingdom, male, 25, suspect, interview started at 1:03, Thursday 26th June 2015."

Arthur looks up and runs a hand through his hair awaiting his first question, soft forest green eyes alert and saddened. He didn't want to look back, he feared it would break him, break his heart, and break the last memory he had. The last memory he had of …Alfred"

The American was found dead in his apartment exactly two days before Arthurs chilling interview, the cause of death not yet determined… "We are awaiting the autopsy" A police officer informed a previously distraught Arthur. He had walked into Alfred's apartment with a bunch of flowers in hand only to find his partner was lying on the kitchen floor, chest still and an half eaten burger lying besides his hand. Arthur had instantly dropped the flowers and rushed to his side.

"Not that I could have helped…" "And how did this make you feel?" "How did it make me feel? Well how would you feel seeing the only person you've ever loved torn from life so easily?"

"Alfred! Alfred! Wake up?! What's wrong with you?! Bloody git wake up! Alfred stop joking around?!" Arthur had shaken his lover frantically and tried CPR to no avail…

"You tried to resuscitate him?" The detective asked offering the Brit a glass of cool water, eyes kinder than most officers and detectives Arthur had seen in his time. Arthur nodded. "Of course, I tried to make his heart beat again for a whole hour while I awaited the sodding ambulance! Which may I say didn't arrive fast at all… I should complain" "In due course Mr Kirkland…" "Jones… I was soon to be Jones" "Yes sorry, we know you're grieving but this is for the interview purpose…" "Alright, sorry for being so unprofessional, do continue." The detective nods and asks her next question. "Let's rewind back to the beginning shall we? When did you meet Alfred?" "Ah, that is one hell of a story" "We have time" "I see, well I met Alfred when he was little actually…"

"Arthur Arthur! I found a wild creature! It attacked me but I beat it!" The young American holds up a tiny kitten in his arms which was mewling pitifully having been jumped upon by Alfred. "Oh my what a scary thing how ever did you beat it?" Arthur asks leaning down to ruffle the kitten's fur then Alfred's own sandy brown/blond hair. "I yelled at it to go away! And then grabbed it and said this is eyebrows home! Leave! And it ran away and I chased it and…!" Arthur raises and eyebrow smiling in amusement at Alfred's dramatic story. "And… "Alfred's grins stretches wider as he sets the kitten down. "I captured the monster!" Arthur chuckled softly and holds out his hand for Alfred to take. "Let's go eat some lunch…"

"Hey Arthur why do you have such bushy eyebrows?" Alfred asks now ten years old and still growing faster then Arthur could cope with. "My eyebrows… ah I guess it's just a trait… "The older of the two coughs and sits on the edge of the bed in the room picking up a book and opening it. "She likes them right?" Alfred says pointing to a picture inside the book. It was of Queen Elizabeth the current ruler of England. Arthur nods and brushes his fingertips lightly over the picture, "Yes Alfred, she does like them well remembered." " Then she's funny! Can I read it to you this time?" The younger nation asks stretching his arms out to take the book from the elder nation. "Oh, of course I think I'd enjoy that" Arthur smiles softly and lets him take the leather-bound book from his hands. Alfred crossed his legs and sat back beginning to read from the book, cloudy blue eyes sparkling with adventure and life that Arthur couldn't remember from his own childhood, seeing as he had to start as a guard for the queen at an early age. He had lost his childhood, however Alfred was here now and he had yet to live his to the full. "Queen Elizabeth was the ruler of England, she was young and wise, everyone loved her…" Arthur sat back and closed his eyes letting Alfred's excited voice lull him to sleep. "But everyone has to die someday and Elizabeth…"

"Oi Arthur! What have you done with my clothes dude!" An teenage Alfred calls out from the top of a wooden staircase. The Brit appeared after Alfred's third time of yelling and he stood in the doorway to the other male's room hands on hips. "They are in the wash but Alfred this is a formal event you need to dress smartly. People are expecting to meet you tonight. Not as Alfred the human, but as a British colony and you have to set an impression." "A British colony huh?" Alfred sighs and picks up a suit Arthur had already laid out for him. "So I'll have to wear this right?" Arthur nods and leaves the room smiling. Alfred starts putting on the suit but when he looks in the mirror he couldn't recognise himself. "British colony… "He kept repeating what his carer had said and his blood seemed to heat up. "Can't I be a country? On my own…"

"When the victim died he was a country wasn't he?" The detective (let's call her Anne) looked up through her steel rimmed glasses and kept her gaze on the Brit. Arthur swallows harshly and nods. "Y-Yes he was, h-he became the country of the United States, America he called it, and it wasn't a good time" Arthur coughs and takes a gulp of the pre-placed water. "We fought; our countries went to war… and in the end…"