"... I'm a dead man." The American sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. Perhaps it wasn't too late to release her and have her not tell her brother? Ugh. U G H. He wasn't really looking forward to it. The only real reason he agreed to interrogate was because his boss said she'd be tied down, shackled, and if anyone else did it they'd truly enrage her.

"Well, here goes nothing..." Alfred F. Jones is a dead man walking. He wasn't really sure how to handle this. She wouldn't tell him anything unless if her life depended on it, he felt- and even that was an iffy chance.

He paced around the door for a second, staring at its steel gray hatred unsurely. How was he supposed to...? Well, looking back on his boss' current look, he couldn't think and stall any longer. Nervously, he pushed open the door, shuddering at the traces of blood. They must have had a fight to bring her here, huh...

He wasn't really staring at the floor, though. His eyes were more or less on the struggling figure dressed in blue, biting and growling through the gag. Ah... This... Would be a challenge.

"Ah, uh... Hey Bel! Sorry for, you know... Dragging you out of your country, but I've got a few questions." He chuckled, giving a smile. Maybe she'd warm up...? Hopefully. That'd be nice. However, if looks could kill, Alfred was pretty sure he'd be six feet under, waving the American flag.

Well, at least she stopped biting the gag? He moved over to take it out, before realizing- oh wait. Lights. He quickly moved back to turn on the lights. It probably wouldn't be good if he tried to interrogate her lights out. She'd be less easy to watch, and it'd be easier for her to escape in the dark. With a simple flick of his fingers, the light above the struggling blonde turned, giving a soft illumination to the area around her.

... She made a mess, huh? He noted the blood and such on the floor, along with the scraps of cloths. She noted where his eyes trailed, and well. she spit out the gag herself, after a while of playing with it. If you bite down and press out with your tongue, it comes out fairly easy.

"I will tell nothing." She spat out those words with the gag, as America sighed. He didn't really want to do this.

"Listen, Belarus. I don't want to hurt you, okay? But if this doesn't go well, I don't think my other investigators will be too nice." She simply huffed, spitting at the floor in protest.

"I can handle your weak people. I hold pride for my country."

"Just... Answer the questions, please. It's not even about you!" He spoke, and that seemed to pique her interest. She stared right through him, causing him to look away. Holy shit, she made him nervous. "Who, then...?" She slowly asked, and he beamed inwardly. She seemed more complying, now. Maybe there was a chance!

"Uh, it's not important. Heck, you might not even be siding against him really, just giving me an update!" He spoke, and her brows furrowed deeper. Heck, there was no time to lose. "So, uh… Belarus."

"What do you know about Russia's developments in the science field?" He questioned, and a stern, confused look crossed her face.

"What…?" Her tone was icy, so he simply sighed. There was no way he could turn back now. He had to get this information out of her.

"What do you know about Russia's experiment-!" A bright, white light filled the room, some sort of force blasting the American back, much like a bomb. He fell backwards, hitting the wall with a thud. A… Bomb? What? They had checked her for a bomb, there was no way she could have… There were more important problems right now, though.

He couldn't see.

Blinking roughly, he finally regained sight, and he instantly turned his focus on where the Belarusian woman was. Had she actually blown herself up to keep her brother safe?- Oh. She... Wasn't dead... However, he noted a change of dress, namely the color was pink, and... Perhaps eye color. As he watched, he noted she was staring back as well. It was a look of confusion, which then quickly changed to distinguishable fear.

Belarus was scared? He didn't know that was a thing, honestly. He stared at her oddly, for a while. What are you supposed to do with a crying Belarus? As he stared, she cried out something in Russian.

"B-B-BRATE! B-BRATE!" She screamed out, shaking with tears.

He stared unsurely, before realizing what a certain English friend of his would do. Soothe the lady, Arthur sighed in his mind, as the American nodded, yeah! He hit on girls all the time, it'd be the same thing, right?

He moved towards her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She visibly winced, and Alfred bit his lip. That... Wasn't the result he was expecting. "U-Uh, hey now...?" He cooed awkwardly, and she finally opened her misty... Blue? Eyes.

Last time he bothered to notice, he was pretty certain the girl he was interrogating had violet eyes. He could be wrong, of course. "W-Who are you...?" She stammered, shaking into the ropes, "W-Where am I, oh my god. Brate? BRATE? S-Someone...?" She started to sob.

Oh my god.

What.

How?

Holy shit.

Belarus was flat out sobbing.

"H-Hey, now... Uh, look... Why don't I untie you for a bit, yeah! Grab a bite to eat? J-Just please, don't cry. Please? I'll tell boss I'm trying a different tactic. We don't even have to talk about Russia's experiments! I don't care, see? I-I'll pay, too!" He smiled, albeit falsely. Yeah, he wanted information on the Russian bad, honestly.

But that wasn't to be worried about. Besides, if she feels the need to talk about what had happened once she gets home... Ugh. He moved to untie her, as she sniffled and cried.


Well, she wasn't crying now, so that's good. Instead, she was all smiles. She was kind, caring, and hell, she got the vegetarian plate at McDonalds. Who does that, anyways? Not him, of course. Stuffing his face with the burger, he continued talking.

"So uh, yeah! Mh- Sorry 'bout the whole, you know... Thing?" He offered, talking with his mouth full. She only giggled, setting her water down. "U-Uhm, sir. You shouldn't eat with your mouth full." He blinked. Oh right, manners. He had to use those now. Blushing out of embarrassment, he put the burger down.

"Ah, right! Sorry dude! Heh, used to eating with me, myself, and I." He explained, running a hand through his blonde head. "But seriously. Sorry. Didn't mean to get the wrong person. Maybe it was aliens? The whole thing was pretty weird..." He chuckled, and she frowned. "Oh...? W-Who were you looking for...?"

"Belarus. I think I had her before? But then like... This explosion happened and then, bam! You were just... There! And crying! Honestly, you gave me a heart attack." He chuckled, and she visibly stiffened. Perhaps he should ask why. But then again, it wasn't his business. So instead, he took another sip out of his extra-large drink.

"B-B-B-But... I am Belarus." She whispered, as he blinked. Perhaps she said it wrong. She obviously isn't American, duh.

"You said it wrong, uh... Name?"

"Belarus... O-Or Natalia." She spoke in a soft whisper, and Alfred nearly chocked. Okay, no one could mistake that badly. She seemed to be a bit bolder, so she timidly asked. "Y-You aren't... Albert, are you?" She whispered, and he stared at her, as if she were a foreign object.

"Albert...?" He responded just about as nervously.

"A-Albert, you know... T-The United States."

This was gonna be a long day, Alfred thought.


A/N NOTE: Hey, and I'm honestly surprised I finished this so quick! I didn't mean to, but when you get up early, and have a day off, things happen. So, here's the other side! Hope it was good. Please Review and tell me what you think! I honestly don't know if I did Alfred right, or not. Thanks for the follows and favorites, all of you!

Can't really tell when the next update will be, so I'll say around next Monday or the weekend, really.