The only thing I have to say here is: holy shit how did this happen?! Also remember this is before Caged and Honey I shrunk the twins so he hasn't made up with Arthur yet.
His dreams were hazy that night. He saw a dingy room, feeble sunlight trying to flit in through the steel bars that replaced the windows. Someone was crying; a groan of pain; rattled coughing. Several men and women sat in rows, on metal bunks. A door opened and someone whimpered, only to be hushed as a guard stepped in. His cold eyes pierced through the desolation of the room for a moment before he stepped back and pointed to an empty bunk. Two more guards came in, carrying a man between them... matted blonde hair, a bloodied left arm... that was all Al got to see before heavy pounding rattled his door, breaking his sleep.
He jerked up panting running the images through his head. He was alive! They wouldn't jail him if he was dead right? He slumps and puts his head in his hands, a few stray tears slipping free.
Someone hammered on the door again and shouted in German, telling him to get up.
He whipes his face and puts on his mask. The door slammed open and a guard stepped in, gun in hand. He looks up face blank.
The guard barked an order, motioning out the door. Move. Alfred walks out keeping his feet low so he can feel for things to trip on.
No chance of that. He was kept inside this time and everything was smooth and well kept. He was taken to an office. He couldn't really see much of it though. What the hell did they want him to do?
"Sit," Germany sat behind the desk. Al reaches a hand groping for a chair. Finding one he spins it around backwards just to tick Germany off.
His eyebrow twitched in annoyance and the door shut behind him, the guard leaving the nations alone.
"What the hell do you want?" Al says. Not really capable of seeing his face, he tuned his ears.
Germany got up and growled irritably, smacking him around the head. "Are you a fool, Jones?!"
Al scowls in his general direction.
Germany pressed some metal frames into his hand. "Put these on." He takes them and slips them on, internally sighing once he could see again.
Germany leaned on the front of his desk, frowning. "Are you trying to expose us all?"
He snorts "Speak for yourself I heard a lot of soldiers that know you're different."
"Rumours are different," he snapped. "You nearly used powers you shouldn't have in front of my men!"
"I stood up after a point blank barrage. You don't think people tend to exaggerate?" No one knew about the twins spirit powers. But he couldn't help it, he snapped.
"Four men couldn't hold you down! Four of my men! People are going to talk, you fool!"
Al snarled "How is that my fault?! It was self defense!"
"This is war! If my men defending their home from the likes of you is wrong..!"
Al slammed his hand on the table, "And I was just fine staying out of it until Japan bombed me!"
Germany slammed a had down, glaring coldly at him. "Take that up with Japan! You have no right to be on my land! You'd be dead, were you not a nation and of my Furhers perfect race!"
"That idiot is promoting genoside! How can you side with him?!"
"He won over the nation," he growled. "Regardless of whether or not I want this, forget about right and wrong. He has convinced my people that this is what they want, so this has to be what I want! I get no choice!"
Alfred sits back with nothing to say to that. Yes he was a melting pot, a mutt among nations, but there was still racism among his people. He never agreed with it but what could he do?
Ludwig leaned back, cold eyes seething. "I'm not to kill you... tempting though it is... I'm trying to get something sorted... if you join my ranks, you'll be welcomed a hero..."
Al's eyes filled with anger. "Who the fuck do you think I am!?" he hissed.
Malevolence flashed in his opponents eyes. "Someone with more compassion than sense."
He continued to glare at him. Forcing himself not to move, the urge to jump over the table was strong.
"You won't join me for his cause, but would you join me for you brother?"
Thats it! He leaps over the table aiming for his throat.
Ludwig sidestepped, sinking a knee into his gut, having the advantage of health. Al gets the wind knocked out of him but doesn't stop reaching. Arms outstretched spewing ancient curses and voodoo at him.
Germany just frowned at him, thinking him mad.
Alfred crawls to his knees and lunges.
He kicked out at him, aiming for his throat.
Al gets knocked down. His hand is bleeding again. He splatters the blood up onto Germany's face chanting under his breath. (i dont acualy know voodoo, just that it involves using blood sometimes)
The German wiped it off, kicking at the blond.
He gets hit in the neck. Alfred collapses coughing. Ludwig glared down, stamping on his back. "I will not tolerate disobedience."
The boot pins him to the ground. He couldn't catch his breath. "I..I'm the ...r-rebel turncoat remember? Can't keep me do.." He coughs again trying to find air.
Germany leaned on him, pressing down harder. "If you won't obey, you will die, simple as that!"
He gasps getting light headed. "G-give.. me liberty o-or give me.. death."
"I give you a living hell!"
He didnt respond, vision going dark. Germany added more pressure. Alfred's breathing stops and he passes out. Germany let his foot off and called for his men to take him away again. He was taken back to his room and left.
He was surrounded by darkness. Cold empty darkness. He couldn't see, couldn't hear. There was nothing.
Slowly, a wisp of purple fire danced across his expanse of nothingness, calling out to him. He reached out wanting to get closer.
It danced towards him, but stayed just out of his reach.
He leaped, throwing himself forward.
His hand closed around it and the wisp died, letting out an earsplitting scream of horror... and that voice could only belong to one person...
"Nooo!" he screams pouring his energy into his hand.
It was too late, the little wisp was gone and all he had was that scream echoing inside his head.
He jerks awake breath heavy. Crying his heart out. There were a couple of soldiers in his room, swapping meals. They looked at him, startled for a moment, then just started laughing and mocking his as they made their leave.
He didnt care. He throws out his senses straining as far as they could reach.
There was nothing. He was completely alone now. No matter how much he reached and strained, there was nothing but darkness...
He huddles in the corner and curls into a ball. Gripping fistfuls of hair.