I am updating! I'm sorry I got distracted writing for Hurry Up and Save Me and now I have finals coming up so I won't be updating for a week…probably…
This chapter is extremely long compared to the other chapters!
Anywho enough with excuses! On with the Show!
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They all watched horrified as Nightmara pushed Alfred so hard he fell backwards. He just never landed, instead he disappeared into a blue light, much like the red one from earlier, which suddenly appeared. Alfred fell into it and disappeared.
"Let's see what the Hamburger has to offer." Nightmare completely ignored the others as she touched the blue light she had just pushed Alfred through. Another theatre-sized screen came into view, which had the scene of Alfred being pushed into the blue light on it.
Nightmara began scrolling backwards with her finger. None of the nations understood why these "memories" seemed to be a touch screen. They watched Nightmara do her work quietly, waiting for the chance to escape. She kept scrolling, then stopped.
"Hmmm…why are these memories blocked out? This is should be during the civil war….he's blocking them on purpose." Nightmara tapped the screen, nothing happened. She tried again but the blackness stayed. Growling in frustration she continued scrolling back, until she got to Alfred dressed nicely in front of a mirror, with Arthur standing behind him nodding in approval.
"This looks promising. Let's see how the whole revolution started, shall we?"
She tapped the screen and the scene started, picking up right where it was frozen. Arthur stayed with Alfred for a few more days until he eventually left. It showed Alfred arguing with some of the townspeople, while Arthur was gone about how the taxes weren't that bad. They were getting angrier by the minute and Alfred was reluctant to do anything. Then the scene showed Arthur coming back from England.
"Do you remember this Mr. England? The last time you visited before the revolution? Apparently Alfred does, look at how clear this memory is."
Alfred ran up and hugged Arthur, the excitement apparent on his face. But Arthur simply gave him a pat on the shoulder before saying he was tired from the long journey and then went up to his room. Alfred watched with a disappointed look. Two days later Arthur was leaving to go back to England, Alfred grabbed his coat and begged him not to go. Arthur and Alfred started arguing, which promptly ended with Arthur slapping Alfred across the face.
"That's enough Alfred! I have more important things to worry about right now! Try to mature a little before I come back!" Alfred flinched and stepped back, as if he'd been burned. Arthur's face immediately filled with regret, he wrapped Alfred in a hug.
"Sorry, lad. I've been busy back home and only lashed out because I am stressed and tired. I'll come back as soon as I can and help you stop all these little rebels, alright? Stay inside the house where it's safe until I return."
With that Arthur left, the scene followed him until he reached the boat. He had a small smile on his face that eventually turned into a frown when he got on the boat. He turned and looked at the port one last time before leaving.
"I hope I wasn't too hard on the lad."
The scene changed back to the house with Arthur just shutting the door. Alfred was standing there with his head bent so his bangs covered his eyes. Then his voice came out whispered soft, filled with confusion.
"…Become…more mature? But…stay in the house like….like a child?"
Alfred's fists clenched.
"What do you want from me Arthur? What is it you want me to do?"
The scene changed to the sun just starting to disappear, Alfred was wrapped in a dark cloak and was hurrying away from the house. He was just stepping away when a figure shot around the corner and grabbed him by the arm.
"Where'd ya plaan on gooin, pooppeet?"
It was a British soldier, a very drunk British soldier. Alfred started tugging away from the soldier, but the soldier growled and punched Alfred in the stomach. Alfred gasped and fell to his knees.
"Ha, Lord Kirkland made the right chooice keeping yoou here pooppet. Back in the homeland you would have sold for a high price. Those perverted old fools would have been fighting over you until one of them died. I would love to have some fun but if the Lord found out it wouldn't be pretty so, I think I will just have to lock you up."
"You will do no such thing!"
"Of course I will, poppet. The Lord want you to stay in the house, where it's safe." The soldier then proceeded to pick Alfred up and drag him towards the side of the house, towards the wine cellar. The soldier opened up the two doors that were in the ground and threw Alfred inside. Alfred fell into the black pit with a gasp. The soldier laughed as Alfred tumbled down the stairs, landing with a pain-filled grunt on the bottom.
"Yoou can stay down there until I say soo, pooppet. Children need to be punished when they disobey." The soldier slammed the doors shut and chained them shut. He walked away laughing.
The scene changed to Alfred scrambling off the ground and hurrying up the stairs, pounding on the door.
"Hey! Let me out! Please! Let me out! LEEEET MEEEEEEEEEE OOOOOOOOOOOUT!"
Everyone watching flinched as Alfred started screamed and pounded on the door. He only stopped screaming when his voice gave out. By then his fists were bloody from hitting the splintered wood. Alfred was breathing heavily and he looked around as if he was just realizing how dark an alone he was in the cellar. His eyes seemed to look straight at the group watching in rapt attention. The blue eyes were wide and shimmering with unshed tears. Alfred whispered with what was left of his voice.
"Please, help me."
The scene went black. Everyone jumped at the unexpected change.
"Ve~ P-poor A-America. Can't we help him Ludwig?" Then Feliciano proceeded to start bawling, Ludwig comforting him, trying to explain that it wasn't real.
"Oh, this is real. These are memories, everything that you are seeing actually happened."
"Nightmara, I believe you have had enough to eat. Let go of Alfredka, da?"
"Oh, you are on a first name basis with him, Ivan? Not totally unexpected with the Cold War I guess. Tell me though, did you ever mention to these idiots what actually between you two? I think it would be so much more fun to show them though."
Matthew noticed that Francis comforting a shaking Englishman.
"Enough NIghtmara, let our comrade go and disappear to the hell you came from."
"Ouch Ivan! That hurts you know!"
"I will kill you this time-"
"Quiet! It's started up again."
"What?" Matthew asked quietly. He watched as Nightmara smirked and licked her lips. She looked at the screen that showed the doors of the cellar. Then she tapped it to pause it. She looked at Matthew.
"When the memories go black like that, it means that the memory is either too emotional for the mind to handle or the person I'm feeding from knows what's happening and is purposely blacking it out. With how strong Alfie is, I wouldn't be surprised if that's what he's doing. This seems to be when someone lets Alfie out."
Matthew found it bothered him that she kept calling Alfred, Alfie. He looked at the screen as Nightmara tapped the screen and it started moving.
Two men and two women came and opened the door, filling the black pit with sunlight. The men shouted for the person to come out slowly. The two women leaned closer to each other and whispered to themselves.
There was a loud thud from the stairs and a pale, bony hand with split, bleeding skin reached out to them. The women let out a cry of horror and rushed forward to grab the hand. The men, after hesitating pulled him out as well.
Everyone watching, in the screen and out gasped in horror at the figure that stumbled into the sun. Alfred looked very different from the when he went into the cellar. His skin was sickly pale instead of healthy tan. From the joints that were visible it was clear there was only a skeleton covered in skin present. His clothes were covered in blood and his body looked like it was using all of its energy to just remain standing.
Alfred lifted his head up and the four people on the screen took a step back in fear. The wide, shimmering, scared eyes that had begged the watching audience to help them when the screen went black were long gone. In their place were dark blue, cold and determined shards of ice, ice that had disguised itself as eyes on a once innocent person.
The scene changed to Alfred walking through a war camp, every soldier he passed dropping whatever they were doing to salute him. Alfred entered a white tent that ended up being the infirmary. Sick soldiers with all kinds of wounds were there. When Alfred came in most of them attempted to stand and give a salute as well.
"All of you get back in bed and rest." The other nations felt a shock go through their bodies. Alfred's voice had changed, not just the normal voice change but the emotion in it. Instead of the loud and laughter-filled voice they heard in meetings constantly, it was the voice of an old leader. The wisdom and pain the voice contained could only be gained from decades of experience. But what sent the shock through the nations was the dominance in it. Alfred's voice seemed to demand submission from anyone who heard it, if you fought against that voice it just promised that the pain you felt later would be worse than hell.
No one noticed but even Ivan shivered as the shock went through his system. All of the nations felt the dominance and impulse to obey that voice, it seemed to work on both humans and nations.
The scene showed Alfred going through the tent and helping with the injured. Every injured man in the tent begged Alfred to take care of his own wounds but nothing worked. Alfred helped and then left to eat supper with his men, which was forcibly happy, and then go to bed. Once he was gone a younger looking soldier leaned towards a man on his right. Everyone outside the screen recognized him as one of the men that helped rescue Alfred from the cellar.
"Why is General Jones so…different?" The boy didn't realize it but the entire group of men around the fire went silent, some because they didn't know, same as the boy, or because they did know and felt the need to go silent in respect.
"Son, I'm only going to tell you this once, and never say anything in front of the General, if you want to live that is."
The boy and a few others, nodded in agreement.
"Good. Right before the war started I saw a soldier push a person into a wine cellar. It was dark so the only thing I could tell was one person was a soldier and the other was in a cloak. I thought it was a dream but a friend of mine said he had walked by it the next day and heard pounding. We tried to go help but some lobsters came and pushed us away. When the lobsters were finally chased out, we went over and opened the cellar doors with the wives there to help the person if there was actually anyone in there. At first nothing happened, then a hand came out, it looked like a skeleton hand, it was so pale, and there was blood covering it all over. When we pulled the person up I swear it felt like we just pulled a corpse out of a grave, his body looked like it too. But those eyes, those eyes were of a man that had been to hell and back."
"Sir, what does this have to do with General Jones?"
"That living corpse we pulled out of the ground that day was General Jones. He had been locked in a wine cellar for almost a whole month."
"WHAT!?"
The reaction was the same on both sides of the screen, shock anger, and horror. Arthur started muttering in denial.
The scene showed Alfred getting up later that night, without the sun and stars shining brightly in the sky. Alfred walked towards the cold fire pit and looked up at the starry sky. He closed his eyes and stood there for some time, then walked back to camp to wake the soldiers as the sun started shining.
The scene once again morphed to a rainy day with a group of soldiers with one figure in blue on the left side and a lone soldier in red on the right. The red soldier rushed forward and knocked the gun out of the blue soldier's hands then said something and collapsed onto the mud, covered his face with his hand and cried. The blue soldier said something and then slowly grabbed his bayonet and spun on his heel to walk away.
He never once looked back.
When he entered the camp all the men cheered and when the same boy who asked about Alfred earlier came up and asked Alfred to join them the other men pulled him back, quickly apologizing to Alfred. Alfred said nothing, just left the camp. He stopped by a small lake and looked up at the sky, he covered his ears and screamed.
The blues eyes once again looked through the screen, and this time, they saw emotions being locked away too quickly for any of them to recognize just what emotions they were. Then the familiar bright, laughter-filled eyes were there, with a hint of wildness.
The scene faded out.
"Tsk. I was hoping for more than that. Sure, if I had gotten all the emotion from being locked in that cellar than I be bigger that Santa right now but nooo, he just had to go and black it out didn't he? Well, from what I was I think that ending needs to be rewritten."
Nightmara touched the screen and started scrolling backwards, when she reached where Arthur charged Alfred she stopped it and tapped her chin.
"What should we add here? Possessiveness? Maybe. Anger? Definitely. Pride? No."
"STOP IT!" Everyone turned to Arthur who had his want up and eyes glowing, he glared at Nightmara with pure hatred.
"Don't try it, Mr. England. You don't want anything to happen to Alfie do you? If you hit the screen there's no telling what might happen."
Arthur glared at her but lowered his wand. He knew that casting spells in an unfamiliar environment was the worst possible thing to do, but once he figured out where exactly they were he was going to torture this woman.
"Back to my meal, if we added Anger and possessiveness what happens then?" She tapped the screen twice then a third time and it started again.
But this time, America lost the Revolutionary War.
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This turned out way longer than expected and I feel bad for putting more focus on Italy than America. I just don't know Italian history. But! I plan to change that next chapter! So get ready for more pasta love!
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