Arthur stayed with Alfred for a few days, making sure he was fine and could handle himself again. When he finally left, they went back to their normal selves, fighting and hating each other, but even so they still cared greatly for each other. They were family and nothing was going to change that.

A few weeks later, yet another party was scheduled, or more like a meeting for the American and British government leaders. While the families and other guests enjoyed themselves down in the ballroom of the hotel, the government officials would have a meeting on one of the upper floors. It was the perfect thing for families to be with each other while they could still work. This would take place in England this time, and so a few days before Alfred took off to England and checked into the hotel.

The party would start any minute now, and Arthur waited by the ballroom door for Alfred, greeting others as they came in.

"Where is that git?" Arthur muttered to himself, looking around the hall, and as usual, just as he said something Alfred ran up to him.

"Hey, Iggy!" He hollered, grinning as usual, "What's up?"

"Where have you been, twit?" Arthur yelled, "What took you so long?"

"Well, I didn't know you'd be waiting for me."

Arthur sighed, "At least you showed up." Alfred laughed, walking into the ballroom. Arthur glanced over his shoulder at him, "Hey, Alfred…" He said gently, "If anything happens, you let me know, okay?"

Alfred hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth between the floor and Arthur's face. When he finally spoke his voice had died down to a distressed whisper, "Yeah… okay."

~)(~*First Person Narration (Alfred's point of view)*~)(~

I took a look around the room as I walked in, Arthur still waited by the door, greeting guests. There were a lot of people there, much more then the last party I was at, but then again, this was people from two different countries. Many people talked to me from both England and my own nation, though none of the conversations were interesting. Everyone just talks about politics, which isn't any fun.

As I walked around, I took some time wondering around the buffet, half of the people in the room giving me weird looks thanks to the fact of how much food I took. Though if you're hungry, you should take a lot of food, right? Or was I taught wrong? Either way, I was satisfied, for the most part, and continued on exploring the room.

After I had tried eating and walking around, I stopped and leaned against one of the far walls, just watching everyone talk and enjoy themselves, and of course finishing off my food. I then spotted Arthur off in the far right of the room, talking to multiple people at once, seeming to enjoy himself.

As I watched the party from afar it reminded me of a time back in the mid 1800's. A party – a southern party; back before the civil war. I closed my eyes and remembered people talking, people dancing, enjoying themselves with no cares. It was a wonderful memory, one I would go back to if I had the chance.

'Would you really go back?'

'To the civil war?'

'To the south?'

I quickly opened my eyes, staring straight in front of me, but instead of seeing things like I should have, the figures ahead became blurry rather rapidly, everything going black in only a few seconds. I didn't black out, but I wasn't fully conscious either, it was as if I was in an in-between space, and I could still feel myself propped up against the wall.

The President laid on the ground, his eyes struggling to stay open, the pressure of someone's foot on his stomach; I still couldn't make out whom. Blood slowly seeped from the Presidents body to the man's feet, a large, red pool gradually building up around him.

The man fired a gun, shooting the President in the leg.

He shot him again, multiple times all in different places, blood flying up around him.

The President screamed. The Prime Minister looking on, knife through his wrist pinned against the wall, yelled at the man to stop. The President screamed again as he was shot in the head.

The killer had been laughing manically the whole time…

And then things went black.

As soon as the memory went black, I started trembling. It was more detailed this time, much more detailed, and it scared me to no end. I had to tell Arthur before they got any worse. Even though I was shaking, scared to move my back from the wall, scared more memories would come in detailed flashes back, I slowly moved forward. As I approached the other side of the room where Arthur was standing, I reached out my hand, ready to tap him on the shoulder and tell him what happened.

'He'll only hate you.'

'He'll hate you if you ask for his help.'

'He doesn't want to deal with you, can't you see that?'

'You don't need to tell him. Don't tell him.'

'You don't want him to hate you.'

'Do you?'

I hesitated, jerking my hand back and watching Arthur start to walk away without realizing I was there. I knew he didn't notice me, but even so, the fact he walked away hurt me, it hurt me so much. Stepping back a few times, somewhat stumbling, I watched Arthur walk farther and farther away from me, and I could feel myself holding back tears.

Quickly turning around, I started walking towards a door, any door. I didn't know which way I was going, I just saw a door and took my leave through it, dashing through it as fast as I could. Before I realized it I had run through multiple hallways, not caring that I was lost, and somehow ended up in a smaller, unoccupied ballroom.

I threw the doors open, closing them behind me and running into the middle of the cleared room.

'Hey…'

'Remember that day?'

I jerked my head to look behind me, the room beginning to feel as though it was spinning, "Who are you?" I screamed.

'Hehehe… Remember what we did to them?'

I threw my head around to look to my right, my eyes darting in every which direction, "What do you want?"

'It's all your fault.'

I quickly looked behind me again, then up and to my left, "I didn't do anything!" The room continued to spin faster.

'It's all your fault they're dead.' The voice snickered.

I spun around multiple time, glancing in so many directions I couldn't even keep up with what I was seeing, "I never did anything!"

'It's your fault because you never listen.'

"Who are you?" By this time I had looked up, down, behind me, in front, everywhere. There was no one there, but I continued to look, and the room continued to spin.

'You refused to listen to me.'

I threw my head up, screaming, "Shut up!"

'You denied my existence.'

I threw my hands to my head, still looking up, my body trembling and knees ready to give out, "Just shut up!"

'You denied yourself.'

"Go away!" I shrieked, screaming from fear and pain.

'Because, after all, you are me.'

I began losing sight of things, everything blurring as I forced my head down, my fingers gripping tightly on my skull, "I'm n-not..!"

'And I…'

As I began to hear these words I felt myself slipping from consciousness, things getting darker and darker, something creeping its way up threw me.

'…Am you.'

Right as these words finished, I could no longer see, everything just felt as though it was spinning, as though I was no longer in control of myself. The last thing I heard before I lost complete consciousness was laughing. I was laughing. It was me laughing.

The next thing I knew I was looking down at Arthur, who was on the floor looking up at me the best he could in horror.

"Iggy?" I asked, very confused, "What are you doing?"

When he didn't answer, I got concerned, and looked down at my feet. What I saw petrified me; I hadn't the slightest idea how I had gotten there, or why I had been doing what I was doing. It looked as though I had crushed Arthur's left arm with my foot, and looking back at his left leg, it too had been broken, and blood from a gunshot to the shoulder stained his clothes.

"Wha…" I began shaking again, "What… No!" I backed up, staring at Arthur's wounds, slowly bringing my trembling hands up to my mouth as the hairs on my neck stood up, but before I had time to do anything else, I tripped on something behind me. I fell to the floor, my hands catching me and holding my upper body up, my feet placed on the object that had tripped me. It was a body. A bloody, unrecognizable body.

My eyes widened at the sight and I let out a screamed, attempting to back up farther, but bumping into something else behind me. I turned and glanced at it. Yet another body, soaked in blood. I screamed again, shaking uncontrollably, and bringing my hands in front of my face. My body went cold. Red beads of blood rolled down my hands and arms, some dried to my skin. A shriek of shock escaped my throat.

"No! No, no, no! I wouldn't! It wasn't me!" I backed up rapidly, not caring where I ended up, soon curling myself into the fetal position, my head on my knees and tears streaming down my face as sweat rolled down my back, "I would never! I would never! How could I? It wasn't me!"

I felt a hand on my head, and I looked up to find Arthur, struggling his way closer to me.

My vision wasn't there, I couldn't see anything, but I noticed what I was doing. I noticed. I could hear Arthur's voice, I could hear him suffocating, choking, trying to say my name as he used his only available hand to try and pry what seemed to be my fingers from his neck.

I began to be able to see here and there, as if I was blinking almost nonstop. It was true, I was trying to suffocate Arthur, but how could I be? It wasn't me! I tried forcing myself to release my grip around his neck, and as I did so it felt as though I was using all my strength, as if I was trying to force open something that was sealed tightly shut. Slowly, with my hand shaking incredibly fast, I was able to force myself to let go.

The entire time I tried to remove my hand I repeated the same words, crying, "Not Iggy! I won't kill Iggy!"

When I finally released him, I let go so fast Arthur flew to the ground, hitting his head on the floor. I threw myself to the side, wailing, sweating and trembling, crying as I yelled, "I can't kill Iggy! Not Iggy! I won't kill Iggy! How could I? He's my brother!"

I reached for the edge of the table above me, pulling myself up to my feet, still shaking like crazy. When I was finally standing, I let go of the table, placing my hands on my head and throwing my face to the sky, screaming. I stumbled around the room for a while, I couldn't say how long, but eventually I lost sight of everything, and felt myself crash to the floor, everything blacking out.

Dont you just love my cliff hangers? Ok, but seriously, I WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK OF THIS! :D Is the story good so far? Is there anything my writing could use to help it? Critique me please! (Please no negative criticism, it just makes me angry. Positive criticism is always welcome though.)

Anyways, yes this was from Alfred's point of view and there's empty spaces in his memories right now, though you will know what happened later. So don't think I forgot! He'll remember everything later on. JUST WAIT. It gets worse though, so don't like the way this is going? Better run now 'cause it's going to get bloody. (It will go back to a 3rd person narration next chapter)