Well, Dakota has officially managed to ruin two relationships at the same time. Good job you bitch. lawl. A lot of bad language in this one eh?

Sorry about this. Now even I feel like shooting the bitch, and I created her! XDD

Don't worry Johnny, things will get better. Please don't cry!

BTW, do you guys realize what Alfred was about to do? Hope you do cause it's important in future chapters.

SUMMARY: Dakota goes over to Johnny's house in order to tell him the plan she came up with, but ends up ruining his relationship with Daniel. Meanwhile, Alfred gets a very bad phone call, courtesy of whom else but Dakota, the prude bitch. What will happen next? Read to find out more! ENJOY! ^ ^


Johnny quickly tried to pull on some jeans. He wondered why they wouldn't go past his knees until he realized that they were Daniel's. He cursed and hastily pulled them off.

Danny stared, wide-eyed at the blue haired man. He sat up in the bed and held the sheet close to his chest, covering his naked body. "What's goin' on?"

Johnny, now fully dressed, turned to look at the befuddled Texan. "Nothing love. Just… could you stay in this room for a bit? I'll be right back."

Daniel gave him a confused look but nodded his head at the strange command. Johnny smiled.

"Thanks. I appreciate it." He said before heading out of the room. He walked down the stairs (as slowly as he could) and opened the front door. Dakota strode into the room as if she was the queen. She looked around and barely hid her disgust.

"Could be better," she commented. It took all of Johnny's strength not to curse her out. She turned her attention to Johnny and instantly narrowed her eyes. "Who have you been fucking?"

His eyes widened in surprise. "Huh? What made you think that?"

"Oh please," she replied. She began to tick off his offences. "Your hair's a mess, you didn't button your shirt all the way, I can see a pair of socks on the floor behind you that are way too small for your big ass feet, and you've got hickeys on your neck." Johnny gasped inwardly.

She stepped in front of him angrily. "Now I'll ask again. Who have you been fucking?!"

He swallowed. He ran a shaky hand through his hair. "Don't worry. I-it's just nobody, k? Felt like fucking someone today so… yeah. No different than a hooker. After I'm done fucking the guy I'm kicking 'em out." He lied. Dakota nodded, seeming to buy his load of crap.

He breathed a sigh of relief. No harm done right?

Wrong.

"You son of a bitch!" a voice cried. Johnny whipped his head around to look at the top of the stairs. He could see a very angry looking American coming down the steps towards him.

"Shit!" Johnny cursed. "W-wait, Danny! How much did you hear?"

"Enough to know that you're a lying motherfucker!" Danny shouted at him.

Dakota's face twisted into one of disgust once again. "Ew. You were fucking that American trash? How could you do it with a hillbilly that probably gets fucked by his siblings?"

Daniel glared at her. "Shut the hell up you whore. Why don't you go back to that dingy motel you work at and finish cleaning the toilets?"

Dakota opened her mouth, ready to retort, when Daniel turned his killer gaze to Johnny. He pointed at him. "You! Don't you ever talk to me again! Or else, I swear to Christ that I will fucking kill you!"

"Don't say that! Please Daniel!" Johnny pleaded. He took a desperate step towards the Texan. He looked down when he felt something cold and metallic press into his chest. He was now staring at Daniel's gun. He looked back into Daniel's eyes. They were cold and full of hate.

"Ever." he stated before walking out the door. The sound of his truck revving to life was blasted through the air. The sound of the tires squealing as Daniel pulled away seemed to slap Johnny across the face. He sank to his knees, close to tears.

Dakota walked over and patted his back. "Look at it this way. Now no one will interfere with my… I mean our plan!"

Johnny only nodded, to hurt to do anything. "C-could you leave please? Or you could stay in the living room. Or maybe the kitchen," Or maybe in a coffin. "I don't really care. Just… tell me about the plan in the morning ok?" he stood up and slowly walked up the stairs. When he'd reached his room he flopped onto the bed and held the pillow that Daniel had currently been lying on.

He hugged it to his chest as he quietly cried himself to sleep.

Downstairs, Dakota stood in the hallway, not sure what to do. She noticed that the door was still open and tsked before closing the door.

"What a retard. He should really close his door. What if some freak walked in and ripped his heart out?" she wondered aloud as she closed it.

She made her way to the couch and sat down. She smiled as she checked the watch on her wrist once more.

"Tomorrow morning, Alfred F. Jones will be getting quite the phone call," she mumbled. She made herself comfortable in the lengthy chair and closed her eyes, still grinning. "Can't wait to hear the big news."


Alfred stood in the doorway, the velvet box in his hands. His lover was in the living room writing lyrics for the band's next song. Alfred gulped.

What's so damn hard about this anyway? He asked himself. It's just a question. I've asked tons of questions in my life, so what's so fucking hard about this one?! Come on hero! Just freaking ask him! Do it!

Pumped full of adrenaline, Alfred shoved the box into his back pocket. He then walked into the room. "Hey babe!" he called. Arthur turned to look in the direction of the voice and smiled.

"Hello love," he answered back. He gave the American a kiss before retuning his attention to the lyrics.

"What are you doing?" Alfred asked.

"I'm supposed to write a break up/reunited type song, but I'm coming up with a load of nothing." Alfred took the pad from the Brit and read over the lyrics aloud.

"Don't wanna close my eyes… Don't wanna fall asleep… 'Cause I'll miss ya babe…" he handed it back to Arthur. "That sounds good, but it needs a bit more of an 'oomph!' ya know?"

Arthur smiled, glad that he understood where his troubles laid. "I know. It's missing something, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

Alfred wrapped his arm around the Briton's shoulders and squeezed. "I'm sure you'll get it. You can do anything you set your mind too. Ya know that right?"

Arthur gave Alfred a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you, love. You always know what to say."

Alfred smiled back at him. Then he grew serious, his face aflame with worry. "Um… actually… there's something I have to talk to you about."

Arthur set the notepad down onto the cushion beside him and gave the blonde his full attention. "What is it sweetie?"

Alfred gasped once more, growing more and more nervous. "Um… babe. I-I needed to tell you that I…"

Just then the phone rang, interrupting his stuttering session. Alfred sighed with annoyance. He held up one finger to indicate that his conversation with the other person on the line would only take a minute before he picked up the receiver.

Arthur watched Alfred talk in hushed whispers to the person on the phone. He noticed something was wrong when he saw Alfred's facial expression change from nervous, to angry, and then to sad.

Alfred slammed the phone back into its holder, breathing hard. He turned to look at his lover, an apologetic look in his sky blue eyes.

"A-Alfred?" Arthur squeaked.

Alfred said nothing. He only took hold of the Brit's hands. He squeezed them gently before saying the words that Arthur had hoped he would never have to hear again.

"Babe… I-I'm being drafted back into the war."