Alfred F. Jones
Montreal, Quebec
October 27, 2163
I knocked on the door that connected our two rooms, "Yo, Iggy! Can I come in?" I asked through the door.
"Um... Alfred, now's not the best time, I'm kind of busy at the moment; maybe in a few minutes," I counted the seconds until he yelled at me over calling him Iggy. He didn't get mad, though...
My eyebrows messed together as I tried to remember the last time England hadn't gotten mad at me over calling him something that wasn't his name. My eyes widened as I realized that it had been way back when I was still an english colony!
I turned the knob silently and opened the door. I needed to talk to him. We hadn't talked in a long, long time. Even if he was totally naked (I blushed a dark maroon), it was nothing that I hadn't seen before; he'd been bathing in the waterfall when mother almost killed him and she hadn't been able to find his clothes so when I first saw him, he was totally naked, anyway.
"England, I need to talk to you-," I began. I couldn't finish, the words caught in my throat when I saw him. He was so thin, almost nothing but skin and bones, and his back was covered in scars that were barely lighter than his skin. "England!" I shouted, my eyes wide(r than they were before).
He froze and his voice was cold, "Get out."
"No!" I shouted, "Wha- What the hell is going on here?"
He turned and glared at me, his eyes somehow burning and cold as ice at the same time, "I told you to leave, you bleeding yankee idiot."
"England, How long has this been going on?"
He sighed, "I must say that I really don't know..." He closed his eyes, a ghost of his usual sarcastic smirk playing across his pale face, "So, you're gonna risk a painful gristly death rather than leave?"
I paled, "You wouldn't seriously kill me... would you? I mean, I'm your favorite colony..."
"You're sadly mistaken. I prefer Canada over you, below him is Brittany, below her is Alaska, below him is Australia, and Illinois is below him. You aren't even in the top five."
"W-What? You mean you actually would kill me?"
He laughed softly and his smirk spread, "Maybe I will... or Maybe I won't..." He opened his eyes, "You never did answer the question, Alfred-Love... would you rather die a painfully gristly death or leave me in peace?"
I thought for a moment and then I grinned, I think that I'll risk that death, Iggy."