HIYA! THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE NEW ARC! It is extremely gory in some parts so fair warning. It is also very twisted. So no happy fun DenAme for the mean time. It's just because I don't think they're all happy, stupid faces...they deserve to have deeper and more complex emotions shown! (YEAH, I'm just into very round characters)...I hope you bear with me on this one.

The main inspiration for this was how the fandom sees Denmark as somebody who loved mermaids. so I used that here, just a lot darker. another was my friend's relationship. Which braved through their family's disapproval, followed by a lot of arguments, and then finally a third party (not another girl) and the environment.

I just wanted to experiment if i can keep on having ideas to see how stubborn they are against adversities and like no matter what, they won't let each other go! They promised, remember...chapter 10? lolzzzzzzzz.

Also I've been into some dark fics lately. Oh yeah, please don't comment on their OOC-ness. I mean I don't just want them to be goofballs that kept smiling

ENJOY! COMMENT! FOLLOW! FAVORITE! BUT DO PLEASE COMMENT! XD. Oh yeah, let's expand the DenAme community, people!

*Please tell me if it wasn't gory enough! XD

Nyx's Lace:

"I'm telling you the truth, Tei-Tei. I AM NOT LYING!" America was positioned at the doorway. The hall behind him was lit brightly, in contrast to the room they were in that was still dark.

"How can I believe you? And don't call me 'Tei-Tei'…that's not my name! Now tell me why you're acting like an idiot." answered the taller Danish man. He looked at the younger nation before him in anger.

"I told you already, we've been living together for the past two months. We're in a relationship!" said Alfred as he pounded the door in emphasis.

"Like I said before, if I've been in a relationship with you, then I should've remembered it. I don't, so that means it never happened!" Denmark crossed his arms. "You told me everybody knew it, so we asked everyone…not even your brother could answer 'yes'. What's your deal, America?"

"I don't have any ulterior motives…I'm here to get things back on track. Something must've happen when you fell off the cl-" America was cut off when an axe was pointed directly at him.

"I don't remember falling off a cliff…I was here the whole time. If I did I should be dead right now. If I did, why don't I remember limping my broken body back to my house?" the annoyed European stomped on the ground in emphasis. "I only saw you sleeping on my couch this morning…you must've done something to me, right?"

"No…" America looked up with his ocean-blue eyes in obvious pain. The cold eyes before him fidgeted only slightly, the Viking lowered his axe.

"Get out." Ordered Matthias. Alfred turned his back but before he'd leave…he had something that he wanted to say.

"You like it when ham's served cold. Also, you always quadruple check your papers before you give it back to your boss. You like looking at plains and forests. You like watching the sun rise. You like telling stories. You wear glasses when you're at home since you need them to read."

"GET OUT! What are you, a stalker?"

"You hate being alone" America frowned with teary eyes. "You're scared that one day you'll be left alone again, like before. You're scared that you'd fuck up something dear to you. You let Norway cuss you because you feel that no matter what you do…he'd never forgive you. You're afraid of Spain and what he's done to you…what you became because of him. Yo-"

"I'm giving you one last warning. Get. Out." Denmark's hands started to shake. Under his skin…something seemed to crawl. It looked like a giant worm that pulsed like a vein. It must've been a vein…he is extremely pissed-off at the moment.

Alfred ran out as fast as he could, allowing the Dane to drop to his knees in shock.

How did he know so much about him? He knew things that never left the fore-corners of his house. He knew things that he kept locked away. How? How did he know about his fears? Even Norge and Sve didn't know him that well. But somehow a nation, not even half his age, knew him like an open book.

He felt a sharp pain in his head as he remembered the start of this dramatic day.

…

The Dane leaned against the kitchen counter as he sipped his coffee, looking at the sleeping American that was somehow in his Greenland mansion. He had his arms crossed and his left feet swung smugly in front of the other. He had his glasses on as he thought of reasons why Alfred would be here. He patted down his snug grey shirt and maroon sweats.

The younger nation was now grumbling as he groggily woke up. Matthias took off his glasses, since he was ashamed to tell people he needed them. He got another cup of coffee to politely give to his friend.

"Tei-Tei? TEI-TEI!" the American leapt towards him and gave him a tight hug. Since when was he 'Tei-Tei'? He rubbed the younger nation's back, trying to be polite. Suddenly, he pulled away and gave him a smack in the head.

"What the hell was that for, America!?" he rubbed his head comfortingly.

"That's for making me worried. You could've died!"

"Died from what?"

"From falling off the cliff, idiot! Why the hell would you do that anyway? I kept stopping you but you looked like a zombie, just marching to the end!" he crossed his arms.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Matthias asked in a hasty manner.

"You might've had amnesia or something" Alfred started patting down on the messy light blonde hair.

"Or…you were dreaming!" Denmark tensed as he tapped his foot. He tried to be as patient as need to start a war here, diplomacy's for the best.

"Maybe you're right." America smiled, grabbed him by the nape, and kissed him lovingly. The Dane didn't know how to react. Was this a new America greeting?

He pulled away with his eyes in utter shock. "W-why did you kiss me?"

"Why? Aren't I allowed too?" America was now worried, why would he ask something as dumb as that?

"Why would you be allowed to? I'm not your lover!" Denmark tried to push off the crazy American.

"But…You are…" America spaced out, his gaze deep in sadness.

…

The strong nation was lying across his bed, with a hand under his head and the other one gently caressing his lips. The feeling of America's lips were…familiar. Those lips felt like they were meant to be with his…what the fuck was he thinking? The American's crazy was rubbing off on him

He positioned himself to lie on his side as he pushed the damn thought away. He cringed his face…he suddenly guilt…sadness (?)… He could've just talked it over with him. He must've been too hard on him.

"Oh, DAMN IT!" he shouted as he gritted his teeth…he never felt this conflicted before in his life.

"Hungary! You believe me right? We've had crazy sex a lot of times now…you have their videos, right?" nagged America pathetically.

"N-no, Alfred, I don't. I didn't even know you two were dating." Elizaveta cocked her head in confusion, she's supposed to know when somebody hooks up with somebody.

"That's because we're not dating." Interjected the annoyed Dane.

"No! Norway? Nat?"

Lukas just shook his head. Natalia hid behind his boyfriend as she thought long and hard.

"Alfred! Stop it, eh? You're freaking everybody out." Ordered his older Canadian twin.

"Mattie, you gotta believe me!" pleaded Alfred on his knees.

"I can't…I really don't know where all of this is coming from!" Canada knelt down as he patted his brother's taut shoulder. America shrugged it off as he stood heading for the exit.

…

He felt a knife go through his heart and a big baguette stuffed in his throat. How can an awesome couple like them be forgotten? How could that have been all a dream? He'd show them his hickey trail, the trail that Denmark made just a few days ago, if he knew it was something considered as undeniable proof of their relationship.

The Oslo cityscape was absolutely breath-taking that night. The waters reflected the shining moon that had a hint of blue tonight and the lights were reminiscent to that of New York…just a bit less noisy. This would usually catch the American's attention and praise, if he wasn't too busy drunk-flying.

Yeah, Drunk-flying. Plane tickets weren't practical and sea fare looked boring and unawesome.

He'd had too much tonight and he was sure as hell that his Danish apartment was something he'd never consider going to at the moment. So, the next best thing was Lukas's place.

He sloppily flapped his two bright, translucent, golden-brown wings as he tried finding the condo he had out here.

His face was red because of the alcohol and his head felt too woozy to even care about if people saw him up in the sky. Why should he care? He's a thousand meters up the ground…in the clouds.

His droopy amber-eyes were caught by an iron-wrought balcony with bald-eagle busts on both ends. The rods glistened like black diamonds with the soft lights of the moon and the flickering flashes of the cityscape. This was his apartment alright; all he had to do was go down a couple of hundred meters and crash through the glass door.

He couldn't just land on a street and he didn't want to, he'd have to go up the stairs if he did that. He was drunk not stupid. Well, maybe he was crazy…

"I'M NOT CRAZY!" he yelled as he crashed to his glass door before rolling to the floor. He was so drunk that he didn't care that his arms had glass shards sticking out of them. He wasn't crazy…that's all that he got. That's all he had to go on, his memories…his wonderful memories.

"THE CLIFF!" America sat up. All of this happened after they fell off the cliff. It had too. Alfred scrunched his face up as he tried recalling it.

…

"M-matthias!" Alfred shouted as he followed his boyfriend to the cliff. He woke up that night to see his lover gone and the door to his Greenland mansion opened.

But the other nation didn't listen; his hands were relaxed to his side as he walked hastily towards the end of the giant ledge. The American dashed towards him giving him a strong tackle that pinned him to the ground.

"There" he smiled smugly. What's going on?" America's smile faded when his boyfriend did not respond and instead started clawing his way to his destination. America tried dragging him back but even with super-strength; Denmark still managed to get the upper hand.

America's soles were now digging deep on the soil, it burned like hell but he'd be in a lot of trouble if there was one less Nordic in the Nordic five.

"Please stop it! Matthias! MATTHIAS!" Alfred could feel his soles on the edge as he gripped on the Dane's big feet tighter. The Viking was now dangling in mid-air as he trashed about, trying to make America release him.

America looked at his eyes. They were vacant…and dark.

All of the sudden, he too was falling.

Without hesitation, Alfred went into a diving position. Once he passed his lover he opened up his brilliant wings that shined brightly against the darkness of the night and sea. He got his boyfriend by his left feet and started flying upwards.

What the hell was wrong with him all of the sudden? He didn't even give him a reason. He wasn't drunk or under drugs and even if he was, he'd still answer him with grunts or made-up words.

All of the sudden the dark clouds started covering the moon, lightning struck and winds howled wildly. The waves trashed against the rock that it almost crumbled.

The American tried his best to fight the strong gusts of winds, but he tried harder to not let go of the foot he was holding. He dug in so deep that he drew out some blood from the callous feet, leaving a shallow gash on the sensitive skin. He was about to make it through when something pulled him down. His wings were forced to bend and stretch, he felt the light bones of his wings starting to crack. But since he's one of the most stubborn nations, he kept moving forward, out of the death trap of wind and water.

Suddenly a flash of light struck the ground, missing them by only a few feet. Alfred was pulled back again while he was in the state of surprise, this time everything went black as he looked at his lover's expressionless face one last time.

…

America started doubting himself as he forced his palms against his eyes. If they fell off a cliff, why did he wake up on a sofa the next day? Without even a scratch. Everything just didn't add up.

The drunken young man covered his face with his hands as tears started to flow. He felt like an idiot to believe that the world wanted him to be happy. There's only one explanation to this…and he has to accept it no matter how much it hurts.

He got drunk and made two months worth of memories while he passed out. Maybe the hickeys came from someone else. Maybe they weren't even hickeys.

That life must've all been a dream. What else was there to support his insane claim? Why would Denmark love him anyway? He isn't really the most likeable guy out there. He should've known from the start…it was too perfect. Everything was just made by his brain to satisfy him… he couldn't get the real thing. How unawesome for him to do that to himself!

"Keep tellin' yourself that, ya know yer lying" said an all too familiar voice. America opened his still amber eyes as it clashed with icy-blue. His beloved Dane was leaning against the door with a smug smile. 'Tei-Tei?'

"Don't tell me, yer gonna give up now?" he's gaze was then directed to his bed. The Dane had his feet on top of the head rest and his neck and back arched to meet the confused eyes of Alfred.

"Eyes up here, kærlighed" America looked up to see his lover straddling him. He could almost see the ceiling through the man. His whole body was made of thick air; his silhouette was like a body of fire being blown by the strong gusts of wind.

"You're just a dream…Get out of my head!" America pushed him off as he tucked his feet in and folded his wings in front of his body, not wanting to see the ethereal presence anymore.

"Aw, come on. This isn't the Alfred I fell in love with it!" The obvious imaginary figure pouted as he moved in closer.

"You never really loved me in the first place; you were just my damned fantasy. Spare me the torture and go away!" Alfred turned around, facing the wall. "Let me wallow in my misery!"

"Can't." he smiled softly "All of it was real" the semi-solid hands gently pushed the wings down, trying to coax the young man out of his self-imposed exile.

The powerhouse snorted. "How can I believe that if not even my brother remembers a thing!" his eyes were threatening to cry.

The spirit frowned softly and moved closer giving the distraught nation a firm hug from the back, effectively folding the pair of extra limbs. "Ya know I hate it when yer sad like that"

"P-please just leave me alone. Nothing was real; I was just so lonely that I made everything up. Every single moment we shared was just an illusion, like you…you're just making it harder for me to move on." The young man stiffened his arms and looked down; he wasn't really going to move on.

"Kærlighed…remember that one time." His airy fingers touched the hickey that was on America's neck. "I told you…that the only thing I love eating more than a bagel…"

"…was me" America answered softly. 'Was'…it never really happened in real life, but it did happen in his dreams. A dream that was over.

"Right. Who else is gonna give ya an awesome hickey trail like this?" he hugged tighter as one hand trailed from his neck down to his belt.

"SHUT UP! I got them from a random whore in a random strip club!" Alfred pushed him away and covered his ears as he shielded his view with the extra pair of feathered limbs he had.

"…I know you noticed something when I got angry at you." The young nation felt the airy hand touch him again.

"Y-yeah, you were so angry that a vein popped!" he folded his wings back and took a look at the illusion behind him.

"Not a popped vein, I wasn't that angry" Matthias had his hands on his hips. "…It's a parasite" the imaginary Dane folded his arms and gave a serious, contemplating look.

"P-parasite?" the winged nation rubbed his chin with his wings flat on the floor. He was about to ask what he meant but he was only greeted by emptiness. A gust of wind urged him to look at his balcony.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" he got up and walked towards the balcony, not even feeling the broken glass he was stepping on.

The Dane, standing on the rail of the balcony, looked back and smiled. "Oh, I'm gonna do a Mary Poppin's. You know with an axe instead of an umbrella." He smirked. He looked down and gave a serene and calming smile.

"I know a lot of people nowadays don't believe that the heart has anything to do with love or all those cheesy stuff. Everybody thinks it's the brain doing all the work." A small gust of wind went between the two. It was cool and refreshing…almost comforting, it was anything but cold and unwelcoming.

"But it's a funny organ. Even if my brain forgot someone as damn important in my life as you …don't ya worry about my heart. It'll know who ya are, min Kærlighed!" he gave a small wink before jumping off.

"TEI-TEI!" America looked down only to see the flashy streets commonly seen in a normal night in Oslo. He smacked his face hard…he was crazy. It was all just a damned day-dream that was made by his brain to help him cope.

He turned back to finally sleep it off when a picture fluttered with the wind onto his bed. America looked and flipped it to see what it was.

America's eyes widened. It couldn't be. He tugged his hair and punched himself hard. IT COULD NOT BE!

It was a picture from Sve's party just a few days ago. America was grinning with his eyes closed. He wore his military side cap that day, with his collared cream shirt, his other bomber jacket, khaki pants, and calf-high boots. His face had frosting and pieces of cake covering his beautiful face.

But there was someone else in the picture. His huge arm was swung over his shoulder. He wore a rolled up light red collared shirt and faded jeans. His thick forearms had less scars than before. His other hand had a handful of cake and icing. His hair was light blonde but had a clump of cream stuck on his side. His icy-blues were closed shut and his soft yet masculine lips were pressed against America's cheeks.

Alfred bit his lips as tears threatened to flow. It was their picture that night, the night when Sweden had a huge party and an even huger food fight.

…

"Hey, Al, look out!" Denmark yanked America down. He got his face hit with a large cake-ball, courtesy of Russia. Alfred tugged his hand away from his love and got a handful of Lemon meringue pie. He had an angry scowl on him. No one does that to his Tei-Tei.

"Very funny, Russia!" America was magically beside Russia. The younger nation gave him a sweet smile. Ivan tensed and gave out a nervous laugh.

"Oh…h-hello, Fredka!" he tried swallowing a big lump on his throat.

"I have something for you!" Alfred smeared cream cheese frosting and lemon curd unto the pale Russian face. Russia started laughing as well as the American.

"Hey, Kærlighed~" the young nation felt a tap on his broad shoulders. He turned around.

"Yeah, Tei-T-" his face was met with banana cream pie. He heard his Dane's loud laugh. He got up and smacked some chocolate fudge brownies on his light blonde head. Matthias pouted and swung his big arm around his shorter lover's shoulder. Both were laughing like hyenas as the baked goods war continued.

They stopped and stared at each other's blue eyes and the world seemed to stop. Their deep blue eyes glistened through the frosting. Their hearts were the only sound they heard. Alfred's chin rested on Matthias's fingers.

They always got lost in each other's eyes. Always.

"Smile for the camera!" Lukas said flatly, snapping them out of their tiny world. They both turned around and gave big smiles but the taller one decided that a small kiss was in order.

*FLASH*

…

"I'm not crazy after all!" America immediately fell back to his bed with a small smile.

"Lu…are you coming to bed?" asked the Belarusian girl with her long platinum blonde hair tied back. She wore a pink baby doll shirt over a pair of comfortable sleeping shorts.

The Norwegian man smiled softly. "Just give me a sec…I don't know why but I wanted to look at the pictures we took at Sve's party."

"Oh? I wanna see them too." She skipped closer as she looked at the pile of newly developed photos. Call them old fashion…but they had a thing for scrap-booking.

"Remember this one?" Lukas gave his girlfriend a picture. She smiled.

"Yeah. France and England were fighting over their best sides." She giggled.

France kept telling England that his right side looked better but Arthur remained adamant that his left side was better. They fought the same thing over France's face.

"How 'bout this one?" Belarus handed out another one. She had a big mischievous smile on.

Lukas blushed "H-how could I forget?" he could feel his heart beat nervously and his pajamas, a bit tighter.

Natalia had her legs wrapped around Lukas's waist and her mouth was glued on his right ear.

"N-Nat…How about…this one?" the Norwegian's face looked…scared. It was as if he'd seen a ghost. Wait, Lukas wasn't afraid of ghosts, but nonetheless.

Natalia thought twice before looking at the picture. "Lu…I-I've seen scarier things than that…don't try to creep me out!" Lukas shook his head. "O-okay." She brought her hand out and got the picture.

The Belarusian's eyes went wide and her heart stopped beating for about two seconds. She felt woozy all of the sudden. She caught herself before she could fall.

"H-he wasn't lying." She covered her mouth.

"It seems so…" Lukas fell silent as he looked at that one picture that fell to the ground.

"But why don't w-"

"I don't know either…I really don't know."

That picture was forever scorched into their minds. Did a part of their brains get ripped out? Did everybody's brain lose a chunk?

The picture.

The picture of America and Denmark together.

Obviously sober.

Obviously more than friends.

Obviously in love.

Their lips crashed together as the older one's hands made their way onto the taut, narrow waist of the younger American. The younger blonde was pressed tightly against the strong and much built torso of the Viking with his arms draped over the other's neck. All the while icing, ice cream, pie, and cake were being thrown from both sides.

"What're we gonna do now, Lu?" the beautiful girl kept her eyes on the discarded photo.

"We have to tell everybody…something happened to us and only Alfred has any clues as to what" Lukas picked up the single piece of paper that might ruin the world or fix it, well in some aspects.

"Any guesses?" Natalia asked swallowing a lump on her throat.

"Only one. But, you have to get the answer out of me." Lukas teased as he unbuttoned his top, showing his respectfully defined body. He could've been bigger if he wasn't under darkness for four hundred years.

"Is that it? I'll get it out of you in a minute flat." She waved her boyfriends challenge and slipped off her bra strap slowly. She straddled him and kissed his collar bone while her hands started fondling the taut chest under her. She moaned loudly as something cupped her plump milk cans.

"You're…C- cheating" she yelped between throaty moans. This made the Norwegian press on them harder. He loved that beautiful voice. He put his moist mouth on the special pink nub that just made her go wild.

"You started it!" Lukas snickered softly, bringing her closer to his body. He suddenly jumped up as he heard a strong slap on the floor. He smiled darkly, this was going to be a wild night.

"Well, I'm gonna play it…dirtier." She placed a gag ball on his lover's mouth. Next were hand cuffs. And then she brought forth her sticky whip, the whip that Lukas too enjoyed.

They can worry about it in the morning.

…

It was Wild Wednesday after all.

Matthias was getting even more confused. He had his back against the head rest of his very large and soft bed. It was as if it was made for two…he remembered making it just a week ago…but for what? Or better yet, for whom?

He had his legs close to his body with his arms wrapped around them. His forehead was resting on his knees, obscuring the view of his face.

The only light source came from the hall since the room was still under complete darkness.

His mind needed answers more than he needed oxygen. He kept recalling all the memories he had from the past eons. He remembered everything in vivid detail but when he started recalling the years after 1867, about half didn't make sense.

He remembered America helping him out with the Danish West Indies problem but it was as if he was missing some crucial piece of information.

He remembered holding a bouquet and crutches while he limped against a celebrating American crowd in a post-World War II street. But he didn't understand why he'd do that.

He remembered Netherlands trying to have sex with him in the bathroom. But he couldn't remember the reason why he stopped him.

Other memories didn't fare any better. He couldn't figure out why he did them, how it happened, who he did it for. He forgot the emotional aspect of each fragment. He couldn't decipher the reasons behind every action.

When you go back starting at about two months ago, literally everything was blank. All he remembered was waking up and…blank. He could feel a hand grab his waist, his neck, and his face at times. He could also feel his hands touch the same things on a different person. He recalled cooking breakfast or reading the newspaper but it always ended up the same way. Nothing.

But one thing was for sure…all his precious memories…the memories that must've been that important had something to do with Alfred.

He didn't want to believe what the American said, but it did calm him down when he started thinking about it. What is so bad with the American, anyway? He might be a brat…but he always tries to mean good to others. Plus…he looks cute.

Denmark thought about it for awhile. He flipped to his chiseled stomach and screamed loudly against his pillow. What was wrong with him? What the fuck was he thinking? They wouldn't work well together…with America being such a doofus and all.

He felt something tug on his heart when the thought of Alfred being dumb cross his mind. What the hell's wrong with me?

He turned his head to his side and saw his phone neatly resting on the other pillow beside him. Again, why is this bed suddenly made for two? He kept resisting the urge to look through his phone even though it might have the answers to everything.

He kept looking at the phone, hugging his pillow tighter while his head rested on the fluffy mattress. Call him unawesome, fair warning he'd kill you if you did, but he was scared.

Why are ya afraid to take a look?

He had the answer.

He was afraid that he wouldn't get the answer he hoped for (*ahem* he was hoping that America and him really were in a relationship) or maybe he might've ruined something awesome (*ahem* maybe America was depressed and according to rumors, he's suicidal).

That's how he did things…no matter how hard he tried he always seemed to ruin everything in the end.

He lost everybody when he used his head and he lost himself when he used his heart. Both always lead to a dead-end.

"Jeg er pisse ligeglad!" he tossed his pillow and fumbled to get to his phone. He bit on his thumb with the other pillow in a tight embrace. He just needed to know, he didn't care if it really turned out that America was lying or at least that was what he kept telling himself.

He took a deep breath as he tried to keep his face straight. He was gonna do it, he just has to press the only button in his Iphone. The lone button. He closed his eyes and pressed on it bravely.

He felt the light coming from the device through his closed eyes. He peeped one open in caution and opened the other one. He shakily looked down and gave an annoyed sigh. He fell back to bed.

The lock screen was just his awesome flag. He loved his country and all, but he couldn't help but feel disappointed. He swiped the screen and closed his eyes again. But this time when he opened his eyes…he couldn't stop staring. He got up and he felt his heart pound hard. Blood pulsed painfully throughout his body.

His home screen was him and Alfred in a small kiss. They seemed to be shirtless and lying on the couch. It kinda looked like a selfie but both weren't looking. His big arm was holding the phone while the other one was under Alfred's neck. Alfred's hands were pressed against his chest and their toned midsections were stuck together.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

He tried formulating an answer…he must've been drunk or something then he kissed America, that would totally make sense. America misunderstood everything. Yeah, that sounds about right.

But he did feel an itch in his heart. It wasn't going to let him believe that.

They were lying on a couch and by the lighting of it, it was morning.

Totally not his drinking schedule.

He had to see more. He opened his photo library.

He blushed bright red with every picture that popped up in his photo library. As we went deeper the more he realized how serious his relationship with Alfred was. But how could he forget everything in just one night? How did Alfred just suddenly disappear from his life?

Call him stupid but he had to make things right. He got out of his bed with intent to straighten things out. He just had to talk to Alfred, wherever he is. He had to apologize. He had to get his life and memories back.

He headed out of the dark room and into the illuminated hall. He walked briskly while his mind formulated ways to approach his forgotten lover, who he kicked out. He felt so guilty, America was right all along. Although he was pretty dumbfounded that he didn't even bother to show him some photos of them together, maybe he was just living in the moment.

'Oh no you don't'

Matthias's body stopped moving, his own legs started heading back to his room. He clawed his scalp as he felt knives go through his brain. He couldn't scream. His mouth was shut tight.

Something large crawled painfully under his skin. He felt his skin being ripped apart. But he had to go now, he was determined to get things right. He trekked back fighting the control something had over his body.

Suddenly the lights went out and as he forced his way down the stairs, fog started circling the windows and the floor. A shadowed figure came bursting through the door. Her lithe and slender frame was vivacious. Her skin was sickly pale, almost grey. Her hair was long and black. Her clothes were white, loose, and soggy. Her whole form was wet and pitiful.

She strolled closer to the big Dane who was stuck in place. He gave out a heated glare. Her cold hands cupped Matthias's cheeks. Her skin felt like that of a frog's…slimy and unnervingly smooth.

"You are mine…forever!" she stood on her toes and whispered in a cold voice. Her breath reeked of death and rotten fish.

"N-nej!" the erect Dane answered with his teeth shut. He knew what she was…and he felt stupid that he didn't notice it before it was too late. All the signs pointed to it.

'I guess it's true that you'll never see them coming, damned bitch!'

She giggled softly as she inspected the Dane. Her hands crawled from his back to his strong chest. The Dane gave an annoyed groan.

"komme væk fra mig, dæmon!" she clenched his frozen fist.

She paid him no attention and opened her mouth to sing.

Come now my Viking lover,

Stop seeking what is gone~

The Viking's will to fight was instantly gone as he relaxed in his position. His eyes were lifeless and his mouth was straight as the vixen took off his shirt, savoring the process. She caressed every inch of hard sinews as the cloth slowly dropped to the floor.

Your soul is mine forever

From dusk until the Dawn~

She caressed every scar that was littered on his beautiful canvas of a body. She stuck one of her long and sharp nails to his sides making the tall man jerk quietly. She felt the red fluid drip from his sides. A new scar was formed and she'd make sure it'll be the last scar he'd be walking away from.

You need not be weary

Of the lover you have lost~

The webbed hand was pressed against the warm heart of Matthias. She was annoyed with his heart…it made her job harder when her victim has found love. But this just made the process more enjoyable. She clenched it into a small ball as she felt her powers take effect.

Your soul is mine forever

And that will be the only cost~

She unhinged her jaws to a full 180, revealing her needle like fangs. She bit on the Dane's neck, eliciting another restrained jerk. She tasted the confusion of the man, the sadness he had, but more importantly the happiness he lost. That's what she loved: the anguish of others.

It was in a deep state of sorrow, his heart. It broke when his mind forgot, when the world forgot...the special tie between him and Alfred. It was revived when there was a glimmer of hope, a hope to get its owner's lover back. But like the bitch she was, it was her duty to make the pumping organ crumble like a cookie.

Come to my web of Darkness

Let me eat your fears away~

She loved the blood, the essence of those who suffered. But she had to make more anguish in their hearts, nothing made her happier. She clenched her free hand making her parasitic accomplish tense under the pale skin of Denmark. The parasite searched deeper in the Dane's thought twisting his nightmares into hell itself.

In his mind everything was just 'Kill. Kill. Kill.' He grabbed his axe as he looked at his reflection. He had a big grin, bigger than what he usually had on, with knife like teeth. His eyes were macabre, as if everything was twisted.

He turned his body and looked at the black and red conference hall. All of the nations looked in fear. He laughed and chopped the whole east of Asia into minced meat. No one could step him.

Next was the wonderful continent of Europe.

Let me take you deep in anguish

Let your happiness go astray~

Matthias was losing a lot of blood but his eyes merely flinched.

He was deep in darkness.

Fire was everywhere, so were screams and wails. His brothers hid from him, the monster inside him. He chased them in unimaginable speed and killed them one by one with his hands.

Norway lost his right arm. Sweden had a gash on his throat. Finland lost his intestines. Iceland was split into two.

He kept on laughing but his eyes started to water, he wanted to stop but he couldn't. This was what he was.

He was a lost cause. Not even an eternity in hell could repay his sins.

He has killed everyone. Every one that was dear to him.

But there was one he couldn't kill.

Forget the love you once had

Your heart needs not to love~

The girl dug her claws deeper into the man's toned side. He was starting to fight back.

The monster stopped and looked at the figure before him. His eyes were full of hate and glowed like blue flames. He had wings that contrasted the twisted scene of blood and gore.

"You're nothing but a monster!"

"I-I'm not! N-nej! Nej!" Matthias shouted. He backed away, covering his ears.

"You are…you killed everybody. They were right. 'King' my ass, you're pathetic." The winged figure gave a toothy grin.

"NO!" the Viking pushed his clawed hands to the other's heart. He felt the organ relax and contract. He didn't want to…

But he did, he pulled out the still beating heart out of its cavity. He tossed it to the side, completely disgusted.

He curled up to the side of the room, rocking back and forth. He was long gone.

He was now looking at the dead body of the one he loved most dearly. His eyes were staring off the distance as blood dripped from the sky. The strong nation wept…the most potent tear that slipped from his cheek was for the dead American.

Everything went black. The last thing he heard was 'Fight it.'

For once I yank your heart out

You'll be in heaven…like a dove~

She released the Dane from his torture and waved him off to sleep. This was going too soon, she had to keep the body fresh enough for the final act, the final act where more people would cry in anguish for a lost friend, brother, and lover. If not, she could still digest the anguish of the man's soul once he passed.

The anguish of not being loved.

The anguish of being alone.

This was all going to be good.

She exited the Mansion and closed the wide doors. The fog cleared and the lights went back on. Matthias fell on his stomach. His face was paler than usual due to the loss of blood that was still dripping from his neck and his side. He had dark circles forming under his eyes. His eyes strained to open but ultimately closed shut.

Even though he could've been left for dead, he only kept whispering

'Min kærlighed'

HIYA! I told you it was a bit gory.

Anyway the song the Nyx sang has the tune of "My Jolly Sailor Bold!" please hear it out.

I hope you don't get fazed by the sudden darkness.

The main antagonist of the two joint arcs, this one and the next, will be revealed in the latter. however, I did give you all a teaser in chapter 9. Maybe you already know.

NorBela was just so random! XD