Whoo! Back again!

All right, guys. I encourage you to check out my new story, too. Deadly Games. It centers around Arthur in that one, and its probably going to be more horror than this one turned out. Not all this sad crap...

Let me know what you think on that one!

Anyway, disclaimer time!

Disclaimer-I don't own Hetalia! ='[

Arthur had met up with Dr. Thompson at the hospital after hearing the grave news. He pleaded with the man to have him change his mind, but it was in vain.

The elder man made it clear the decision had not been made by him. He had even tried to convince the police otherwise, and that he would make sure Alfred was put into seclusion. A room where he would be allowed no visitors (so, in all honestly, probably no better for Arthur's cause.) and would be sedated constantly. At least until they could figure out what was wrong with him.

The British man's only other choice was to meet with the police chief in charge of the decision.

But he found after over an hour of arguing, they would not budge. Was there really no hope for Alfred? Was he really just going to be put to death, while Arthur just watched on the sidelines completely helpless?

No. He wouldn't allow it. He would find a way to save his younger brother. Even if it meant somehow taking his place. But first, he needed to inform the rest of the group of what had happened.

...

His emerald eyes searched the other four's awaiting faces from across his expansive dining room table.

Kiku, and Ludwig had already asked the reasoning for being brought here, and he could tell Gilbert was getting ready to ask the same question once more.

Damn, this was getting harder than he thought. Every time he would try to open his mouth to speak, he would find he was still at a loss for words. How do you tell somebody that someone they care deeply for is going to die as a cause of your own selfish actions?

"Arthur, what the hell is going on?" Yep. Just like he had expected, Gilbert's impatient tone had disturbed the quiet atmosphere.

He could feel as his gaze fell to the table. It was now or never, and he was unwilling to look them in the eyes when he tore their hearts from their chests. "Alfred's...been put on death row..." Hot tears stung at his eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks as he muttered the words.

Silence.

Had they heard him? Maybe he should repeat himself?

He was just beginning to open his mouth to explain the situation again, until Ludwig interrupted him. "What? What did you just say?"

Using his fork, Arthur pushed the food around on his plate, trying to keep himself from looking upwards. "I believe you heard me correctly. Alfred's been scheduled to be put to...death..." His vision blurred even further at the promise of tears. Now he could barely make out the strips of cod on his plate.

"When the fuck did this happen?" Of course Gilbert would be the next to chime in.

"I found out yesterday..."

Kiku, usually emotionally collected at all times, even sounded shaky when he asked, "Why did this happen? What did Alfred do to cause this?"

That's right. He had almost forgotten he hadn't told them about the incident concerning Dantos. He had been too busy attempting to bury his awful past, he had been unwilling to bring the story up. Not to mention the fact he was still scarred from watching someone die right before his eyes.

"The demon killed Priest Dantos during an exorcism." No need to go into detail. That would be enough to satisfy their God-awful questions of that horrific day.

There was a slight gasp, and Arthur finally looked up. He was shocked to find it had come from Ivan. The Russian's usually amused expression had been replaced by one of disturbance.

"So what the hell? Are we gonna go bust him out, or not?" Gilbert yelled after taking another gulp of his beer.

Arthur just shrugged. "I have no clue how we could even manage that. He's heavily guarded."

"How long before he's scheduled?" Came Ivan's broken English.

"Two weeks."

A grin crept across the pale Russian's lips as he stated, "That's enough time."

...

Alfred sat alone in his cell. This was torture. He never thought he'd long to be in the hospital again until now. At least there he had a bed to lay in...all the time...

Now here he sat in the cold, dank cell on probably the hardest bench in history. He shifted uncomfortably on the wooden structure, causing the cuffs binding his hands together to clink.

His eyes danced over to find the calendar pinned to the wall. The one thing he was allowed to have, and it cruelly mocked him, counting down the days to his demise. However, the date was bittersweet to him. Sure, he would die, leave behind all his friends and students. But at the same time, he would finally be rid of this mental leech.

Even now he could hear the demon chanting something in another language, and he was glad it was unfamiliar to him.

The blonde rested his head against the wall of the cell as he shut his eyes. He was saddened to know the only possible time he would ever get to see his friends again, would be at his lethal injection. At this thought, a single tear rolled down his cheek. That would be the last time he'd get to speak to them.

'Oh, don't worry. I'll keep watch over your friends when you're dead.'

Alfred shut his eyes tighter. Dumbass demon wouldn't let him have any peace.

'Just leave me alone...you've already won. I'm goint to die soon, so just let me have my last days to myself.' He thought back.

'Hahaha! You arrogant human! Do you really think you're the only one I'm after? How have you not understood that I plan on going after your friends after you've died?'

Alfred's eyes shot open, widening slightly. Of course he had heard that threat, but he had been sure it was just that-an empty threat. He had never taken the demon seriously.

That had proved to be a crucial mistake...

Okay...I think that by far is the most depressing chapter I've written on this story...=[

Poor Alfred. You're too adorable to be in prison!

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