A/N: You're all angry. I haven't been updating at all, and you guys are just mad. I know it.
Well, here's your chapter, as I haven't updated in, well, forever. Like, almost a year, right? Now, read. It won't be super long, but... just read.
A blush spread across my face as he stood up. I blinked hard, trying to erase the memories of last night. I failed big time as he approached me fully.
"He isn't good enough for you." He muttered and looked down. He only had one of the contacts in, giving him an extremely exotic look in his eyes. I looked at him in surprise and a little bit of fear. What was he saying? "He's going to hurt you." I looked up at him with a furrowed brow.
"Alfred is a perfectly sweet guy! There's no way he'd hurt me!" I said with frustration. I watched his face drop and knew how angry or sad he was. I stared at the floor and swallowed hard. "Why would you care is Alfred was hurting me? It's not like you care about my well being. We've been roommates for a week or two at the most." I said and looked back up. "I'll be moving out of the house."
"What?!"
"Bye." I muttered, angrily and walked out, fast. I pushed past the body guards and almost broke into a run. I wasn't crying, the wind didn't even make my eyes water. I got to the nearest train station quickly and got a ride home, well, to the house Johan owned.
I barged in the front door, walking strait to the bedroom. I grabbed all of the clothing America lent me and stuffed it into my messenger bag.
I barely payed notice to Miffy as I stormed out, running into a certain man as I opened the door.
Before the owner of the house could say a thing, I slipped passed him and ran. I was tempted the run into the ocean and swim, but I didn't want to get my bag wet.
It wasn't long before I got to the center of Amsterdam. I walked through condos and knocked on a door I know that America had.
She opened the door to see me and I noticed a faint sign of panic on her face before she relaxed.
"Hey Ned!" She said, in what I knew was feigning happiness. "Um.. I kinda have a friend over." She chuckled, and I looked at her appearance. Well, she wasn't wearing a shirt, and her short skirt was inside out.
"Oh. Okay. You don't have to tell me anymore." I said, a little weirded out. "I'll be at another friend's house." She nodded and closed the door.
Well, my good friend I knew had a house I could stay in was having sex, and everyone else would be asleep. I sighed and walked near a canal. I was temped to jump in, but refrained and walked on the sidewalk.
Well, how about Alfred's condo. He was bound to be home.
I walked across the empty street, through another part of town. I got lost in the condos multiple times, trying to find the right building.
The complexes were annoying, and it was a while before I walked through and found the right building. The stairs were torture, but I got up to his condo number and knocked, trying to be polite, is he had guests, which was unlikely. Well, unless he was doing what America was doing.
Well, that would really get me angry, as I was his girlfriend.
After about a minute, there was no answer. I knocked again, a little harder. Still no response. The third time, I pounded on the door for almost 30 seconds, but yet again, nothing was there to answer.
I grumbled in frustration and grabbed my phone out of my bag, dialing his number. I was sent strait to voicemail. Did he have his phone off, Or was it out of battery?
I sighed and tried to open to door, and to my surprise, it was completely unlocked.
"Alfred?" I asked in the living room of the quiet condo. No answer. He was out, most likely. I pouted and closed the door behind me, flopping onto the couch.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I was wondering where Al was... and what Johan's deal was with me and him.
My feet found the floor again and I wandered to the kitchen. Nothing appealed to me in the fridge, so I looked around the kitchen more.
Why did this boy have a store bought pie crust in his cupboard..? I shook my head at the question and unwrapped it because, well, why not? Pie crust and butter wasn't bad when you're hungry.
I sat back down on the couch, and turned on the TV. Great. Nothing was on. Well, infomercials it is.
Almost an hour later I laid down on the couch and my eyes drooped down. Sleep closed in around me and I let myself dream.
I sat in my house on the couch. This was my house in my own world, not Johan's house. I was watching TV, with my rabbit next to me. I heard the door open and looked to it.
"Hey!" I said happily, seeing Prussia standing there. "Come on in. I have nothing else to do." He looked back at me with a grim expression.
"Hey." He muttered and sat down in a chair. I knew something was wrong, but what..?
"What's with your solemn attitude, man." I asked, reaching over and punching him in the shoulder softly. He stared up at me.
"Alfred is cheating on you." He said, got up and left. I sat there, confused, staring at the door. That made no sense, really. Alfred would never cheat on me. The thoughts dissipated slowly and that world went black.
My eyes slowly opened to someone hovering over me. I purposely restrained from punching them in the crotch. I looked up and saw Alfred. He looked disheveled and tired.
"Hey.." I said groggily and looked up at him. He smiled and chuckled at me. "Johan was being weird so and booked it. America was having sex, so I couldn't stay there. I'm sorry, but I thought I could stay here.." I muttered and he smiled.
"Yeah, sure, don't worry." He said, smiling.
"Um... and if you don't mind me asking.. um.. where were you last night..?" I asked, still half asleep. He paused for a fraction of a second before answering.
"I was out with Matthew, trying to get him a date." He said, chuckling.
"Okay." I muttered and reached up to hug him. "Thanks for the place to stay, also."
"No problem, sweetie."
