He stayed in the stall for a little while before flushing the toilet and come out he looked in the mirror and resisted breaking it. His complexion was pale. Pale as anyone could get. His eyes were a cloudy, destroyed blue now. No longer full of childlike joy and happiness. Empty. That's the word for what he was. Empty. His stomach clenched again and his head exploded in pain. He grabbed the sink and closed his eyes tightly. That episode soon ended and he heard a soft laugh next to him.

"I see you're going great, eh, Hero?" Matthew. Alfred wondered how long his brother had been standing there.

"What do you want, Mattie?" He said coldly.

"That's no way to treat family, eh." He said, smirking. Alfred wished to kill him.

"Oh, so stripping them of their country status and ruining them is?" He growled back. Matthew made a disappointed sound with his tongue.

"All is fair in love and war, Alfred."

"Yeah, and all is fair in being fucking crazy and mental too but you don't see everyone else doing that." Matthew looked around.

"I only see you here." Matthew grinned crazily. "And Ivan seems pretty good at doing it too." Alfred snorted.

"He never destroyed Belarus or Ukraine after they broke from the USSR. Never took away their country status." Alfred said. "He might be crazy, but he still has a little sense of right and wrong." Matthew laughed.

"Ivan? Having a sense of right and wrong? Did Arthur smack you around a little too hard, Alfred?" Alfred glared at him.

"Eat dirt." He growled. Matthew laughed.

"Someone needs to teach you some manners, brother." The Canadian stepped up to him. He stepped back into the sink and starred into his brother's eyes, wide eyed.

"Matthew… Stop…" He said weakly. His brother grabbed his head and forced him to his knees. He realized he had shrunk some, so his brother was able to kneel down beside him.

"And if Arthur won't," He ignored Alfred's multiple pleads for him to stop. "I will." He dug two fingers into his right eye. Alfred screamed out and Matthew dug his fingers in deeper. He stifled his screams and tried to pull away, blood running down his face like tears. Matthew dug his fingers in further and twisted them around. Soon enough, he pulled his fingers away and let Alfred drop. The American didn't even touch his eye, but looked to Matthew. His brother held one contact in his hand. From the eye he messed up… Matthew laughed and threw the contact and stepped on it, walking out of the room. Alfred stayed for a second before getting up and looking into the mirror. His had a hole where his eye was. His other eye was cloudy still. Just as he had seen them both minutes before. He sighed and put his hand over his eye. He cleaned up the bloody mess on the floor and walked out of the room, back into the meeting room.

Most nations were still out; fore they had taken a break right before lunch. France and Britain were still there. France pointed to Alfred as he walked in, Britain turned to him quickly, hitting him before Alfred could even say anything, before Arthur saw anything.

"I called for you to stop, Alfred." Arthur said angrily.

"I'm sorry, Arthur. It won't happen again." He said slowly. Arthur looked at him and Alfred cupped his hand over his eye harder, willing the blood to stay back between his fingers. He could smell the blood from his eye.

"Alfred, what happened to your eye?" Francis asked softly. Alfred shrugged.

"Mercy." He looked to Arthur and he nodded slowly. He grabbed Alfred's hand and slowly brought it away from his almost took a step back.

"I haven't seen anything this bad since you were a pirate, Arthur." France said simply. Arthur nodded.

"We only did this to people we had attacked who wouldn't cooperate…" He whispered. Alfred looked at him, the blood intoxicating him.

"Matthew suddenly saw it fit to teach me some manners." He said. He wanted to put his hand back over his eye. The air hurt. Arthur nodded and turned back to France, continuing a conversation with him. Alfred walked over to the window and looked out it, putting his hand back over his eye. He didn't want to see the bloody, black hole that was his eye. He barely wanted to see himself. He continued to look out the window, wondering how long he had.

The meeting was going to start soon. Alfred had learned long time ago what time meetings started, how long break times were, and how long lunch was. It was almost time for the nations to come back into the room. Alfred felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see France.

"Here, put this on." The Frenchman held out an eye patch. "Your hand will get tired after a while." Alfred nodded and removed his hand, putting the black eye patch on. He used the back of his hand to take off the blood track down his cheek.

"Thanks, Francis." He said slowly. France nodded and walked back across the room to talk to Arthur. Alfred looked at himself in the window. The black of the patch matched that of the eye under. He continued until he heard his brother's laugh. He turned to see that the meeting had started. Matthew seemed to have caught a glance at him; he must have looked hilarious with an eye patch.

((I am so, so sorry... I... It was needed...))

((She had her friend read it, and the poor girl almost got sick.))

((Yeah... If she's reading this, and if you did the same, I am actually really sorry! *Curls in a corner.* I need to be destroyed.))

((Do you notice something though. Always, she always has something bad happen to an eye in these two bad stories she's written...))

((Yup. Well, I'll stop talking and you can go onto the next chapter!... Please don't hurt me...))