WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! This is probably the longest thing I've ever wrote! 4,923 words WITHOUT the author's note! Okay, I guess all I really need to say is that yeah just like the 2P Axis, Allies and a few of the others I just used the 2P Belarus that everyone uses, design and all. I made her personality kindda like 1P Italy though and she likes her older siblings but is scared of them at the same time. Also to clear up confusion in last chapter, yes I know Northern Ireland's a boy but I prefer England having a little sister. I also read a fanfiction once when Northern Ireland was a girl rather than a boy and I think it works better. Another thing is that my head canon for England is that he keeps people at an arm's length as he was hated for being a powerful empire but when he tried to be nice and open up and raise colonies they all just betrayed him and became independent.

I think that's everything that needs explaining.

Warnings:Language, OOCness, a bit of blood and violence as well as a few sexual suggestions and ero zone eyebrows. Nothing M rated though!

ENJOY!

"So this is the honeymoon suite…" Alfie looked at the dimly lit room with blood red walls and a thick carpet. Only candles protected the room from complete darkness. A large king sized bed stood proudly in the middle of the room. Four poster containing mountains of rich red and gold silk and velvet sheet as well as goose feather pillows. Perfect for a good night's sleep.

Not like we will be doing any sleeping, the 2P thought as he gazed hungrily at the bed. The thought of Arthur lying there along side him, breathing heavily and covered in sweat, made the eight hour wait until he could make it a reality unbearable. The girl next to him, who was wearing a pink dress topped with a white apron and had a white bow in her hair shuffled her feet nervously.

"So, um… It is up to your standards?" Alfie smiled.

"It exceeds them, Natasha." The Belarusian girl beamed.

"T-Thank you… Is there anything else you need?" Her superior shook his head.

"No, not now. You may be dismissed until further notice." Natasha nodded before making hr way to the door before Alfie remembered something.

"Is your bedroom door still intact?" 2P Belarus stopped.

"Um…Yes. All six hundred and fifty two locks were still working last time I checked." Alfie let out an agitated "tch!"

"I was hoping for a reason to beat up your brother. Sure, tormenting Evan for no reason is fun but still…" Natasha squirmed at the thought of her brother being harmed so violently. Alfie sighed.

"Fine, your done for now. Return to your room and await further orders."

"Y-Yes, sir." Natasha bowed.

"Oh, and Natasha?"

"Y-yes?"

"Ask Lillian if you can borrow one of her guns on your way up in case he tries anything funny at the wedding. His pain will make things more…Enjoyable." The second player Belarusian laughed along with her master, however hers was more of a nervous chuckle before she bolted out of the door, leaving Alfie to his own thoughts. He walked over to the bed and sat down, playing with the end of a piece silk.

To think that tonight I can finally have you after so long… Hold you… Kiss you… Tell you I love you…

Flash back: The first day of themulti-nation conference

Alfie let out an irritated sigh as his counterpart yelled at him from the other end of the phone.

"I mean it, dude. You better not be planning anything strange with your cronies or I will kick all of your sorry little butts." The 2P sighed.

"Do you really think I will do something to make your life so hellish?"

"Well after you got that psycho Brit to send us a batch of cupcakes which landed Sealand, Wy and Italy in the hospital, yes!" Alfie had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing upon reminder of that little incident. He had to owe it to Oliver, he wasn't entirely useless after all! America continued to yell down the phone.

"I mean it, Alfie! Quit targeting innocent nations! Germany and Australia couldn't sleep for weeks due to their endless worrying over Italy and Wy. Iggy burst into tears over Peter for god's sake!"

"Ah, yes. "Iggy's" involved, is he?" Alfie raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with face innocence. He knew how special Iggy, or England as he found out was the man's real name, was to his double. Alfie wondered just how much pain Alfred would face if a certain Brit just so happened to fall into his clutches…

Alfred must have read the other's mind as the voice at the other end suddenly grew cold.

"I know what you're thinking and I don't like it. Don't you dare touch Arthur. Don't talk to him, look at him. Heck, don't even breathe the same air as him. I mean it, Alfie. Alfie!?"

The said 2P hung up and smirked.

"Since when have I done anything you've told me to, me?"

During the following days of the conference, Alfie spent every little scrap of spare time to spy on Arthur. Cackling to himself cruelly at the thought of all of the forms of torture he would use to break his mind before making a deal with a desperate America. He would use his dark powers to heal the broken Brit and erase all of his memories of being tortured but in return Alfred would have to give up his nation to the 2Ps.

It was a perfect plan, or so Alfie thought before he actually saw what England was like.

He's actually kindda cute… The 2P mused as he spied on England chatting to his magical friends. The American slapped himself.

No, you cannot fall in love with your target. Think about the land, Alfie. Eyes on the prize.

However, things got tougher as the days wore on. The more England read quietly in a corner hidden from plain sight, beat the living daylights out of France and laughed at thin air, the more Alfie fell for him until he could no longer deny it. He sighed as he turned to second player Japan, who was dressed head to toe in black and held a katakana, 2P Lichtenstein, armed with a gun, and 2P Italy, who's knife was at the ready. Alfie looked at them sadly.

"I'm sorry but I think we're gonna have to make a few small changes to the plan…"

Time skip to the final day of the conference. A few hours before England's abduction.

England was blissfully unaware that he would be taken hostage by his admirer's crazy double in just under two hours as he sat down in the shade of a large oak tree in the conference hall's garden. Smiling softly as he took out a book-famous fairytales throughout the ages-and settled down to read.

The second player personification of America growled as he kicked at the flowers which were dotted around the sides of the path. He actually had no idea how he was going to use England to hurt America. He couldn't bring himself to harm the Brit but he just couldn't abandon his plan. After all, if Arthur was so important to Alfred then it would be stupid not to use him against the good American.

And also…

Alfie blushed. He always felt so curious about why Arthur always lived his life of pain and suffering when he could be with him. To be honest, it angered Alfie a lot! He clenched his fists as his chest began to hurt, just like it always did when he thought about Arthur.

"Stupid fucking love." He muttered as he steadied his racing heartbeat. "I'll just have to kill him…Yes, that will work. Then everything will be back to normal and Alfred will be in so much pain it's unreal!" He smirked as he congratulated himself on his amazing plan when something caught his eye.

Arthur. Alone. Defenceless. Distracted.

Perfect. A small smile etched itself on the American's lips as he took out his back and walked slowly towards the tree. He sat down with his back against the other side of the tree to where Arthur was. The Brit looked up from his book at the sound of grass crunching under the American's weight.

"Hello?" Alfie chuckled. How cute! He's trying to keep his defence high at all times.

"Hey, it's not a crime for me to share the shade with you, is it? It is a free country!"

"Oh, yes…My apologies…" The Brit mumbled, Alfie could tell he was blushing. He tightened his grip on the bat's handle as he remembered why he was there. He would humour him for a few more minutes then strike.

The American took out a cigarette and lit it. The Brit stayed silent as Alfie breathed in the sweet smoke of tobacco for a couple of minutes.

"You wanna cig?"

"No thank you. I don't smoke." Came the Brit's reply.

"Humph," Alfie pouted. "You're boring."

"No, I just care about my health that's all." Arthur turned the page of his book, sparking intrest in the older nation.

"Whatchya reading there?"

"…Cinderella." Arthur waited for laughter but it never came. "You can laugh now if you want."

"Why would I laugh about something like that?" Freddie asked as he kicked a squirrel which was sniffing his foot, causing it to scamper over to England who picked it up gently and stroked it.

"My brothers laugh at my tastes and interests all of the time. They say what I read is babyish and girly. Same with the frog." He gently put the little creature down and it ran away, causing the Brit to sigh. "I really envy the main characters in fairytales. They get everything their hearts desire just for enduring so much pain." Alfie raised an eyebrow.

"But if you've gone through so much torment yourself but remain so kind then wouldn't nice things happen to you?" Arthur shook his head.

"I only inflict what I have felt, cruelty and taunting. I built something strong out of it but felt so empty… I tried to be kind and caring for many but they all eventually turned their backs on me. Especially him…"

He sighed. "I guess happy endings are just fiction. I've learnt a lot since then, love is meaningless unless they really love you back, and even then you should be careful. I only care about strength and I keep my friends at an arm length." 2P America frowned but made a grunt of agreement. He slowly put his bat back where he had hidden it in his jacket.

He couldn't do it, not after hearing that.

Why did he feel so guilty? Did he really fall for the Brit that hard?

"Hey! Iggy! Let's go get lunch!" America yelled from the entrance to the building.

"It's England, not Iggy and it's go and get lunch you git!" Arthur yelled as he got up and sighed.

"…I have to go…"

Alfie peaked around the tree trunk to watch England run off to meet America. Making no attempt to fight off the arm which swung itself around the British nation's shoulder as the pair disappeared into the building. Anger bubbled up inside second player America.

Jealousy.

He stormed off into the wing which was being used by the second player nations and violently pulled Oliver away from an argument with Evan.

"Tell me what you know about your double."

Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"You mean Artie?"

"Yes, who the fuck do you think I was on about? " Oliver rolled his eyes and sighed.

"All I really know is that he raised a lot of nations and they all abandoned him. Your double was the worse. Threw a huge war and left England crying in a pile of mud in the end. Poor thing!"

Now Alfie was seething. How dare Alfred yell at him for harming Arthur when he himself had hurt the Brit so badly? He turned to Oliver.

"Tell everyone to meet up back in the meeting room in ten minutes. I have a plan."

Present day

Of course, Alfie thought as he left the room.

That's right, I fell in love with him because of his strength and beauty but also because of his vulnerability.

He walked out of the room and shut the door.

I want to protect him and make him mine.

Blood.

The only thing America could taste as two guards threw him in a cell as if he was a sack of potatoes. He had already faced hours of torment and humiliation but to America it felt like centuries.

The only thing which kept him going was knowing that Arthur was now safe and that what he had been through before his forced betrayal was most defiantly worse than what Alfred was facing right now.

A hooded henchman sneered.

"We know how much you wanted to be close to our Queen so, for being a good sport, we're gonna let you live the rest of your life in the exact same cell he was in before he saw sense!"

Alfred's eyes widened.

"England…was…here?" He croaked but the goons had already left.

The American looked around the dark room which had blood stains splattered across the floor and walls.

Recent.

Too recent.

Alfred felt sick as the scent of dry, crusty vomit was shoved up his nostrils, causing him to retch.

This too was fresh.

Had England really suffered this much just because America made the decision to save his skin and buy everyone else some time to prepare for the war?

The war where he ended up surrendering anyway?

America got up from the floor and sat on the bed at the side of the room. His heart shattered when he saw the stains on the pillow.

Tears.

England's tears.

Tears which were accompanied by more as America cried.

"Oh, Arthur," he sobbed. "What have I done?"

"Pssssst, bastard."

America stood up and glared at the guard standing behind the bars of the cell. He narrowed his blood shot eyes.

"What do you want, dick?" Surprisingly, the guard didn't last out.

"What the-? It's me you bastard!" Alfred froze. That sounded familiar. And come to think of it, there was a strange curl poking out from under the hood?

"Romano?" The figure sighed and took off the hood, reviling it to indeed be Romano.

"Congratu-fucking-lations," he scowled. "I thought you'd never figure it out." He took out a key from one of the clock's pockets and opened the cell door. America couldn't believe it.

"What are you doing here? And where did you get the cloak?" Lovino sighed.

"Tomato bastard said he was concerned for tea bastard's safety. And yours, of course. But apparently his team found some blue prints for an irreversible brain washing machine or something which apparently 2P Seychelles was the guinea pig for-"

"Seychelles is alive?!" America asked. Romano rolled his eyes.

"Nations can't die, bastard! But yeah, she's fine. Anyway, we believe they plan to use this thing to brain wash the tea bastard…for good!" America gasped as anger bubbled up inside him.

"Those bastards…" Romano nodded.

"You've just read my mind! I didn't even wanna to see their stupid faces again but Antonio demanded that he could go back and Feli begged me to come too cause he was too busy sobbing over the potato bastard-"

"So Ludwig's alright, then?" Alfred interrupted, angering the Italian.

"Unfortunately, yes. Now stop interrupting!" He snapped before carrying on his explanation.

"French bastard, and German bastard two are here too, they're waiting in the plane with Spain, Belarus-don't ask-Taiwan-she got fed up of "being useless" and Vietnam. They're all hiding and waiting to attack if necessary." Romano took a deep breath, content with the way he had explained things.

"Now let's go and get tea bastard before it's too late!"

America nodded and the two made it up the stairs, just then, Alfred remembered something.

"Lovino?"

"What?"

"You didn't answer my other question." Lovino raised an eyebrow.

"What other question?"

"Where did you get the cloak?" Lovino stopped, prompting Alfred to do the same. He could see that the Italian's hands were shaking, despite how dark the dungeons were.

"…Tea bastard visited the potato bastard after he was taken hostage during the Asian household invasion. Apparently he was looking for answers and gave potato bastard the cloak."

A glimmer of hope sparked somewhere deep inside Alfred.

The real Arthur was still alive, barely but still. He was begging so someone to save him and was continuing to hang on.

America turned to Romano.

"We need to get to Artie fast!"

"..Before he's gone forever…"

"Don't you just look adorable?" Oliver squealed as he looked at the counterpart who was sat at a dressing table. Said counterpart smiled awkwardly.

"I…guess so…? But is it really necessary for me to wear a dress?"

Yes, Arthur was wearing a long, snow white wedding dress with white lace delicately ending the skirt of the gown which stopped at the floor. The sleeves were long and flowing, also ending with lace. The neckline was rather low and straight with a large white rose sewn elegantly onto the chest. A velvet dark green ribbon was tied around the waist, forming a bow at the back. On England's neck was a choker of the same thick, green velvet with a large emerald encased in gold stuck in the centre. Apart from that, he wore no jewellery. Oliver nodded sternly.

"Yes, of course it is necessary you silly little thing. A bride must always wear a dress and Alfie picked this dress especially for you! You don't want to let him down, do you?"

England thought about this carefully. He didn't want to disobey…but he really did feel a bit silly!

"I look like a girl!" He grumbled. Oliver's eyes widened.

It can't wear off yet! We still need him to obey Alfie's order when he is asked to use the machine!

Oliver stood up.

"You look fine, honestly. Now I'm going to go and get your veil. Stay put!" He said before hurrying off to find Alfie. Leaving Arthur alone.

He stood up and gazed sadly out of the window.

He couldn't take this any more. He was still shaken from the night before. Did he make the right decision? Was it a good idea to leave his memories locked away like this?

"No…" He whispered to himself.

"This can't go on… I must remember everything!"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Here goes!" His brain pumped into over drive as memories and images filled his vision, more strongly than usual. Everything was making sense.

The brothers.

The Frenchman.

The Armada.

The first and second world wars.

The meetings.

The young boy.

The revolutionary war.

The tears.

Arthur's eyes widened as he grabbed the dressing table for balance.

"No…I can't be scared…One last time…" He panted, his face dripping with sweat and tears.

He began again, the memories were more recent now.

The bomb in the meeting room.

The Canadian.

The bear.

The look-alike.

The baseball bat.

The garbage disposal unit.

He was almost there. England's fists tightened, he didn't care that he was drawing blood.

"Almost…there…"

Red eyes.

"I can…do this!"

Blue eyes.

"Just…a little…more…"

"I'll win the war and get you back. Hero's promise."

Found it!

"MynameisArthurKirklandandIamthepersonificationoft heUnitedkingdomIamtwentythreeinhumanyearsIhavefour brothersandasistermyhobbysincludecookingandreading mybestfriendsareFrance,AmericaandJapanandIlove-" He took a deep breath.

"…I don't know any more…"

Slowly but shakily he stood up. A jolt of pain ran through him.

"Gah! What the bloody-?" He looked down to see that he was wearing a pair of plan white high heels.

"WHY THE HELL AM I WEARING A RUDDY DRESS!?" He screamed before remembering his risky situation and quickly maintaining his composure and taking the heels off. He tucked them into his belt and began to tear the bottom off his dress off to make it easier to run. He then proceeded to tear up both sides of the remaining part of the skirt up to just below the belt.

Perfect. He sighed. If I'm going to be stuck in such a girly state then I should at least make it bearable.

He turned to the door, now he had to find Alfred before Alfie tried to brainwash him again!

Meanwhile…

Oliver shrank in fear of the older nation. Okay, telling Alfie that the fruit's effect was wearing off faster than they thought it would was a bad idea. The man hit him.

"I told you we should have just used the machine!" He yelled.

"But you said that my idea was fine if would be less painful to Artie!" Oliver squeaked, only to earn himself a slap in the face.

"ONLY I CAN CALL HIM ARTIE!" Alfie screamed before sighing. "Just get him while we still have a bit of control over him and bring him to the lab." Oliver nodded and ran off to the bride-to-be's room and opened the door.

"I'm back, Artie-OW!" The evil Brit was knocked backwards by a stiletto high heel to the face, the thrower narrowed his eyes.

"Where's Alfred?" Oliver's eyes widened as England's emerald eyes gleamed with anger.

Uh, oh!

"Arthur, let's think about what we're doing, okay? We don't want to do something we might regret-"

"You mean like this?" The other shoe was rammed into 2P England's stomach, causing him to double over as his 1P counter part pushed him aside and ran out of the room and down the halls, calling America's name.

Unfortunately, Alfred didn't hear Arthur's cry. Alfie did.

Poor Arthur didn't see the villain creep down the hallway after him until the American grabbed his arm and pinned him to the wall.

"Well, well, well." Alfie growled. "Looks like somebody's not been doing as they told. And they got their little dress ruined too. No matter, it makes you look more feisty that way…" His hand began to creep up this hostage's thigh, making the Brit slap it way.

"Alfred will rescue me," he snarled. 2P America laughed cruelly.

"Oh, really? And do tell me how he will save you when he is rotting in a cell?" England's eyes widened.

"No…"

"Yes!" Alfie cackled. "He surrendered for your sake!"

"Alfred.. You idiot…" Arthur whispered whilst Alfie leaned in until his face was inches away from Arthur's.

"You know…" He smirked. "I've always wondered what the eyebrows do…" England froze.

"You wouldn't dare!" His eyebrows were not like the curls. They were worse. Much, much worse. Alfie's smirked widened.

"I would," he announced before pressing both caterpillars at once. England's face blushed bright red and his senses went blurry as the mixture of feelings which made up a cross of a drugged state and sexual pleasure washed over him. He began to moan and melted into Alfie's arms and allowed him to carry him bridal style to the lab, and the machine.

"It'll all me over soon, my dear." The second player said soothingly. "Soon you will face no more suffering. No more pain or hatred. I will protect you."

England could hear the American's words quite clearly despite being on the verge of unconsciousness. He looked at his carrier's hand through glazed eyes. The scar on his finger… It was one normally seen when a new finger had recently been regenerated, meaning Alfie had chopped the other one off.

But why? The only reason Arthur could think of was…

A love potion similar to the one he had.

Maybe… He does care about me…

And that was when Arthur lost consciousness.

When England opened his eyes all he could see was flashing lights. Groaning, he rubbed his head with his hand.

Or tried to…

To his horror, he could not move his body at all! He was sat in some sort of salon chair where his arms, legs, waist and neck were all attached to the chair by big metal clamps. Another was locked around his head with wires connecting to some sort of computer.

"What the bloody…?"

Freddie, who was typing commands into the computer, looked up upon hearing his loved one's voice. He tsked as he strolled over to Arthur.

"Oh, you're awake! Pretty shit timing if you ask me. I was hoping that you'd be unconscious for a few more minutes so you'd feel less pain." He stroked Arthur's cheek and smiled sadly.

"Never mind, you look cute when you struggle." England growled.

"What are you going to do to me?"

"It's nothing dangerous, don't worry," Alfie said calmly. "We're just going to send some electric pulses through your brain to change your brain signals so you'll be back to your queenly self in no time! Well, I am anyway since you've sent Oliver to the hospital wing. Not that I really give a shit, the guy was an annoying little fucker!"

"You'll never get away with this!" Arthur spat, causing the second player to raise an eyebrow.

"And how will I not? Alfred will not come to save you and you cannot escape."

"You keep forgetting that you are not the only one who can use magic!" England pointed out before closing his eyes and clearing his throat.

"The force which encases me must come to an end, I hereby command you to loosen your strength-"

The Brit's eyes widened as he began to cough uncontrollably. Alfie, however, was unfazed.

"I predicted you'd pull a crappy little stunt like that so I placed a little curse on you. You will be unable to cast any of your little shitty little first player spells until somebody willingly kisses you out of love." He laughed. "It's over!"

"It's not over," Arthur hissed. "It's not bloody over just yet!"

Before Alfie could make another snide remark, Arthur began to scram at the top of his lungs.

"ALFRED!" Alfie's smile dropped.

Fuck!

He ran over to the computer and began to jab in instructions.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled under his breath, "it won't hurt for long…I hope."

He pressed the confirmation button.

MIND WIPE: ACTIVATED

"ALFRED!" America froze upon hearing England's screams, he turned to Romano.

"You hear that?"

"Yeah," the Italian breathed. "It came from down there, let's go!"

"U-Um…Put your hands up!" The two turned to see 2P Belarus holding Lillian's gun in shaking hands. Romano narrowed his eyes and grabbed the girl roughly by the arm, causing her to flinch.

"Where's the machine situated?" This was more of a demand than a question. The trembling Belarusian pointed towards a narrow hallway.

"Down the stairs, turn left and it's the first door on your right," she cried. "Just please don't hurt me! I'm scared! I want my big sister and big brother!"

Lovino loosened his grip on the female nation slightly, she reminded him of his own brother.

"Okay, I won't," he sighed. "Just tell me where they are and I'll take you there. Shit's gonna go down soon and trust me, you don't wanna get involved."

He turned to America. "It's okay if I take her to safety, right?" Alfred smiled.

"It's the heroic thing to do I guess, and besides, she probably doesn't wanna bump into her double…Or Vietnam, cause she'll attack any 2P without mercy, and especially not the Bad Touch Trio!" Romano nodded.

"Fucking perverts! But are you sure you'll be fine on your own?" America's expression hardened.

"I got England into this mess and I'll get him out of it," he lightened up a bit.

"Anyway, good luck, Lovi. Spain was right, you are cute when you want to be!"

"Don't push it, bastard!"

The electric currents shot through England's body leaving him feeling a harsh burning sensation. He gripped the arms of his chair and let out an ear splitting shriek as another wave began to flow through him.

MIND WIPE: 60% COMPLETE

Alfie looked at the one he loved sadly.

"It'll be over soon, Artie. Please be strong."

"A-Alfred…" The Brit's feeble whines caused his captor to narrow his eyes.

"He's abandoned you, England. You must forget about any chances of him coming to rescue you-"

SMASH!

The door burst into fragments as the talking nation's double ran in.

"IGGY!" England's eyes opened slightly in response to the American's call.

"Ameri…ca?" Another jolt of energy began to run through it's un willing host, causing him to scream. A scream which faded into whimpers as his latest shock began to evolve into burning.

MIND WIPE: 80% COMPLETE

America gasped as he saw tears fall daintily down England's cheeks. He turned to his double.

"You bastard!" Alfie's eyes widened.

"This isn't fucking easy for me either you know! And besides, you've hurt him first! No wonder he ate the fruit, he wanted to forget about your shitty little face-" He was cut short as America grabbed his hair and threw him to the ground, using one foot to stomp on the double's stomach. To let out all of the anger he had bottled up over the past few months. To get revenge for all of the pain Alfie had caused. Not on him, for Arthur.

"Stop. Spreading. All. These. Fucking. LIES!" He screamed before gasping for breath.

MIND WIPE: 95% COMPLETE

Sky blue eyes widened upon hearing the machine's robotic announcement.

"ENGLAND!" He yelled as he picked up Alfie's baseball bat ,which now lay discarded next to it's master, and ran over to the computer. Whacking it like a maniac over the defenceless machine.

MIND WIPE: 99% COMPlete…

The clamps restraining England snapped open, causing said nation to fall on to the floor on his hands and knees, his head bowed down.

"Arthur!" America dropped the bat and knelt down near the Brit. "You okay, buddy? C'mon, say something!"

"My queen!" 2P America stood up, a small stream of blood had formed in the corner of his mouth but apart from that he seemed fine. He was strong like his double after all! Alfred looked over his shoulder.

"There's no way he's gonna come crawling back to you after all of the crap you've pulled!"

"Well at least I actually am a powerful, smart, strong and older individual rather than a stupid child. Of course he will fall for me!" His double replied coolly.

"He will fall for someone who cares for him, that's something you'll never be able to do, you heartless bastard!"

"Says the brains behind the revolutionary war!"

"Ugh…" Both Americas looked at the Brit who had finally found his voice. Alfred grabbed his shoulders.

"Dude! You're okay, right? It's me, America, remember?"

England ignored the 1P American and stood up, his head still facing the floor.

"All hail King Alfie!"

Cliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanger! X3 DON'T KILL ME! It's the last I'll leave a chapter in this story like this, honest!

Anyway, sorry if you guys expected more but that took aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaages and in the end I was like, "screw this, I wanna start the last chapter soon before the altenate endings."

Things might get a little slow as next week and the week after will get pretty hectic as my exam results are comming out and I'm enrolling in college (cookery course...heh heh heh. I'm pretty much England when in the kitchen...) So yeah!

NEXT TIME: ...Seriously? It's not gonna be easy to write a preveiw for next chapter without giving anything away so...Sorry guys! (-.-;)

Till next time...BYE BYE!