Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia nor do I own World So Cold by 12 Stones
They were in a bunker.
Just a bunker.
There was only one door in the green rusted 'house' and a single bed with a gas lamp sitting beside it. The air smelled rank and disturbingly similar death and rust all rolled into one.
The sound of guns, shouts, and bomb blasts sounded outside and occasionally shock the metal frame.
"T-This is Bit's world? It doesn't look like much", Matthew mumbled awkwardly while clutching his nose to stop breathing the smell.
"Thanks Matthew, how sweet of you", sarcasm dripped like syrup from the man who was suddenly leaning against a particularly dark corner of the bunker.
England gawked, "Bit?"
The man looked different.
His eyes had dark rings and his face and body was encrusted in dirt and blood. He wore the clothes of a soldier.
Bit nodded, pushed off the wall, walked towards the cot, and sat down. He sighed and reached for a mirror that suddenly appeared beside him. He let out a low whistle, "Damn that stings!"
"Hello Bit."
The trio realized that Andrew was still with them...he looked incredibly uncomfortable. He was standing as still as he could and every now and then he would sneeze or franticly brush something off his suit. "This is a horrid place! Why would you send me here!" Bit chuckled, "Your door sent you here bro. Don't sweat the small stuff dude." Arthur let out a cough, "I have a question." Bit tipped his head, "Speak your mind soldier." He shuffled for a moment, "Why do you keep changing clothes...and accents..." Bit blinked and burst out laughing, "Because I'm also his culture side. In a way, I mean. I absorbed all of the ethnic stuff and I tend to be a sort of sponge for American culture and trends. Punk was always my favorite though. And being a cowboy. I loved that. Of course, Alfred loved being a cowboy too, so I only got a few minutes of it every now and then." He had a far off look in his eyes, "War messes you up so much though. I hate it. I love it. I hate watching people suffer, and yet...I love war." There was a flash of madness and it was gone as soon as it had come.
He stood up abbruptly and pushed open the cracked metal door with a creak. "You comin' or what?" The light was blinding and Arthur had to shield his eyes, but he followed the military man nonetheless.
They were in a tent.
Why they were in a tent when they had just come out of a bunker, Arthur had no idea.
The tent was pale yellow and torn in certain places. Water pounded the fabric but no water dared to enter. There was a desk and a chair. There was a rug placed over the wet grass. There was a lamp. There was a boy crying into the charts on the desk.
"O-Oh God! I-I can't believe I-oh God! Oh God! A-Arthur!"
It was Alfred.
He was wearing his Revolutionary uniform and was drapped over the wood in a trembling heap. He had removed his gloves and his hands were tangled in his hair as he pulled at it furiously.
The nations were aware of whooping and cheering of the victorious soldiers.
"Goodbye taxes!"
"Goodbye tyranny!"
"Goodbye England!"
The last cheer sent the boy into another fit of sobs.
Apparently Bit seemed to have suddenly taken over Alfred's body because he suddenly sat up and wiped the tears from his flushed face.
"Calm down Alfred. He's safe now. You don't have to worry about nothing no mores. I took care of everything so let me be the one to feel bad. Not you. Never you. You did good. England would be proud of you if he knew."
*Swoosh*
They were in a concert.
It was in London.
"Dude! Don't you just love the Sex Pistols!"
Some boy barely wearing clothing came jogging up to Bit who was sitting on a small hill of grass. He handed Bit a beer despite being a total stranger. Apparently concerts did this to people. Or maybe it was just the boy. He did look a little high. Then he ran off.
Bit sighed and ran a hand through his dyed-black hair, "Okay, I brought us hear Alfred. Now what?"
Silence.
"You want me to what? Are you insane? Why would I go crowd surffing? The last time that happened some random girl stole my wallet and some guy shoved his hand down my pants! No! No! No-you'll give me an Ipod? Okay I'll do it."
*Swoosh*
"-and this is the Mona Lisa everyone!" some random peppy woman with lipstick too red to be normal ushered some people passed Bit who stood staring up at a painting.
"The Ship of Fools by Hieronymus Bosch...it's like us, isn't it Alfred? Try as we must we will never be able to set out to sea..." he pointed to the ship and then gestured to the painting as a whole, "and all because our minds are just masses of garbage that have been thrown around so carelessly...it looks like our minds, Alfred. It's so disorganized and random, so chaotic and disturbing...it's beautiful..."
*Swoosh*
Bit was playing a guitar on the window sill of his Miami apartment.
It starts with pain followed by hate
Fueled by the endless questions
No one can answer, a stain covers your heart
And tears you apart just like a sleeping cancer
Now I don't believe men are born to be killers
I don't believe this world can't be saved
How did you get here and when did it start?
An innocent child with a thorn in his heart
What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Losing control of our feelings
We all must be dreaming this life away
In a world so cold
Are you sane? Where's the shame
A moment of time passes by
You cannot rewind who's blame and where did it start
Is there a cure for your sickness, have you no heart?
Now I don't believe men are born killers
I don't believe the world can't be saved
How did you get here and when did it start?
An innocent child with a thorn in his heart
What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Losing control of our feeling
We're dreaming this life away
What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Selling our souls for no reason
We all must be dreaming this life away
In a world so cold
There's a sickness inside you that wants to escape
It's a feeling you get when you can't find your way
So how many times must you fall to your knees
Never, never, never, never, never do this again
It starts with pain followed by hate
Now I don't believe men are born to be killers
I don't believe the world can't be saved
What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Losing control of our feelings
We're dreaming this life away
What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate
Selling our souls for no reason
We all must be dreaming this life away
In a world so cold, in a world so cold
To address an interesting question: Billy is not 2p nor is he TECHNICALLY yandere. You will have to wait and see.