There comes a time in every hero's life where things get too great for them to handle. Alfred F. Jones, America, was by far no exception to this rule. It took a great deal of time, but the American finally realised that the world didn't take him seriously. Every plan he had, anything he offered to the world was immediately shot down because of past experiences and dud ideas. And there was one person in particular that always shot him down-none other than 'dear daddy' England. That guy pissed Alfred off so much it wasn't even imaginable. All the time he'd shoot him down, and most of the time prevented him from talking even. America always said 'Drop Dead England' and man, did he ever mean it now.

He invited Arthur over to his house for the day. He wanted to have a serious discussion with Arthur...honestly, he did. He was waiting expectantly for that knock on the door. The knock of a true English Gentleman-which everyone knew Arthur was not. Alfred had made scones, or tried to. They tasted too delicious so he baked them for an extra thirty-minutes to burn them, just as England would. He knew for damn sure that the brit on the other side didn't think this conversation was going to be everything but serious. And he was wrong. Oh was he very wrong.
The American put on a plastic smile and opened the door. He greeted the Englishman just like he always would, "Hey dude!" he said brightly, "Glad you could'a made it!" he said brightly, watching as the other visibly winced at the poor grammar and..even pronunciation of the words itself. So terrible and slurred.

"Yes yes, good day, Alfred," he mumbled quietly, walking in anyway without being actually invited in. That greatly pissed off Alfred, honestly, but he'd let it go for now. Why snap at him when he could just..."Anyway, what is so important? If it is more money you need, blimey, I'm not giving you any." he said instantly, sitting down and helping himself to the tea that was laid out by the American.

"actually no," he began, sitting down and watching the other intently, "I've just came to voice my opin-" He was cut off by the other again,

"Oh buggar..Alfred, honestly is this about the whole global warming thing again?" He asked, frowning, "That will never happen." he stated simply, sipping his tea. Alfred stared at the other for the longest of times. Not fully understanding something..he was talking before..well before he could even finish a sentence. Now he was going to change subjects on the other. He offered a wide smile again,

"Nah man, I kinda realised that couldn't happen, yanno?" He offered, shrugging, "Anyway, its actually about...us." He offered, watching as Arthur nearly choked on his tea,

"...U-us?" he yelped lightly, face tinted red a little. He was kind of nervous..was Alfred actually going to...well confess something to him? What would he do if he actually- and his thought process was stopped immediately when he felt a slap across the face,

"it isn't working out, Arthur." He said coldly, frowning more. And before he even got a word in he grabbed the fork on the table and stabbed Arthur right in the eye, "DON'T TAKE ME FOR GRANTED!" he screamed over Arthur's screams of pain. The big-browed man held his face, crying out in pain,
"BLOODY HELL ALFRED!" he shrieked, feeling blood leak out into his hand as he shivered in pain. He had no clue if he should leave it in or not but...his mind was quickly made up after he felt Alfred rip the fork out of his socket. He screamed, looking up with his good eye when he saw..well...his skewered organ on a fork. He shivered terribly, in too much shock to actually register anything that happened to him. He panted hard, whole body wracking with pain and shock and..well every other emotion he could possibly feel.

"Oh shut up," Alfred snapped, but smirked a little, "...Eat it." he hissed lightly. England didn't understand until he felt...his own optical organ jammed inside his mouth. He shivered a little, paling. He didn't move..but Alfred's hands came down to grab he chin and top of the head, "chew." he hissed. And after a moment of nothing, he forced the other's jaw down on the eye. It seemed to go in slow motion, the ball seemed to burst in his mouth, filling his senses with blood and god-knows what other fluids. But he swore he heard the sound of it popping from the pressure..his stomach churned inside him and his stomach was about to betray him very soon too. He could only pray that Alfred would let go soon..

But the American was getting well too much pleasure by seeing the other like this, "Whats the matter, Iggs?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "You don't like it?" He smirked wider when he felt the other hurk, and only pressed his jaws tighter together. And Arthur did puke, but it was caught inside his mouth, even if some did leak out. His one green eye looked up at the other pleaingly but..no mercy could be found, "Swallow or choke, Arthur." he growled out at the other irritably. What other choice did he honestly have? Tears whelled up and spilled, as he slowly started swallowing. He had vomited well to much to gulp it all down at once...so it was all prolonged and painful with each swallow. It was painful...and burned..and tasted horrible and somewhere in the mix he felt the eye go down with it. His stomach was doing even more flip-flops at this..but he managed to control himself, "Is it all gone?" he asked simply, satisfied when he saw the other nod a little. He let his hands go off his head and patted it, "Good good." he breathed softly, "...Let me..." he suddenly grabbed a switchblade from his pocket and clicked it. "Now..you stabbed me in the back so...I'll return the favour.." he offered, and plunged it deep into the other's back...

"Drop dead England."

I can honestly say this one...almost made me puke. XD;; I'm such a fail. Sorry for the long wait..I lost my muse for quite a while! But its back for now~! So I took advantage of it and..made this.
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