Okay, here's the next chapter.

Warning: You might not want to read this if you are sensitive. This chapter is rated K+ to M.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the story.

Chapter 20

(Let's start with my home country: America! I'm going to have some fun with this. Seeing as I know more of America's history Alfred's torture will probably go into more detail, and it will also skip around quite a bit.)

Slowly the world started coming back into focus, Alfred blinked blearily wondering what he was doing on the ground. He brought a hand up to rub tiredly at his eyes wondering why everything was blurry. Realizing it was probably because he didn't have his glasses on America began to feel around the ground blindly. A cold callused hand gave the American his glasses, not even looking at his helper America mumbled a thank you and slipped on his glasses. After the world came back into view Alfred found himself staring at black nothingness. America stared blankly above him wondering how he had gotten there. He must have gotten drunk, because his memories were blurry and America couldn't seem to fully wake up.

Then the memories all came flooding back. America shot up ignoring the sudden rush of blood to his head and looked around so fast he should have gotten whiplash. Alfred's tired mind finally caught up with him and he looked to the side where the hand had helped him before. Only to come face to face with Tahquitz.

America scooted back with a startled yelp while Tahquitz merely cocked his head to the side like a curious child.

"It takes you a long time to wake up, doesn't it?" Tahquitz asked the startled American. An awkward silence filled the air, America didn't know what to do about the spirit's seemingly innocent question so merely stayed silent. Seeing that no answer was forth coming Tahquitz stood from his crouched position and looked down at Alfred with his hands clasped behind his back. "No need to be rude, I was just trying to make conversation." Tahquitz said with a pout. America merely watched the insane spirit with suspicion still refusing to answer. "You're native American, aren't you?" Tahquitz asked suddenly catching America off guard. "That brother of yours is too." America felt his protectiveness flare at the mention of his brother and he stood up to confront Tahquitz. "It's interesting, you two. You're completely different in personalities and yet you're twins." Tahquitz continued seeming not to notice the American's change in demeanor while he contemplated the mystery of the two brothers. "Is it because he was abandoned and learned to live off himself?" Tahquitz continued seeming to completely ignore the fact that the American was there.

"What?" Alfred asked, caught off guard by Tahquitz's reasoning.

"Oh, he speaks!" Tahquitz exclaimed clapping his hands together.

"What did you mean by my brother being abandoned?" America asked again.

"Never mind that." Tahquitz said waving off the question. "I'm trying to think." he continued in concentration.

"Think of what?" Alfred asked hesitantly.

"The best way to break the hero, of course." Tahquitz said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Well, you're not actually a hero. Not really." Tahquitz grinned and faded into the shadows.

The scenery around America began to change and Alfred found himself in a meeting room. (AN: This part is based off a fan fiction called: If I Die Young by Kiki Wolf Beilschmidt except for some key differences. The key difference being that Prussia obviously didn't die. I do really like how the characters were in this story so I'm going to use it. So don't get me in trouble! I told you it's not mine.)

"Come on Canada, just sign the stupid paper already." Alfred watched with dawning horror as he saw his past self try to forcefully shove a piece of parchment into his twin's hands. Hesitantly past Canada took the paper from the other North American and set it on the table.

Alfred knew what he was witnessing, he had been in this room before, the only difference being that the paper had been in his hands. Alfred could do nothing but watch as past Canada hesitantly put pen to paper. The Present American almost breathed a sigh of relief when the sound of hurried footsteps was heard causing the Canadian to stop and look towards the door. Alfred watched as a scowl appeared on past America's face and the door to the meeting room flew open revealing a disheveled looking past Germany. Past England stood up from where he had previously been seated and went to confront Germany.

"Germany, last time I heard this was a private Ally meeting." Past England said snarkily giving past Germany a reproachful look.

"You know why I am here, Britain." Past Germany replied brushing his hair back into place.

"Yes, we know why you are here, Germany. You have no say in this, leave now." Alfred watched past America give Germany a dirty look. "Evil has no say when it comes to law."

"Stop it." Present America said trying in vain to stop his voice from shaking. "I know what this is, I know what happens. You don't have to show me it." Alfred said clenching his fists. A cold chuckle filled the air as the past figures continued on with their conversation.

"My dear America, I wan't to show you one of your many faults." Was Tahquitz's only reply.

"Then dissolve Germany, kill me. Please, don't hurt my bruder. He doesn't deserve to die, he never started this war." Past Germany pleaded.

"Listen America, maybe he has a point-" Past England sighed. Alfred held his breath as past America interrupted past England.

"No. All we need is for Canada and Russia to sign the damn papers and it's over, why can't you understand that. Prussia deserves to die." Alfred flinched at his past selfs words as silence ringed in the air of the meeting room.

"Nobody deserved to die." Alfred whispered at the same time past Canada did.

"Evil does." Past America answered and began to say more but Alfred wasn't listening.

"All right! I get it Tahquitz. I'm a hypocrite, I'm the evil one! I'm a monster! Stop it, please!" America sobbed covering his ears as Germany's anguished cry rang through the air. The meeting room vanished and America was back in the cavern, Tahquitz's voice echoed off the walls but he did not show himself.

"Oh, America. Such a young country compared to many of the others, and yet you still have such a despicable history." Tahquitz said. "I should know, this was once my home. Until you white skins came and created the abomination called Alfred F Jones. You are one of the only countries to ever be founded by the slaughtering of your first children, or I suppose I should call them your mother's children." The scenery began to change and Alfred found himself standing on the plains and watching a battle. Slaughter was actually a more accurate word.

Blood spattered everywhere falling onto the dry ground which in turn soaked the liquid up greedily as if it were merely water. Gunshots and the twang of bows echoed through the air, men were shouting and screaming. Alfred watched in horror as one by one the lighter skinned people cut down the darker skinned. He stared down at the limp bodies of the fallen their blank eyes staring at him accusingly. The sky above shone clear with barely a cloud in the sky while down below red rain splattered down onto the ground and clouds of dust and smoke filled the air. Alfred choked in horror feeling the bile rise in his throat as he watched a younger version of himself, barely sixteen, cut down every dark skinned man in his path.

The scene changed again and America saw himself again, this time looking to be about four years old. A woman with fair dark skin was crouched in front of him.

"Promise me, Keasik*. Promise me that when I am gone you, and your brother, will protect our people in my place." The proud woman said placing her hands firmly on young America's shoulder. Alfred throat closed up and his breath hitched as he recognized the dark haired woman standing in front of his younger self. The woman was Native America, this was the last time Alfred had seen the woman before he was told to run away and find the white people.

"How do you know about all of this?" Alfred whispered as he watched his mother hug his younger self and begin walking off not looking back.

"You're telling me." Tahquitz said.

"I'm not…" Alfred said in confusion.

"I used to heal people, Keasik. Mainly of mental illnesses, it makes for a very useful torture tool. All of your regrets, your pain, your fear. All of your memories are now shared, with me." Tahquitz said and the scene changed again.

Past America was staring in a surprised panic at past Japan's broken and bloodied body being supported by past Germany. (AN: I Never Knew! by OkamiNinja4)

"Japan! Are you okay?" Past America asked reaching out for the hurt nation. Past Germany shielded past Japan from past America's touch as past Japan flinched away both of their eyes holding hatred as they glared at America.

"Why are you showing me this?! I didn't know what my government was planning until those two walked through my door!" Alfred shouted as the past images continued moving.

"What did you do to Japan?!" Past America shouted at Truman but Alfred paid them no mind, he was to busy trying not to look at past Japan.

"It just kills you. You didn't know what your government was planning and you were locked away for the remainder of the war, only let out when it was all over and the trials were going on. By then, you truly believed that the Axis were evil, until it was too late anyways." Tahquitz tsked as past America's enraged scream filled the air. "You know what's a very popular thought in your mind right now?" Tahquitz asked, allowing the memory to fade away.

Alfred looked around in apprehension, not sure what to expect next.

" 'If I hadn't been so weak none of this would have happened. It's my fault Prussia almost died, it's my fault all of this has happened.' And you're correct." Tahquitz laughed, showing Alfred more and more horrifying images of the past. When that didn't work he began showing the suffering America caused his loved ones to feel.

Canada being ignored because America outshine him, and Canada being attacked because he was mistaken for America. England sobbing in the rain as America walked away, more and more images of the grief America caused flashed before Alfred's eyes .The more America watched the more he just wanted to scream, finally the images stopped and Tahquitz tutted coming out of the shadows.

"You're a tough nut to crack, I'll give you that. Fine, I wasn't going to show you this. I was just going to kill you without you seeing them, but I want you broken. So, I'll show you." Tahquitz said.

Then the shadows all fell away and began dragging things through the floor, ceiling, and walls. It took America a moment to register what they were, but when he did he didn't even try to stop himself from losing whatever food he had left in his stomach. Alfred screamed in horror falling to his knees and staring at the mess around him.

Feliciano was laying to the left of Alfred his once shining amber orbs empty of life as he stared at Alfred, as if accusing him. His stomach was split open revealing his organs, some of which were missing (AN: Shout out to 23.5) Lovino lay beside his brother his arm reaching out towards Alfred his face contorted in a scream. Slowly Alfred looked to his other side and could see why Lovino was screaming. Beside him lay what he assumed was Antonio, but his face was so mangled that Alfred wasn't entirely sure. Beside Antonio, Yao was lying on his stomach with his skull crushed in revealing drying blood and crushed pink material.

Shaking Alfred turned to look behind him and nearly threw up all over again. Ludwig's body was sprawled on the floor, his head a few feet away. Pink rocks made a trail to Ivan's stomach, at first Alfred was confused as to what they were but then he realized they were Ivan's spine. Kiku lay beside Russia, or it should have been Kiku Alfred could see some straight black hair in the mess of red. Gilbert's jaw was hanging loosely on a few pieces of skin a stab through the back of skull revealing where he was stabbed, another stab through his stomach revealing how he died the pink organs scattered all around him. The top of Jack's head lay slightly in front of the rest of the spirit, the cut being right between the Jaw.

Alfred looked in front of himself, realizing that he hadn't seen everyone. His kind was screaming at him not to look, but he did anyway. Alfred screamed in agony once he caught sight of his family. His older brother, Matthew was laying sprawled out by Alfred's knees his hand were completely cut off except for a bit of skin that was keeping them from falling off. His brother's once violet eyes looked exactly like they had when they were captured earlier in World War Two. One was a mess of blood and needle pricks, the other was clouded over and half blue. Arthur was in front of Matthew one of his emerald orbs were missing and his tongue was cut out, which Alfred only new because his mouth was broken open. Francis was beside Arthur, his lifeless blue orbs staring out into nothing as his hand reached out for Arthur's. Francis was the only one who looked relatively unharmed, that is, if you got past all of the burn marks and stab wounds. It looked as if miniature bombs had gone off all over his body and then he was stabbed by dozens of swords.

Alfred kept screaming clutching at his head trying not to believe what he was seeing before him. The stench all around him was unbearable filling his nostrils and making him gag. Alfred kept screaming until his throat was raw, and even then he kept screaming, his arms falling limply to his sides, tears were running down his cheeks like waterfalls.

Slowly, Alfred became aware of someone shaking him. Alfred looked up and stared into indigo orbs not believing what he was seeing. Slowly, the images around him disappeared around him, but Alfred didn't notice. He was too busy looking up at the tall man who was kneeling in front of him, shouting at Alfred to snap out of it.

"I- Ivan?" Alfred croaked out. The Russian smiled in relief and pulled Alfred into a hug.

"Welcome back, my friend." Ivan whispered.

I was in a dark mood, I can't figure out what was worse. The deaths or the memories, I think it was the deaths... I got some of the ideas for the deaths from Corpse Party.

Also, I think it's fair to warn you that someone might die later on in this story.