Philippines was unconscious but safe and Israel was probably on his way by now, though he should've arrived earlier. Did he just not care about any of this, or did he think that only weak people got raped? Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with him?! Did he just not care?! Or did he think that he would be safer if he wasn't here because they might just go "why not" and rape them? Why did everything he had had to be destroyed? Did he use up his good karma, or did God just hate him? But why was everything going well before this happened? Was it to just make everything feel even worse?
... Maybe he really was bad. ... Maybe he should die-
KNOCK "America, are you done?" Alfred opened the apartment door and let Toris in. "Why is there a girl lying on your floor?"
"I told her. She passed out. I messed up."
"You didn't do any-"
"Then why did this happen?! Why did I get attacked by them when they loved me before?!"
"I don't know. You can't contr-"
"I can't control anything, can't I? My life, safety, friends, allies, enemies, body- Why don't I just give up?"
"Because it's easy. It's hard to resist evil and to fight for what you want, but it's worth it. That's why there're so few good people. Also, can I drag her to the bed?"
"... I'll bring her there." As Alfred picked her, he said "Maybe Morocco and Korea aren't safe either. I'll call them and ask them to head to Canada."
"But wouldn't it be nice to have them here to support you?" Lithuania asked.
"Yeah, but, I don't know. I want them to be safe, you know? Where ever is best for them is good. I don't know if Israel is coming, and Philly passed out, so I guess that's all I should handle." Alfred carried her to his bedroom after wondering about the sleeping arrangements. Toris would sleep in his bed, and he would sleep on the couch. He kept waking up and screaming during the night anyway. God, he felt so tired. Alfred looked at Philly's sleeping face, so calm and... what was the word? Restful? Alive? Whatever. She looked like a child, like how he looked like before. But he wasn't an adult, he wasn't mature. It's scary knowing that someone you love will get hurt if you aren't on your guard, especially if you're weak.
But he loved them and wanted to protect them. Even if they didn't love him back.
I publish a chapter every four or five days. I'll post the next one on Tuesday.