Oops! One more chapter til huge storyline change! It's sad, but when it's explained in the chapter after, it's totally understandable. Somethings are better left asside...

*Sigh*

Anyway, for the three reviews today I promised you guys another chapter!

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Chapter 36

Alfred was in shock! What had happened to that wild child he'd met in America? The one inciting panic? She seemed so much calmer now! So much... happier. He couldn't help but be surprised as the girl's smile never seemed fake. When all he could tell her was "Uhm, I command you to pay me back. Is that alright?" She looked at him with wide eyes and giggled.

She didn't hesitate. She just walked over and got on her knees between his legs. She unzipped his fly with her teeth and looked up at him, blushing at his eyes that were set on her. She bent down and ran her tongue up the length of him and looked up into his eyes, surprising him further. She never would have had this much courage before. She slid him into her mouth as she reached up with her hands and slid off his glasses, laying them on the table beside her.

Not that Alfred was paying any attention by this point.

She didn't work like that on him for very long and stood, looking over at the door and ran over, sliding up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and walked back, sliding her underwear over his shoulder.

Good god, when did she get like this? She crawled up onto the chair and straddled his lap with a grin, leaning down and giving him a kiss as she slowly inched herself down the length of him. He had his hands slid under the dress, gripped onto her hips as she moved over him. Her hands ran up the muscles under his shirt and he whimpered. "You weren't like this before. Why do you feel so different?"

"Don't talk." She commanded, not wanting to explain North Korea with the situation they were currently in.

"You're... better at this..." He panted, his head rolling to her chest. "Oh good god, you've changed." The grin on his face told her he was talking about her personality.

She could only grin, knowing Roderich was really helping her out.

But right now, Alfred was her master, for the whole two hour, fifteen minute flight.

And she wanted to make sure he enjoyed the flight! She leaned in close, shifting her hips as she moved over him. She put her lips up to his ear and whispered with a grin, "I need to make sure Master enjoys himself."

The words were too much for him and he gripped onto her hips, shoving her down hard over him as he came, the force causing her to follow along. She panted and rolled her head over, stealing a kiss before sitting back up, but not removing him from her.

Not yet.

"What do you want me to now, Master?"

"I don't know." He asked and she pulled her muscles inside together, adding pressure to him.

He hadn't gone down, so he'd sucked in a breath, and almost stammered it out as she slowly released. She leaned down farther, her lips against the sensitive area at the corner of his neck. "Master doesn't know what to do with me?"

"Oh good god, what have I gotten myself into?" He gasped, a grin stuck on his lip. "Keep riding me for now. It feels really good with you on top."

"Yes, Master." She whispered and lightly bit his neck.

She wouldn't leave a mark on him.

He wasn't her Master for long enough to give a mark like that to.

Not like the one Roderich wore, and would probably keep for the next two weeks.

An hour and a half of her riding him. This was when he lost his cool and gripped her, putting her back to her knees, her stomach against the seat of the chair and flipped up her dress, shoving into her.

She was screaming in five minutes, they'd gone off in another five.

By the time she got herself cleaned off, the flight was ready to land. Jasmin sat in her seat with a soft smile, watching as Alfred looked at her.

"I can't wait for my week with you if you're going to be like this." He grinned and moved over, gently kissing her forehead. "I'm glad you're not so depressed anymore. You had a lot of us worried." His eyes watched as she sighed, contented.

"Sorry I was being like that. North Korea kind of... really got to me."

"I knew you shouldn't have gone there. What did he do to you?"

"A lot. Then he decided to try and make amends. He's working hard to try and straighten himself out." Jasmin watched as Alfred pouted at the lack of answer. "Do you think you could really handle it anyway? Roderich still has nightmares, though he tries to hide it." Alfred paled.

"What did he do to you?"

"He raped me. Twice. Then I bit off his penis and swallowed it. Then he shot Ivan in the head, and while I was dead, he gutted me like a fish and tore me up so badly Kiku worried I'd never be able to have sex again. Then I was buried alive. It took Kiku hours to stitch me back together. But now he's trying to fix it, and when I think I could help him get over the problems that made him like that, it makes me happy. I'm able to help, right?" Alfred stared at her, his face far too pale. "Come here. I don't have my contacts in yet."

"Contacts?" Alfred asked as Jasmin stood right before him. He didn't know what was going on as she slid his glasses from him again and moved her eyes right before his.

She only tried to remember North Korea, but it failed somewhere and she ended out shoving most of her memories into him. She was able to keep back the memories that weren't hers to share, but he opened her mind like a book. It was just too easy for him to read her.

She didn't realize until after that it was because she was an American, and he was America. They were already linked, mentally. She realized how strong the connection was and realized if she was in another emergency, she could probably just call out for him.

"How in the hell did you survive all of that?" He gripped her shoulders and she stilled, surprised at his heated response. "If you were hating yourself that much for having sex, then why did you keep doing it? I didn't want to be a part of yourself you hated!"

"But I never hated that." She smiled softly at him and he stilled. Did he see the memories wrong? "I hated myself, and was worried you would think of ME as the mistake. I was scared that wanting to have sex just made me a slut. That it made me less of a woman." She smiled with a blush and Alfred released her arms, but slid his around her.

"What made you realize that it wasn't like that?"

"Roderich and Gil. They both taught me important things, and between them were able to help me a lot." She let her head rest on his shoulder and Alfred sighed.

"I wish I could have helped as well." He sighed and Jasmin smiled.

"You did. When you just responded like that, you set the thought in my head. You confirmed that it's fine for me to be like this. Battered and broken, but still fixable." She giggled and Alfred hugged her closer.

She was still too precious for the others. "I don't like this. I don't like you being so close with the others. I'd still rather have you myself."

"Then fight, like the others have done. Fight and move my heart. If you can move it enough, you may have a chance, but there is an alliance now. Roderich, Gil and Ivan have decided to share me equally so I don't have to choose between them. They know I love them all dearly, and the stress was killing me."

"I'm sorry." Alfred stepped away. He was just increasing that stress.

He needed to find a way to lessen it for her. He needed another alliance. A smile started setting on his face as he thought.

"Time to get you to your next master."

"Wait!" Jasmin called as the door opened on the side of the plane. "Don't tell anyone I called you Master! I'm only supposed to call Roderich, Gil and Ivan that, alright? Can we keep that our little secret?" She batted her eyes and Alfred chuckled.

"Sure. I know you weren't seriously calling me that, just for fun, right? No reason to get you in trouble for it." He smiled at her and gave her one last kiss before walking from the side of the plane.

Greece stood there surprised as America came down the stairs and told him to hold out his hand. "Jasmin's got this thing going on where this bracelet goes to the next one who can control her. She's learning to be a slave, or something. She can explain it better than I can, but Roderich told me to pass this on to you, and told me to tell you that you have to hand it to the next one to control her."

"What?" Greece stared at the bracelet and Jasmin bowed down low, her hands over her chest.

"Seriously, I think we all just got indited into their sex game, but I'm not complaining. Gotta go. You take care, alright?" He looked at Jasmin and she looked up into his eyes and he could feel her smile.

She would be fine, and if worse came to worse, she would let him know. He chuckled as he climbed the stairs back onto the airplane and Greece sat there, looking at the simple silver chain bracelet.

"It's a pleasure to see you again." Jasmin smiled and Greece looked at her with a smile.

"You as well." He bowed his head gently and Jasmin turned, seeing them get the baggage from the plane.

"What should I call you?" She glanced back at him, trying not to let him notice she was curious whether he'd put the bracelet on or not.

"Ah, Heracles is fine. And I'll assume you still prefer the name Jasmin?"

"That's fine." She grinned with a slight giggle and he visibly relaxed. "Or Matsu works as well."

"So, what's going on with this bracelet?" He held it up and looked it over as Jasmin giggled again.

"I'm supposed to keep whoever holds the bracelet happy, as long as they do the same with me. I'm in training to be a servant, but I'll not fill your mind with those thoughts. If you want something, ask me. If I need something, I'll ask you. If I feel like you've grown distrustful, I'm to take the bracelet and leave." She watched as Heracles' eyes narrowed. He slid the bracelet on and Jasmin couldn't fight the curiosity over how he would react as her 'master' for the week.

"Let's get to my house, alright?"

"Yeah, let's go." She smiled. She loved the feeling he put out, even when he seemed on edge, he was relaxed. He let his whole soul unwind. It was a great feeling to be near right now.

They got her bags and went out front. Jasmin was surprised to find a motorcycle in the parking space. She watched with amusement as her bags were thrown into the saddlebag and he climbed on, looking over and waiting for her to climb on behind him.

"If I would have known about this, I would have worn pants!" She gasped, trying to remember if she'd put her underwear back on. She walked up and stared. "Can... I go side saddle?"

"Whatever makes you comfortable." He said, and smiled. "You've never rode on a motorcycle before, have you?" She blushed and shook her head. "Don't worry and hold on tight. I have a lot of experience, alright? And I'll let you know next time so you can wear pants."

She nodded and bounced up onto the bike, curling her legs around to the step and wrapped her arms around his chest. "Is this tight enough?"

"It should be fine to start with. You'll know if it's tight enough." He turned to her and slid a helmet on her head. As they started moving, she gripped tighter onto him.

It was a twenty minute drive and she finally got comfortable about halfway there. This was shortly after she realized she was sitting so her skirt was skin tight. She was fine, since she'd remembered her underwear was in her purse.

Well, she was fine til Heracles helped her off of the motorcycle and the skirt got stuck on the seat. He blushed so brightly Jasmin was worried he'd get a nosebleed. She covered her face with her hands and just sat at the driveway for a little bit, trying to will her face back to a normal color.

"Come on." Heracles held out a hand to her and she looked up, barely seeing him over her fingers. "It's not like it's the first time I've seen a woman partially naked, it's fine, right?" Even though he seemed calmed already, she could still see the redness in his cheeks and looked down, shifting through her purse and pulled out her fan to cover her face and reached up, taking his hand.

He had to chuckle at her antics. Bright red, holding a Japanese fan over her face. Her hand in his was surprisingly soft. His eyes traveled down her arm and he stopped and really looked her over for the first time.

She was really pretty.

Not like a supermodel, or something like that. It was an older style of beauty. She wasn't really thin at all, but she wasn't huge either. She had curves that would make a man get lost on his way over her. She looked like one of the old goddess statues. He pulled her fan away from her face and really saw her for the first time. She was blushing like mad, her eyes wide on him as he looked over her features.

Just below the shoulder black hair, large eyes, high cheekbones, small mouth. Brown eyes, but they seemed to be colored contacts. "Please, let me see your eyes." He stared and she stood up straight, surprised.

"Are you sure you want to see them?" Maybe this was a fluke? Maybe he didn't know what he was asking.

"Please, I need to see them!" His hands clasped over hers and she nodded. She looked around and he realized what was going on and took her to the restroom right inside the front door. He waited, and when she came back out he took her into the sunlight so he could see her better.

It was the same brown eyes he remembered seeing as a child. His eyes widened as her past flew into his mind. It was even her same power. He pushed his memories into her as well, especially the parts in his childhood where his mother, Athena, ruled, but even she realized it wasn't Athena he wanted her to see, it was Aphrodite. The goddess of love. The woman looked amazingly like herself. When the memories faded back to the sunlight and Heracles' face, all she could do was stare. "What?"

"You told me once that I would find you, that you would be reborn and come back for me, my polýtimos Aphrodite!" He smiled and she stilled. "Don't worry, I know you don't have her memories. I can't believe I didn't notice it before! I was talking to you for so long and I didn't even realize."

"I was dressed in leather and had my hair done like a bad punk band. It was probably hard to see me that day." She smiled, but slowly stepped out of his reach. "I may look like her, but I need you to remember, I'm not her. I have my own likes and thoughts. Will this be a problem?" She worried about how he would take things when it really dawned on him.

His eyes closed and she frowned, wondering what was going on. When his eyes opened, he remembered Aphrodite crying. Surrounded by men, but she felt lonely all the same. As much as she could grant love to others, it was much harder to find for herself. She threw herself into cheap relationships one after another to try and fill the void in her heart. She eventually was made happy at the hands of six men. One would keep her for a month, and she rotated twice in the year.

It was the only way to sooth her heart, but soon the men grew bored of only having a woman for two months out of the year and she was soon replaced.

The heartbreak and loneliness was too much for her.

She truly loved them all, even though she found they didn't feel the same for her, no matter what her eyes had told her.

Heracles, just a child at the time, told her he loved her, and he'd marry her. She smiled softly at him and ruffled his hair.

"Someday you will grow to be a great man. I shall be reborn til I am able to stay at your side again. When you find me, love me then, alright, little love?"

She reached up and pulled out her eye, handing it to him. He looked in horror in his hands before his eyes traveled back to her. "When someone can see the memories in my eye, you know you've found her."

Jasmin felt her heart pounding. She felt like she was going to throw up.

"Please, come and look." He pleaded, but Jasmin just stood still, as if glued to the spot. "I've been waiting two thousand years for you. Please, just grant me three minutes."

"Yes. I'm sorry. That was a very hard time for you. You really did love her, didn't you?"

"Always." He smiled as he took Jasmin's hand and lead her into the house.

She was taken down a large marble staircase she could tell hadn't been traveled in years. She coughed, the stagnant air burning her lungs as he sighed. "Sorry it's like this. I gave up hope a long time ago. It was too painful to come back down here."

"You know, if it really is me, I'll be pissed you didn't take better care of my last surviving part." She looked at him and he stilled and turned back to her, surprise showing on his face. He could only chuckle as he turned back to the stairs.

She could feel the opened space around her, but it was pitch black. She couldn't see anything, til he spoke. "I am Heracles! Light my way!" He called and the ground seemed to glow. It was some sort of moss that lit up the whole ground. She was able to see the podium in the center and walked up to it, terrified.

This was literally the eyeball of the woman Heracles loved.

She leaned forward, unable to see through the glass and Heracles touched her shoulder, standing her back up before pulling the class cover from the item. It seemed to be floating in midair. It started to let out a pale golden light and lit Jasmin's own eyes.

She could see the world. The ground before her seemed forever away, and the people upon it seemed so tiny. It was like flying, but she stayed still and the world moved.

She met with Germania and Rome. They clashed over the hand of such a beautiful woman, but in their fighting, ended out falling in love with each other. Love after love corroded. A heart of never ending pain.

That was what she found. A child, one she knew would live and learn to love better than she ever had confessed and all she could do was cry. He was such an amazing child. She forced a curse for rebirth onto herself. She would continue to be reborn til she was immortal again.

She realized, just before she pulled out her eye that she never really had learned to love, just to want.

Jasmin screamed as the thoughts pulsed through her mind.

Never ending pain? Is that what she was offering to Roderich, Gil and Ivan? Just another escape until they grew bored?

"It won't work!" She screamed and crumpled to the floor.

Heracles lifted her like a princess and ran up the stairs, laying her down on a soft bed. "Rest, theá mou. I'll protect you while you slumber." His eyes looked into hers, and she could see the joy at being by her side.

She could only stare. The memories were affecting her. She grasped desperately to him as she curled up and fell asleep.

Sorry, guys! No more extra chapters today! Now you just have to wait for tomorrow!

But tomorrow will be a sadder chapter.

It broke my heart to write it.

So, I'll see you guys then! More reviews will still make me happy!

さよなら

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