Chapter 2

Alfred's hand flew to his now-broken nose as a slew of profanities escaped his lips. Bright red droplets of blood splattered to the concrete, leaving a rusty stain.

"Shit! Lil' bitch, what was that for?" He glared at Kally, eyes flaring with rage and bloodlust. His club (which had previously been slung over his shoulder) was now gripped tightly in his hands, in a perfect batter's position.

Kally gave a lazy, psychotic smirk as she shakily stood up, taking a few heavy breaths. She wiped the blood off her knuckles and let out an eerie, high-pitched giggle. It wasn't that scary, no - but it was enough to cause Arthur to look up in alarm.

Alfred was taken aback slightly, but quickly regained his frustrated look. "Answer me! Stop actin' like a fuckin' psycho and -"

Kally sprung into action. She kicked at Alfred's stomach, causing him to double over in surprise and pain. "Deary," the girl said in a sickeningly-sweet tone, her insane grin growing wider. "Don't ya know not t' question a madman?" Her face fell and was quickly replaced with a dark, disgusted scowl.

"Have ya no decency? Only a fool would question a madman, much less attack 'im! How dare ya, sir, how dare ya!"

Alfred watched her in a (somewhat) terrified awe. He didn't expect this

(madman)

psychopath to attack him and start screaming at him. No; he expected her to scream, to run away in fear, crying. But this? This was uncalled for.

"Okay, listen, kid," he muttered, standing up straightly. "We just need your help. Now, we could do this the easy way, or the -"

Bam. Another hit, but this time, it was a punch to the jaw. Alfred gave out another long stream of cusses as he gripped the bat tightly. He looked up, glaring coldly. "Oh, ya wanna play, lil' bitch? Let's play, then."

Kally smirked and jumped up, atop a trash can. She tore off the lid and tossed it at him, screeching with laughter.

Alfred simply batted it away, denting it and causing it to slam into a wall with a loud clang. Kally winced slightly, but wouldn't surrender so easily. Her sadistic smile faultered as her amber and emerald eyes narrowed, but she wouldn't let him win. She wouldn't give up.

Kally lay, curled up in a ball, sobbing. Her hair clung to her wet, red cheeks as she howled with sorrow.

"Kally?"

She turned, puffy-eyed, to Night, as he looked curiously at her. The black and white haired young man stepped cautiously forward, kneeling down to her eye level. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Kally sniffled, almost choking on her words. "Th-the oth-ther kids c-called me w-w-weak...Th-they said I-I'd n-n-never b-be able t-t-to fit in..." She wept loudly covering her face with her hands.

For the next few moments (for Kally, they felt like hours), all was silent. Then, out of nowhere:

"Don't give in."

"Huh?" Kally looked into Night's white eyes as he returned the stare with a grim, fierce look of determination.

"Don't give in," he repeated. "Kally, all your life, there are gonna be people who say you're too weak, too stupid, too ugly, too little to do something. What you have to do when this happens, is look back at them and say 'Watch me.' Don't let them win. Don't give up. Prove them wrong, and just sit back and laugh when they start to regret their words."

She wouldn't give up. She'd keep fighting. She'd prove them wrong.

A small frown ghosted her lips as she looked to Alfred, glaring daggers. She rushed at him, balling up her fist. She'd get him in the jaw like last time. Make him regret what he'd said. What he would say. She couldn't be weak. She couldn't -

Now was his chance.

Alfred swung the bat, slamming it into Kally's side. Her eyes widened in pain as she was flung across the street. Gravity cruelly stopped her with a dumpster, causing her to crash into it and fall into a bloodied heap on the ground.

The scrap of a girl rested on her hands and knees, panting heavily. Her left hand automatically went to her side, lightly grazing her wound. She bit back tears and a pained scream. Shit, it stung like fuckin' Hell.

Kally tried desperately to get up again, to show she had more fight in her. But a quick, stabbing pain in her leg caused her to forget everything. A frightened scream escaped her lips as her eyes met bluish-pink ones.

"Deary...t's not very polite to disrespect your elders, don't you think?"

YUSH, DIS IS CONTINUED! XD What can I say? I was skimming through my reviews and my stories one day, and I see people want me to continue this! I'm so happy, that I'm ACTUALLY replying to the reviews right here. X3 I appreciate y'all, so here goes!

Oniongrass: "Exactly! ^^ I haven't seen many of these stories around, so I decided to get up off my lazy butt and write my own. XD"

XIIIXV: "Hetalia - Axis Powers is pretty much the countries personified. ^^ Wikipedia explains this better than I do XD And for that, originally, I was stuck. I had to turn to my bromacho pirate Facebook wifey, Jill, for help, and she suggested this. Now that I'm rereading it, she was right; having her flip out and panic was way too obvious. Somethin' like that's boring, so having her snap makes it a lot more interesting and exciting (Also: I'm working on 'Of Rebels and Blackbloods', really; it's just family matters have been getting in the way, and I don't really feel like writing for other peoples' characters when I'm stressed. ^^')."

Warrior orb5: "Aw, thanks! ^^ I'm so glad you like it. And XD You're giving me an idea for the next chapter when you say 'cupcakes'...0.o XD"

ElizabethHoWay: "Thanks! I'm glad you like it."

P.S.: Forgive me if this sucks; I ORIGINALLY wanted to write as the REGULAR England and America, but I can't act out canon characters, so hey, why not EVIL canon characters? XD

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia. Or these words or this font. They belong to a dictionary and the computer. I DO own Kally and Night, but that's pretty much it. I also own this plot, this laptop, and a tie-dye teddy bear! ^^