Hi guys. sorry it's been a while since the last update. I finally found some Hetalia sims for sims 2... well, most of Hetalia anyway. I cannot find the Axis Powers ANYWHERE!
Anywho's here's chapter 3. Chapter 4 will be posted later today or tomorrow. Enjoy, rate, and review!

"WHAT!?" Alfred bellowed bursting out of the door, racing to Arthur's room. Toris, Berwald, and Feliks tried to keep up, but to no avail. Alfred arrived at Arthur's door, and violently bashed his fist onto the door. "I thought I told you to come down to dinner?!" He shouted.

"I'm not hungry." Arthur replied. Alfred was taken back, as he wasn't use to not getting his way.

"You come out or I'll…" He looked around. "I'll break down the door!"

"Um…master?" Feliks spoke up. Alfred turned and glared at him. "I…I could be wrong…but, like…this might be the wrong approach…"

"Please…" Toris begged. "Be a gentleman…"

"He's being difficult…" Alfred growled.

"Gentle." Berwald scold. Alfred turned to the door again.

"…will you come to dinner?" Alfred asked.

"No." Arthur said firmly. Alfred turned to the others and pointed at the door.

"See?!"

"Be nice…" Toris said, smiling.

"It would be my honor to have you for dinner…" Alfred said, bowing to the door.

"… Say please…" Feliks whispered.

"…please?" Alfred added.

"No thank you." Arthur said.

"You can't stay in there forever!"

"Yes I can." With that, Alfred snapped.

"Fine. Then go ahead and STARVE!" He shouted as loud as he could before turning to the servants who were cowering together. "If he doesn't eat with ME, then he doesn't eat at ALL!" Alfred snapped before storming away. The three servants sighed.

"That didn't go well." Berwald said.

"Feliks, watch the door, please. Arthur might change his mind." Toris said.

"Like, got it!"

"Come on. Let's clean up." Berwald said, hopping towards the kitchen, Toris close behind.

Alfred slammed his bedroom door shut.

"I ask him nicely but he rejects me. ME!" Alfred snapped, kicking a wooden chair across the room, causing it to shatter upon impact. "What, does he want me to beg!?" He grabbed an old-looking hand held mirror. "Show him to me." He commanded. The glass on the mirror swirled before and image of Arthur and Liz showed up.

"Alfred's really a nice guy. You should get to know him." Liz said as Arthur sobbed into one of his pillows.

"I don't want to. I don't want to have anything to do with him!" Arthur snapped back. Alfred sat the mirror down.

"I'm just making a fool of myself. He'll only see me as a monster…" Alfred said, turning to a rose protected by a glass case. "It's hopeless…"

Later that night, Arthur slowly opened the door to his bedroom. He looked around. He didn't see anyone, and started walking off towards the staircase. Feliks, who had fallen asleep while on guard duty, awakened to the sound of footsteps. He opened his eyes in time to see Arthur walk down the stairs.

"He's, like, up!"

In the kitchen, Toris, Berwald, and Tino were finishing up the kitchen.

"I cannot believe this! I work so hard and that ungrateful brat ruins perfectly good food!" Whined the Stove, Yao. Berwald sighed.

"Can't be helped."

"Alfred did say please." Tino pointed out.

"But his temper is as horrible as ever. He's got to have that under control." Toris added. The door creaked open, and Arthur popped his head in.

"Um…hello…" He said. Tino smiled and hopped over to him.

"Hello Arthur! Are you hungry?" He asked.

"I am." He said. Tino turned to Berwald and Yao, smiling.

"Guys! He's hungry! Everyone, places!" He said.

"But…but Alfred said-" Toris began.

"Oh, hush. I will not let the boy starve." Yao scold. "By the looks of him, he already is."

"I can't help that I'm scrawny!" Arthur snapped. Yao laughed.

"I'm Yao, the cook. Now sit back and get ready to have the best meal of your life." He said. Within minutes, the table in front of Arthur was full of food. "Now, eat up and enjoy!" Arthur gaped at the amount of food.

"I…I don't think I could eat all of this…"

"Master can, but he has an inhuman appetite." Said a wok in the cabinets. "I am Ling, Yao's brother." He said.

"Hello." Arthur said.

"Go on, eat!" Yao said. Not needing any more urging, Arthur dove right in and ate a good majority of the food before he stopped.

"I can't eat another bite." He said. "I've never had anything so delicious before." Yao smiled.

"Thank you." Arthur turned to Toris and Feliks.

"I don't think I got to meet either of you." He said.

"I'm Feliks."

"Toris." Toris bowed. "It is an honor to have you as our guest."

"By any chance, do you think you could give me a tour? This is my first stay in an enchanted castle." Arthur said. Feliks nodded and hooked his arm around Toris.

"Of course! Toris happens to be an expert!" Feliks smiled, causing Toris to blush.

"Well…I suppose it's alright…"

At that, the three went walking down the hall. After exploring the first floor, they travel to the second and came across two huge statues at the foot of a staircase. One was an angel and one was a gargoyle.

"Like, hi Lili! Hi Vash!" Feliks smiled, waving. The angel waved back.

"Hello. Oh, you must be the visitor." The angel said. "I'm Lili. This is my big brother Vash." She motioned to the gargoyle.

"Hi." He said.

"A pleasure. My name is Arthur."

"Are you guys off to hear the orchestra?" Lili asked.

"Orchestra?" Arthur asked.

"Like, yeah. We have a small one. Come on, like we'll introduce you to them!"

The three scurried down the hall until they came across two huge double doors. Feliks opened it up, and inside was a concert hall.

"Ve~. Everyone together, alright?" Said the metronome on the podium.

"Hey, idiota, where are we starting at?" A harp in the back barked.

"Oh, measure four." The metronome replied before turning to face the others. "Oh, visitors! Everyone take five!" He hopped off the podium and over to the group. "Ve, you must be the pretty boy everyone's been talking about! I'm Feliciano Vargas, conductor of the orchestra!" He cheered. Arthur chuckled.

"I'm Arthur. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Feliciano, we should be practicing." Snapped the organ in the corner. "Wait…Toris?" He called.

"Hello Roderich." Toris replied back. "How are you?"

"I've been better. How's Elizabeta?" He asked.

"She's doing well. She said she was going to come visit you soon." He said, causing the organ to blush.

"That's…nice…"

"Hello!" Came a feminine voice. Arthur looked around and saw a very happy violin.

"Hello there."

"I'm Meimei." She said. "Welcome to the castle. Everyone, say hello to our new guest." The bonsai tree in the corner cleared its throat.

"I am Kiku Honda. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"Hey, eyebrows!" Called the harp. "My name's Lovino."

"I'm Matthew…" The flute quietly said.

"Emil." Said the acoustic guitar. "And this is my brother Lukas." He motioned to the cymbal.

"Mathias." Said the trumpet, rather loudly. "Hey, have you seen Berwald and Tino? I haven't got to pick on them today…" He snickered.

"Be nice." Said the broom. "Oh, hi, I'm Heracles."

"Well, we'll let you guys go back to rehearsing." Toris said. "We still have much to see."

"Bye bye! Come back soon!" Feliciano said before hopping back to the podium. "Now, from the top everyone!"

Toris, Feliks and Arthur walked down the hall until the met and an intersection. Toris and Feliks went right.

"What's this way?" Arthur asked, walking straight until they stopped him.

"Nothing. Nothing important at all. Just dusty old things…" Toris said. Feliks nodded in agreement. "Wouldn't you rather see the gardens or the library?" Toris asked.

"A library?" Arthur asked excited.

"A library, like, full of cool books." Feliks said, walking off towards the right again.

"Books as far as the eye can see!" Toris said excitedly, chasing after Feliks. Arthur turned to look at them-

-Then kept walking straight.

Toris was right about one thing, the place was full of dusty old things. Cobwebs too. It was messy and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. Arthur was about to turn back when he came across a massive golden door. Engraved on it were the words 'Alfred's Room'. Arthur gently pushed, and the doors easily slid open.

The room beyond the doors was a lot worse. Not only was it dirty, but the furniture was shredded and torn. Arthur couldn't believe any living thing had a room like this. He would have grounded Peter until he was his age if his room ever got this bad. As he investigated the room, he came across a portrait. It was old and worn, and the face had been shredded by what Arthur could only assume was Alfred's claws. The eyes looked similar to Alfred's, but from what Arthur could make out, the person in the picture had blond hair and no horns.

As he focused on the picture, a light caught Arthur's attention. By the balcony, there was a small table, with a beautiful blue rose perched on top of it concealed by a glass case. The rose was floating, and four petals lay under it. Arthur was mesmerized and walked closer. When he was within reach, he lifted the glass case, and reached for the rose to get a closer look, only to hear an unpleasant growl from behind him.

Arthur whirled around just as Alfred dropped from the ceiling. Alfred quickly grabbed the glass case and put it back on the rose before turning to Arthur with a dark expression.

"Do you realize what you could have done?!" Alfred snapped.

"I…I didn't mean…"Arthur began, stumbling away from Alfred, who began to tower over him.

"Get out." He ordered. Arthur got to his feet and started for the door. "GET OUT!"

Arthur bolted out of the door, not looking back. Toris and Feliks, who had noticed he was missing, were waiting by the stairs.

"Deal or no deal, I'm not staying here." Arthur said through tears as he ran outside into the cold.

Arthur ran outside the gates and into the woods. It was only once he stopped to catch his breath that he realized how lost he was.

"Come on, give me a bloody break!" He swore, slamming his fist into the tree. "I want to go home. Peter needs me. I have work to do. I can't stay here." He sat down on the ground and buried his face in his hands. "I just want to go home." A rustle in front of him caught his attention. "Please don't be a wolf…" He grumbled.

It wasn't a wolf. It was a huge, hungry bear. Arthur saw it and took off, not sure what direction he was going in. The bear was close behind him, letting out a monstrous roar. Arthur kept running until he came to a huge drop off. He whirled around and as expected, the bear had stopped not to far behind him. Arthur gulped. This was it. This was how he was going to die. Who was going to take care of Peter now?

The bear lunged, and Arthur shut his eyes awaiting impact. Just as he did, a loud, ear piercing shriek filled the air. Arthur looked up.

Alfred had the bear pinned to the ground.

"Get away from the edge!" Alfred shouted. "You'll fall otherwise!" Arthur ran towards the tree line before looking back. The bear had knocked Alfred off of him and was now attacking him. Alfred let out a few hisses before fighting back. Both became engaged in a fight, clawing, biting and scratching each other until Alfred grabbed the bear, lifted it above his head, and tossed it over the cliff. Alfred turned to Arthur, covered in blood. He gave a weak smile before collapsing onto the ground from exhaustion.

Arthur looked down at Alfred's sleeping form. He could walk away and leave him here…

Instead, Arthur managed to throw Alfred's arm around his shoulder and began carrying him back to the castle.

About an hour later, Arthur and Alfred were sitting by the fireplace. Arthur had bandages, and was trying to mend an extremely reluctant Alfred's wounds. Arthur began wetting a cloth to dab at them. When he looked up, Alfred was lapping away at the wound, causing Arthur to frown.

"That's not helping anything idiot." He said, causing Alfred to snarl. Toris, Feliks, and Tino, who were watching, backed away. Arthur went to place the cloth the wound, but Alfred moved his arm. Arthur tried again only to have Alfred do the same. "Stop moving!" He snapped before finally placing it on wound. Alfred let out a loud howl in pain.

"That hurt you dick!" Alfred snapped.

"If you stopped moving like a baby it wouldn't have!" Arthur snapped back. Alfred blinked.

"If you hadn't taken off I wouldn't be hurt like this!"

"Well if you hadn't given me a bleeding heart attack, I wouldn't have run away!" Alfred opened his mouth but closed it and thought a moment.

"Well…I told you not to go into the west wing!"

"Well you should learn to control that temper!" Arthur took Alfred's arm. "Now don't move. This'll hurt." Arthur said, placing the cloth back on. Alfred growled, but didn't flinch. Arthur began bandaging the wound. "By the way, thank you," He said. "For coming to save me." Alfred looked Arthur in the eyes before smiling.

"You're welcome. It's just what heroes do." He joked. Arthur chuckled.

"You're more of an anti-hero."

"I am not!" Alfred said, laughing.

Chapter 4 is coming soon... unless I get distracted by the sims again...