Alone in the dark, In a place he has never been, Is anyone else here, Only time will tell… America was sitting in a chair asleep, turning his head to the side the side of the device strapped his head made a clanking sound, He groaned ignoring the sound and turned the other way only for it to happen again. "Whaaat..?" he growled not realizing his position, he sat up a tad opening his eyes only to see darkness. He was tempted to stand but decided against it, it was better to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. After a few minutes he still couldn't see "Hello? Dude, Anyone here?" he called out listening for any sort of reply. Huh… Why am I sitting in a chair..? And what's this thing on my head..? He questioned lifting his hands. The strange device seemed to cover his bottom jaw, holding it firmly in place. Also being a head gear, tight enough that even he couldn't break. Suddenly the lights flashed on, Alfred quickly covered his eyes to avoid being blinded. "Ah… W-What the..?" he slowly uncovered his eyes looking around the room, it was a small white room just big enough to be a bedroom. He couldn't see the trap very well from the angle it was in but he knew it was there. "Hello?!" he called out again, noticing a small hole form in the wall. He walked over to the hole that was growing more into a rectangle, like the size of a TV. Which was just what came into view. Alfred watched it as it turned on to static. What is going on here? He thought looking at the screen as it faded. A small puppet was shown on screen, "Hello Alfred Jones… I want to play a game."
Alfred stared at the doll fearfully, this was too much like a horror movie. This couldn't be real, there is no possible way. He sat back into his seat hoping this was all a dream, he closed his eyes tight. "N-Nope… All just a dream…" he mumbled peeking out from one eye, he still saw that puppet sitting there on screen. He tried pinching himself, nope this was real. "A self decided hero aren't ya? I don't think so. You wanted your independence so badly, you wanted it but once you got it you didn't know what to do. You are a lost cause, you're hopeless. So hero, let's see just how independent you are shall we? Let's see if you are able to get the key to your survival. See the trap you have on is my specialty a reverse bead trap. It will rip your jaws right apart isn't that fun? And you only have 3 minutes to get the key and get out, do you have what it takes? Heh well, let the games begin." The puppet chuckled as the screen went back to static and finally shut off. What! Who does this guy think he is?! And what does he mean?! So many questions reeling through the Americans head, but was all silenced as he heard the sound of a door opening. Alfred turned his head and saw there was a open door, he stood up and heard a click. It was the device, he now only had 3 minutes to find that key. He ran over to the door and as quickly as he got there he froze. There strapped to a table was Arthur.
Arthur was gagged and strapped at his head, wrists and ankles. "A-Arthur!" He screamed running over to the Brit. Arthur didn't respond, W-Was he dead?! Was Alfred's first thoughts, tears forming in his eyes. He quickly took the gag out of his mouth feeling relieved that he was still breathing. "A-Arthur wake up! Come on!" he said shaking him, Arthurs eyes fluttered open and he stayed still in a daze. He glanced over at the American and his eyes quickly went wide. "A-Alfred! What is that!?" he looked panicked; Alfred explained to him what the puppet told him. "Well find the Bloody key!" he yelled wanting him to be safe. Alfred looked around the room only to find a tray full of surgical knives and such. "I-I don't see anything!" he said looking at the tray then to Arthur. "Come now! It has to be somewhere!" he replied staring at him worriedly. Alfred unbuttoned Arthurs shirt hoping what he thought would be there, "W-What are you doing?!" Arthur screamed struggling to get out of his bonds. "oh no…" America whispered, there on Arthurs chest was a large X. That puppet is sick! T-This is twisted! Alfred cursed to himself, Arthur watching him unknowingly. "W-What..?" he asked, he wasn't able to look at his chest being strapped down. "T-The key… I-Its inside your chest…" he said a few tears running down his cheek, he couldn't hurt Arthur not him.
Arthur's mouth opened unsure what to say, it was inside him? But that would mean in order for Alfred to live… Arthur would die. Arthur swallowed hard. "Do it." He said sternly trying his best to fight back tears. "W-What…" Alfred couldn't believe him, he was joking. No way did he hear that right. "Do It! I'm telling you! I want you to survive! I don't care what happens to me!" he yelled at the other, Alfred was taken aback he looked at the tray. "B-But I…" he started, picking up one of the knives, He only has about a minute and a half left. Alfred started crying and chucked the knife to the side. "No! I-I can't! I love you to much!" he cried, stepping up beside him. "Alfred! No! Grab that knife!" Arthur choked out tears starting to run down his face. Alfred saw the man struggling, and grabbed his hand gently. "N-No I can't.. I-I can't d-do anything to hurt you.." he sobbed quietly, kneeling down getting closer. "Alfred I don't care! I-I can't let you die! Not here! Not now! Please!" he begged, holding Alfred's hand tightly. "I-I'm sorry… I wish I could have been better, b-but I tired…" he looked down avoiding eye contact, Arthur continued to cry out telling him to kill him, he couldn't imagine living without him he was all he had in the world. "P-Please A-Alfred Don't do this!" he sobbed voice cracking several times. Alfred stood up sensing his time was almost out, these were their last moments together. "Arthur…" he said softly tears running down his face. Arthur looked at him crying uncontrollably he couldn't even at this point, he wanted anything but this, Not Alfred anyone but him.. "I-I love you… And always will… Remember me when Im gone alright…" he whispered, "Alfred! N-No! Don't! You Bloody Git Don't!" Arthur screamed, "I'll be waiting for you…" he said and with that the timer on his headgear buzzed. Arthur closed his eyes tightly screaming out to him, the sound of bones cracking came next, and Arthur felt blood splatter onto his face. "A-Alfred!" he sobbed, feeling his hand go limp in his and fall to the ground along with the rest of the Americans body. "A-Alfred no… P-Please come back! Y-You can't leave me…" he cried. With that the family Arthur once knew was shattered. This was game over.