Woo... Someone else's point of view! Yaya! Anyway, I know just everyone was wondering what happened to our beloved hero! Here's a hint. Read down below.

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Chapter 10

2 Hours Earlier

Alfred Jones sat on the couch, remote in hand as he flipped through the channels. He was bored, very, very, bored. Ever since Matthew left, the house felt a little bit emptier than normal. But eh, nothing to get all worked up over, right?

A sigh escaped his lips; his elbow was propped up on the arm of the couch with his cheek resting against his fist. What could he do? Arthur's not here and either is Matthew.

The Briton had work today, it was the night shift; Alfred did not envy the older man. But the latter one went off to do god knows what and left the American here to fend for himself while the fucking commie bastard lie upstairs, sick and sleeping.

If that bastard needs water or food, he can get it himself. No way in hell is Alfred going to do anything for him! He'd be out of his mind!

The blonde's shoulders began to slump and drool dripped from the edge of his bottom lip as his eyes drooped. It was late, only 1. But he was tired, he wanted to sleep but he wanted to wait for Matthew to get back. Whatever the hell the boy was doing was beyond Alfred!

Only, he was getting tired of waiting. So with that thought, his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep.

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Jolting awake, Alfred turned to the clock. It was just turning 1:50. He'd only slept not even an hour? Oh well. The TV was on static noise and the lights were still on, and Matthew wasn't home yet.

Where the hell is he? Alfred thought, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn.

His stretching was interrupted when a loud thump was heard upstairs, startling the American. Uh…

Getting up slowly, he looked around the room to find his baseball bat in the corner where he had left it yesterday when he went to practice. Picking it up, he started towards the stairs and stopped to look up.

It was dark, very dark. The light only reached so high before it faded off into a pitch black that Alfred couldn't see into.

But he wasn't scared! Not at all, he was the hero! He'll hit whoever it is over the head and if it turned out to be Ivan, he'll just say the bastard was trying to corrupt his innocent mind.

Fucktard would deserve it.

The blond lifted his right foot and set it on the first step, wincing from the loud creak that filled the silent room. Bad! This will be bad if he hears!

Bringing up his other foot, he tried to not concentrate on the sounds the stairs were making as he stared up into the darkness.

Better not be a ghost! He'll kill it if it tries to pop out and scare him!

Finally at the top of the stairs, he heard the sound coming from one of the rooms but he couldn't figure out which one…

Then he saw it.

That one metal door, remember? Yeah, it was wide open and shadows were dancing around on the inside.

Alfred immediately pressed his back to the wall on the same side of the door and inched closer to it. His body began to shake, O-Oh… It's just the wall! T-The wall is scared, hah, hah, I'll… I'll protect it though! He kept telling himself that. But once his breathing began ragged, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, counting down from 10 like Iggy told him to.

The American began to open his eyes-

"FFFUUU-AAHHH!" And swung the bat right smack dab into the side of Ivan's face.

Ivan tumbled to the floor and grabbed at the side of his face that had just been introduced to Alfred's now bloodied bat. "Oh, shit! Ivan, I'm sorry! You scar-startled me!"

The Russian's violet gaze fixed itself on the American and he smiled, staggering up. That hit really took a lot out of him; the little boy is stronger than he looks, da?

Ivan stepped over to Alfred, who had stepped back afterwards when he noticed the taller man was advancing. Oh hell no! The commie bastard better no-

Alfred fell to the ground after receiving a punch to the face and gave a small cry of pain. "F-fuck!" He shouted, grabbing onto his nose that had begun to bleed.

"Oh, I am sorry, Alfred. You startled me." He smiled sweetly,

"…Dick…"

"Mmm… Don't be that way, da. Here," Ivan held out his hand for Alfred to take and after a suspicious glare, the American hesitantly took the hand in which Ivan pulled Alfred up quickly and punched him back down to the ground. Once the blond lie on his back to hold his nose, Ivan settled himself with straddling the younger man's waist and pulling a knife out of his pants pocket.

"W-What are you doing!"

"Something I should have done a long time ago…" The smile was back, seeming to be a tad bit more menacing, if that were possible.

He brought up the knife but cried out when a loud smack rang through the hallway when the palm of Alfred's hand met Ivan's cheek.

Within the small moment Alfred had to get away, he had managed to get the heavy lug off of him and get up only to stagger into a wall. He glanced back to see the Russian getting up, clad in a glare and smile.

Once Ivan made it by the door, his eyes darted to the metal when it slammed shut and back to the man who jumped from the loud sound. It seems someone has come out to play with us, Alfred… Ivan thought with a grin.

"Shit…" Alfred muttered, looking for anywhere to hide. He ran into his room where Ivan quickly followed and they danced around the bed. The Russian quickly got fed up with the little came of catch and leapt over the bed to the blond who yelped, getting out of reach.

The American ran out of the room and down the hall, glancing back to see that Ivan was following, what am I going to d-

Alfred realized that his foot somehow managed to find an area where there wasn't any floor, but stairs and miscalculated and fell face first into another step before stumbling down them.

After a few front flips and hitting his head against the stairs, he made it to the bottom where he lies until he heard the familiar creak of heavy footsteps descending the stairs. Fuck, can I never get a break?

Alfred groaned, arching his back as he attempted to sit up. Everything was hurting from that fall and his jaw was in pain as well. "Damn you."

Ivan chuckled, "Come on, Alfred. You can do more than that, can't you? Or have I misjudged…"

Alfred growled in annoyance. This was really beginning to piss him off.

Finally, he was able to stand up on shaky legs and look up into those evil violet eyes that glinted with sadistic pleasures. This man is insane. If only Mattie had listened to him sooner, this wouldn't have happened!

Before he could move or react, he felt something going through his stomach and blood immediately came up and out his mouth. Alfred coughed, trying to breathe through the pain that was now coursing through every single nerve in his body.

With his last bit of strength, he kicked Ivan in the nuts and staggered backwards when the larger mans hold on him went limp and he fell to the ground.

Even insane men are sensitive down there, remember that.

Coughing up more blood, Alfred pulled the knife out of his stomach and threw it to the ground. The blood was gushing out, coming out in a freaking stream and he had no way to stop it, he had no one to help.

"Arthur…" He gasped, limping over to the stairs. Alfred fell onto them and began to drag himself up them, please help… I don't want to die alone…

Pulling himself up once more, he grabbed onto the wall, blood from his hands smearing against it as he used it as leverage to walk down the hallway. His destination…

His and Arthur's bedroom.

"Iggy…" Alfred whispered, making it to the doorway. He walked only a few steps in before he collapsed on his back. But with a smile on his face, he had seen it. At least he had seen it. The picture of Arthur and him, only a few months ago, in front of a bar they had left…

"Alfred! I want to go home! We have no time for any pictures!"

The voice still rang clear in his head from that night when he had asked someone to take a picture of them. The bar was closing in only a few days after then and he didn't want to forget it before it was torn down.

"Please, Iggy! Please, please, please!"

"Oh… Fine, only one!"

The smile stayed on Alfred's lips as he closed his eyes. He got to see it…

He was able to see his Iggy one last time…

"I l-love you, Arthur…" He whispered before everything went black.

"Yeah, I love you too… You git…"