Author's Note: Gaaah! I love this chapter! Because stuff happens and I can't hold in my excitement! We're finally moving on ya'll WE'RE FINALLY MOVING ON! :D Enjoy!

Paranoid Moment: ...wait, if I love this so much that means it's probably not that good... *sob* enjoy...i guess.

Alfred suddenly opened his eyes to himself in a black room with nothing but himself and a mirror. He looked around to see that there was nothing there, then looked in the mirror and yelled in horror. He was morbidly obese and couldn't believe his eyes, but as soon as he looked for himself he was the skinniest thing he'd ever seen. His fingers were so small that he saw one of them break off and fall to the floor. That freaked him out more, until he heard the voices.

"You're in idiot,"

"Look what you've done to the world,"

"You're a failure,"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Alfred cried.

The insults started to swirl around his head getting louder and louder.

"Obese,"

"You're fat,"

"Disgusting,"

"A disgrace,"

"A nuisance,"

"Just die,"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

As he yelled louder and louder the voice grew louder, and his body began to grow fatter in the mirror and in real life more of his body parts to started to come off until his eyes fell out one by one along with his head coming off and fell to the ground. Alfred sprung from his bed in a cold sweat to see that it was just a nightmare. He'd never felt so bad in his life. Usually if he felt down he'd eat something to comfort himself. He wanted to eat something. He needed to eat something. He turned on his lamp and saw that the burger fries and drink were still in the same place as earlier today. He couldn't take it anymore and gorged down the burger, fries, and drink (even though it was mostly water since the ice melted) in a matter of minutes. He'd never felt so much more like himself in so long. When he finished he realized he needed to pee, so he went into the bathroom and then saw his face. He saw that there was sauce from the burger all over his face and felt disgusted. He cheated again. Then he thought about how he ate all that popcorn in the movies and how buttery it was. He might as well have eaten a stick of butter down his throat. He quickly went straight for the toilet to purge out all the food when he heard someone grabbed the usual finger he'd use to throw up with.

"I knew it," Arthur said as he held onto Alfred's finger.

"Iggy, when did you—"

"I heard you yelling in your sleep and went to see if you were alright or not. Looks like you lied to me," he squeezed Alfred's finger as he said those words.

"Iggy you're hurting my finger—"

Arthur wasn't about to cry again, but he sure felt that he was just stabbed in the heart. He let go of Alfred's finger and went back into Alfred's bedroom. He rubbed his temple from frustration.

"Iggy please…"

"That's it, I'm leaving right now Alfred, and I'm coming back with help,"

"W-what? Wait!"

Arthur turned around with a serious expression and tone, "Alfred, you may not see it or you're just plain lying to me, but you need help. I'm just going to sit here and watch you slowly die until it's too late," he went to his room to pack his things and Alfred followed pleading him not to do anything.

"You're not changing my decision, it's final. I care too much about to just let you do this to yourself, and myself alone is not going to help you get back to normal," Arthur said firmly.

"You don't have to do this; you don't have to do anything! Please Iggy stop I don't want this to turn into a big deal…It's not like anyone would care anyways."

Arthur stopped packing and turned around, "What did you say?"

"No one cares."

"How could you say that? Of course everyone cares—"

"NO THEY DON'T! No one cares about me. They probably don't even care that I'm starving myself and purging all the time. They'll love to see me like this; weak, trembling, and unstable. I've done too much stupid shit in the world for anyone to really care about me anymore."

"Alfred that's nonsense, everyone cares about you. Sure, you've done some things that weren't very smart, but everyone does those at some point in their lives—"

"But I've abused that! I've done it so many fucking times to the point no one wants to give me another chance to do something right. It's always one step forward and two steps back! I know Russia, France, Germany, China, Canada, Cuba, North Korea, Japan, heck I bet deep down inside you're enjoying seeing me like this."

"I out of everyone care about you the most you git! It hurts to see you like this; it gives me no pleasure at all!"

"Please you know you've waited to see me fall! You've been waiting since that faithful day at Yorktown!"

"…Alfred you know I don't like to talk about that,"

"Well I'm talking about it anyways! You hated how much your precious colony you lost became the most powerful country in the world and the things that I've decided throughout my existence! Now karma has come and stabbed me in the back and you're loving every single drop of blood and tear that's fallen onto the ground that's come from me."

Arthur didn't know how to respond to the hurting (yet deep) response, so he just turned around and continued packing his things without saying a word.

"Fine! Leave! It's not like I care anyways! I'm going back to bed," Alfred left in a rage back to his room where he slammed the door, which made Arthur flinch again from the sound of it.