A/N: The long awaited sequel to The Hands Clean fic from the first chapter is here! Ok, so itwasn't THAT long awaited. As promised, it is longer and angstier. But there is a plot twist. A weird one because I like all of my characters and don't want to make anyone truly bad. I'm such a sap :/. Well, read and review as always!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia but Himaruya-san is back! So who cares? :D

It's been four years since I was an intern at Arthur's modeling agency. Since then I have jumped from being an intern to being a model to being the VP. Arthur is still the twenty six year old CEO. He always was perfect. I guess that's why he couldn't handle someone like me anymore. I remember the break up. It was like a slap in the face. I just saw him with Francis Bonnefoy (his newest model) one morning and they were pretty hitting it off well. Too well. Francis was touching Arthur's lower back when they walked in. My Arthur's lower back. And worst of all, he looked like enjoyed it! I was so overcome with jealousy that I stormed into his office, grabbed his always perfect tie, and kissed him as hard as I could. He moaned into it and then I slammed him against the wall. "What the fuck are you doing with that French whore?!"

Arthur turned away. He looked ashamed of himself. I relaxed my shoulders. Maybe I just misunderstood it. Maybe they were just close friends right? Yeah, that was it.

"Alfred, I'm breaking up with you!"

I laughed. "Artie, April fool's day was LAST week ok-" His green eyes pierced into my heart. He was dead serious. It was a slap in the face that I was replaced like this so quickly. My eyesight felt hazy even though I was wearing my glasses.

"Why? It's my immaturity isn't it? It's ok! I can fix that! I promise you I'll fix myself ok? We can get through this right? Like we always do right babe?" I pleaded. I desperately hoped he was just pulling some really bad British joke on me.

Arthur sighed, "Alfred. It's not you, I've just known Francis my whole life and I've...I've come to love him. I just can't change that fact. You're a wonderful man and I'm thankful for our time together but...I've moved on. And you need to too."

I couldn't believe this. He replaced me with Francis of all people. I heard the guy had gotten so drunk he streaked through the city of Paris on Christmas. I wonder if he's perverted like me. Once I had gone down on Arthur in a theater. We were watching Captain America and we were one of the few in the theater. Arthur had mentioned how much Chris Evans (the guy who played the Captain) looked like me without glasses. This really got me going and well, we had to do a lot of cleaning up at the theatre.
Yet he was replacing me. How did this even happen? How can you stop loving someone when you're at the height of your relationship? We were planning to move in together, maybe even get married. It was legal in our state. What hindered him? Had I not payed attention? Was it because of my age? Was he forced to break it off because someone had found out?
All these questions were killing me. Dammit! I could feel my eyes watering. I blinked them away quickly. No crying. I had to take this like a man.
Arthur sighed, "Alfred. I want you to know that you are still my friend and colleague. If you need a day or two off I will be more than-"
"No! I'll be fine!" I said with a fake smile.
I wonder if he knew which of my smiles were fake anymore.
Arthur looked at me with suspicion. "A-Are you sure Alfred?"
I made my smile even more confident. "Hell yeah! Heroes don't take a day off! Why should I?"
Arthur gave me a small smile filled with sympathy. "Well alright then. Well we're done for the day so you can go gather your things Alfred."
I chuckled sheepishly, "Oh...yeah...heh."
I didn't like to show when I was upset. And Arthur used to know that. I should've seen it coming. He had been different ever since that business trip to Paris. It was like when I talked he would just force a grin. I thought it was stress or maybe he was frustrated about the company. We were doing fairly well but there had been rumors of some child pornography going on without our knowledge. The photographer responsible had been arrested but it left a mark. We were still doing well though. Me and Arthur made sure of that. Now I'm not so sure. I may have fooled Arthur into thinking I was ok but all I really wanted to do was stick a knife in Francis's throat. Although I couldn't blame him for Arthur's change in heart. Arthur. He had betrayed me for a French whore. I wonder if he spoke eloquently as they supposedly did. As I walked out of the building to my car, I saw Ivan Braginsky. I never really liked the guy considering how creepy he was but I needed a distraction. I walked up to him with extreme caution.
******The Cross I bear******
Ivan was aggressive that was for sure. Arthur and I usually fought for dominance but Ivan just crushed me with his massive physique. He made me scream so loud I scratched my nails against his back. I hope Arthur felt that while he screwed with the French whore. When I woke up the next morning from that interesting experience I grabbed my things, got dressed, and bolted out. I needed to make sure Ivan knew that was a one night stand. Plus, the VP has more responsibility than a model anyway. I probably sound like a jerk but Ivan was just trying to get away from his sister. And he had a right to. She was
frightening! She chased him around saying 'Marry me! Marry me!'. That's too much love for a brother. Anyway as I walked in, I saw Arthur and a model. More specifically, a French model. Just perfect. I could showcase all the marks on my neck.

"Hey Francis! Arthur." I gave them my trademark smirk. Francis seemed to get the hint and stared at my exposed neck with an impressed look.

"My my Alfred, seems you had a busy night. Out camping or is it what I think it is?" said an excited French frog.

I pulled a shocked Arthur close to me and seductively whispered, "It's exactly what you think." I then proceeded to blow into his ear (I knew it got him turned on) and walked away with a smile of confidence. I looked back quickly to give a wink and saw Francis shocked and Arthur blushing furiously. I bet he'll be thinking of me when he fucks the French frog. Success.

Frankly, I never cared for fashion despite working at a modeling agency. But ever since Arthur broke it off I felt like I should Since I didn't have anyone holding me back. So today I was wearing a very tight and revealing red v neck and dark, skin tight jeans. I also wore a leather band on my arm and a silver ring. My Ray Bans rested on my head as I walked towards the elevator. Damn did I look good. Speaking of the devil, I saw Arthur in the elevator. I decided to stand next to him and comment on what a nice day it was. He looked at me questioningly, "Alfred, it's raining. You said you hated rain?"
I sighed, "Shows how much you know..."
Arthur gasped, "Look Alfred if this is about Francis then-"
That does it. This was getting stupid and it was pissing me off. "It isn't about Francis. This is about you Arthur. Hasn't it always been?" I saw my reflection on the mirror behind Arthur. I was seething with rage and my eyes were full of icy blue fury. Hell I should've been an actor and been the next Jack Nicholson. I could totally do a remake of The Shining.
Arthur was shocked. He tried to make himself bigger than me but I could tell he was trembling. He finally spoke up, "S-Stop this Alfred. This is beneath you. You're much more mature than this."
I smirked, "You obviously didn't know me then. Don't you know Arthur, that I'm never mature?"
Arthur's face turned white. He looked like he was going to heave right there. His eyes were bloodshot and the usually vivid emerald green had been replaced by a dry olive. I wondered whether I had gone too far. I began to reach out my hand when he looked at me with seething rage.
"So this is how it's going to be huh Alfred?" screamed Arthur. "You're going to be an immature prat as usual!"
Again, I was getting sick of this. Luckily the elevator opened and I walked out calmly. I could tell he was getting even more pissed off. But being a "Gentleman", he had to calm down. Now that I think about it how could I even love Arthur? He drank himself stupid, he lied and pretended to be something he wasn't, he argued over every little thing, and his cooking sucked! I was tired, tired of Arthur and myself frankly. I had him written all over me. His scent of tea and roses still littered my bed sheets and my closet. And my scent (which he claimed was coffee and honeysuckle) probably still lingered on him too. In fact I could smell it on his suit and it was making me sick to my stomach. I needed to run away somewhere to think. And just as I was contemplating that, my good friend Kiku (our photographer) showed up. He always had a good taste in video games and always read the atmosphere or whatever.
"Hello Alfred-san. You don't well today. Is everything alright?"
I guess I could tell Kiku what happened. He knew about our relationship (don't ask me how, I don't know how he knew either!) so there was no harm in telling him.
******The Cross I bear******
Kiku's eyes widened. I didn't think the guy could ever be that emotional. "A-are you sure Arthur is in love with Francis?"
I nodded my head slowly. I felt a lump in my throat too. It hurt hearing it out loud.
"But you two had the red strings of love! I'm sure of it..." said a puzzled Kiku.
I rose my brow, "Red string of love?"
Kiku nodded. "Hai. There is a legend in my country that everyone has an invisible red string that leads them to their loved one. If it is tangled it means that the two will encounter some difficulty. I was sure that you and Arthur-san had that connection. There is something wrong here. Do you not think it is odd that Francis-kun has not been with Matthew-san in a long time?"
I gulped. Matthew Williams was my step brother. He's the editor for our magazine. But I haven't seen him around lately. I wonder where he went off to.
I sighed, "Thanks for trying to cheer me up Kiku but maybe we just don't have that connection."
Kiku scrunched his nose and then reverted back to normal. "I'm going to dinner with Heracles and Elizaveta. Would you like to come?"
I wondered if I should sulk or go out and sulk on the inside. Neither sounded particularly appealing. "Where are you guys going?"
"The Paper Lantern, where Yao works."
Ah Yao Wang, the Chinese culinary genius. He had an awesome restaurant right by our workplace. I could go for some fried rice right about now. "Sure, I'll come with you guys." I gave him the best smile I could pull together.
Kiku sighed, "Alfred-san, try smiling a little more naturally."
I widened my eyes. "Will do Kiku."
The ground seemed like a more appealing place to look right about now.
******The Cross I bear******
Elizaveta smiled at me sympathetically, "You should call him. Tell him you're sorry for yelling at him."
I groaned, "I feel terrible but I was just really pissed off is all. It's like I was drunk but I actually remember everything." I hid my face with my hands out of shame. Elizaveta smiled and began to play with her phone. Heracles and Kiku whispered to each other about something. Probably about me.
Elizaveta handed me her phone. I gave her a questioning look. "I'm calling Arthur. Now apologize!"
I frantically began to shake my head and tried to give her back the phone but she wouldn't budge. "Do it or I'm getting my fry pan!"
I couldn't say no to that. I gulped and held the phone near my ear. The voice on the other line greeted me with his usual hello. Arthur. He sounded busy.
"H-hello Arthur?" I said in a voice that sounded too squeaky.
"Alfred is that you?"
"Yeah, I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner but I wanted to apologize for my behavior this morning. And I hope it doesn't affect our business relationship in any way..."
Arthur sighed heavily. "Yes I apologize too. We were both acting rather childish weren't we?"
I gulped. "Yeah...so how's your beau?"
He sounded shaky. "Oh um...he's fine. Fine fine fine. Well I've got to go! See you in the morning Alfred!"
He hung up.
"That was weird..."
Elizaveta took back her phone. "What happened?"
My vision was hazy and my head hurt. "He, he hung up on me..."
Elizaveta and Kiku both patted my shoulders and told me encouraging words. Even Heracles, as lazy and stoic as he was, looked concerned. Yao decided to let us go, free of
charge.
The rest of my night was spent playing video games with Kiku.
******The Cross I bear******
When I woke up, my phone started ringing, again.
I scrambled to get some pants on and answer the phone.
"H-hello?" I said shakily.
"Hey Al. Where are you right now?" said a meek and quiet voice.
"Mattie?! Dude! I'm at my place. Where are you?!"
"I'm at the hospital. I was in a coma for a few weeks..."
A coma? Why was he so calm about this? "A coma?! Bro, how are you so calm about this?!"
He chuckled, "It's fine Al. By the way, how has Francis been? The doctors said he was really worried but he hasn't come back since last week..."

How could I break it to him? Him and Francis were like me and Arthur. They were an item. "Wait Matt, how did this happen? I'm heading over there but don't hang up on me ok?"

"Actually I was taking a shortcut home one day and I just remember the last thing I saw was a hooded man with a pipe."
"A hooded man with a- what? Are you serious?! But why? Is there someone after you?" I asked. Even then that was no excuse for someone to attack my brother!
He stuttered a bit before he replied. Odd. "N-no. Not after me. But maybe there was someone after...Francis..."
"The french whore? Well yeah probably. He probably didn't please his client or some-"
"ALFRED THIS IS SERIOUS!"
He shouted.
I breathed shakily, "Sorry Matt...but who do you think would've done it? And there's something you need to know about Francis Matt."
He coughed on the other line. "What is it?"
I got out of my car and walked towards the hospital. "I'm at the hospital so I'll tell you when I get to your room."
When the nurse showed me to his room I ran as fast as I could. When I opened the door, I felt as if I couldn't speak. My step brother looked as if he hadn't eaten in years. He was bony and frail. His eyes were a pale blue rather than their usual deep violet. He looked lifeless laying on that bed. I gulped, "Have you heard about me and Arthur?"
He cocked his eye brow, "What about you and Arthur?"
Another gulp, "He uh...left me...for Francis."
His eyes widened and I think I was going to dry heave. The poor kid looked like he was gonna cry. Now I was even more upset at Francis. First he hurt me, then he hurt my brother. He crossed the line!
I clenched my fist and my teeth as tight as I could. "Al?" I turned to see a smiling Matthew.
"Why are you smiling?" I asked.
"Because I know what's going on idiot." he grinned.
I groaned, "Well tell me! I'd like to know why the guy I love just upped and left!"
He smirked, "So you admit you love him?"
My face went red. "S-so?"
He chuckled, "Anyway..." His face darkened a bit. "A couple of days before my accident, Francis had been getting strange phone calls and emails from someone."
Wow this sounded serious. "Did he ever find out who?"
Matthew looked out the window, pondering. "I don't know...I think he did and that's why he's staying away from me..."
"Wait, then why would he go after Arthur?" I asked. I swear if Arthur gets hurt because of this, I won't forgive Francis.
Matthew shrugged, "It's probably a cover up. Arthur's stronger than you think. He is older than you, you know."
A cover up? That would explain a lot. Wait, no...I slept with Ivan because I thought Arthur really...
"Al? Are you ok?" said Matthew.
"Matt, I have to go. I made a huge mistake!" I said.
Matthew smiled sympathetically. "Ok, I understand. Go to him."
I ran as fast as I could. Then I heard footsteps behind me.

A/N: There's a third part! Because I need to have a happy ending! The song shall be everything, another Alanis song because I love her! By the way if you were wondering about Alfred's rage mode early on it was because he had just been dumped. Pretty brutally too. It kind of messed with his psyche and screwed him up. But when he started thinking clearly and realizing what he had done. He decided to run back to Arthur and apologize. (This didn't happen in the song but I wish it did). :)
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