"Alfred . . . "

"Uh . . "

"Alfred~ . . . "

"W-what is it Tori . . ?" I reach out forward expecting to grab Tori's soft brown hair, but instead I grab curly blond locs. I open my eyes, even without my glasses, I could see it was Francis staring righ tat me, in bed with me, completely naked.

"AGH A FRENCHMAN!" I yell as I crawl away from him, get tangled in the covers, and end up falling on the other side of the bed, bringing all the covers down with me.

"What is wrong Alfred? Terrified to see a sexy man like myself in your bed?" He laughed as he peaked over the bed at me.

"W-what are you doing here?" I mumble as I take the covers off of me.

"What? Didn't Toris tell you? I'm going to help cook today! He went shopping for some more ingredients. Can you believe it, I get you all for myself to-!"

"I MEANT IN MY BED! !" I squeal as I throw the covers at his face.

"-sigh- Look, mind going out for a while? I need to change without you leering over at me," I say as I get up and put my glasses on. He somehow put all of his clothes on as he ran at me and grabbed me by the waist.

"Noooo I want to see you naked too!" He squeals. I make a sour, annoyed face.

"Dude get away from me! I need to start cleaning!" I exclaim as I shove him away and walk slam the door hard. "DON'T FOLLOW ME IN THE BATHROOM EITHER!" I yell. He gets off the floor, his playful smile frowning to a dead serious expression.

"I'm going to have you."

"Aw, where the hell is that vaccum from 20 years from now suppose to be invented?" I exclaim as I pick up big food crums off the couches and the floor. Luckily Toris cleaned some of my pants and shirts so I had somethign new to wear instead f his clothes. I was wearing a shirt and khaki pants, a handkerchief tied on my neck to use to dry the sweat off my forehead. I make a sour face.

"Oh god i hate cleaning. I don't know why Toris does it every day. Must have lots of patience," I mumble to myself as I reach for the broom. I find myself grabbing Francis's hand on the broom as he hands it to me.

"GAH SHOULDN'T YOU BE COOKING? !" I yell nervously as I take the broom form his hand.

"From the sounds of it, it seems you feel guilty about something," he mumbled as he slid onto the couch I just cleaned and tilted his head at me as it rested on th epalm of his hand.

"Oh, I, I have nothing to be nervous about!" I stutter as I start sweaping, avoiding his eye contact. Well its not like I did anything intimate with Toris or anythign that should mak eme uneasy right? Yeah, I just feel nervous cause Francis thinks we did. That bastard! Am I so easy to read? Who am I kidding even I'm pitying my own thoughts!"

"I didn't say nervous, I said guilty. But now that you mention it . . ," he laughs.

"I, h- why were you in my bed this morning? !" Hah! Now your the one that has to explain themselves!

"Me? You looked so cute kissing your pillow, I thought it be nice if I laid next to you and waited for you to hold me liek the pillow. Your such a heavy sleeper," he smiles.

"GAHH YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSE TO BE HONEST!" I yell at him as I playfuly slam the broom on his head.

"What's the matter? Did you and Toris do something you weren't suppose to?" He asks in a serious tone now. I sigh and turn to him.

"We slept together, not like having sex and sleep together, but, we slept in the same bed so close, and we . . . we almost kissed," I utter as I stare at the floor, " I feel guilty because he likes me and I don't want to make him have his hopes up for me."

"I see. Guilt is what's eating you. But tell me, you wouldn't be feeling guilty about that if you didn't feel wrong or regreted it. Do you think it was wrong or regret it?" Asked Francis. I looked up to him confused.

"I . . I don't know honestly. Knowing someone likes me makes me feel I guess, nicer? Not like pity nice but, I feel like I respect him more now. I don't want to leave him like me, like you said," I say.

"Hmm, so your saying he has a chance at you? Did he . . . did he mention how he thinks you'd like him if you would have met him first?" Asked Francis.

"Yes, h-he did. I didn't know what to tell him. Because somewhere in me, a voice was telling me I would have. But its about meeting someone at the right place and perfect time, right?"

"No," said Francis in a serious voice. I look at him taken back. I was sure he'd say yes.

"W-why no?" I ask nervously as I turn to him. I thought my small piece of advice for myself was correct for me to follow.

"Because, sometimes its just about knowing someone who loves you, like I do," he whispered as he stood up from the couch and stood in front of me, slightly taller than me.

"W-what are you talking about?" I mumble nervously smiling. He just stares seriously at me.

"N-no Francis . . . not you . . ," I mumble finally understanding his silence. All of a sudden, he grabs me by the shoulders and slams me on the rug of the floorboards. I felt the back of my head throb a little, as I coughed. I had lost my breath for a sec from the impact. My vision went a little blurry itself.

"Why not me? Huh? Can't I love you too? !" Yelled Francis, shaking me slightly, as he looked at me with a desperate and scary face.

"Because . . . I shouldn't have so many people tell me they like me all of a sudden," I mumble. I can see my comment makes him more angry. I shrug as he lifts his hand and smacks me across the face. I flinch as I feel my left cheek burn. Then, the feeling of fearing him went away all of a sudden. I don't know if it was my sense of pride or the anger greater than the fear, but I shove him off of me and stand up as fast as I can. I grab onto the couch to balance myself up.

"You bastard, how dare you hit me!" I scream, not knowing what was wrong or right to say anymore.

"I tried helping you and that idiot, and I can't help it if I start liking you! I've been infatuated with you for a long time now. Since i helped you fight Arthur during that war! You thought I helped you just to kick his ass? NO! I helped you because I wanted to be closer to you, to know that I helped you get back to your feet! And now I want you to only rely on me and think fo me and not think of anyone else anymore or worry about anything!"

"Y-you, you screwed with me? !"

"What? !"

"You were screaming with my mind? ! Were you trying to ruin my and Toris's relationship? ! Did you just tell me all these things all these times to feel more nervous and scared around the two people I trust the most? !" I yell.

"You idiot! Yeah sure I tried making you doubt things, but it was you and your own decisions that brought you to where your at right now! You never give me any proper credit! The two people you most trust? More like the two people your more afraid to screw up in front of! I help you! i listen to you! I voice my opinions to you! Why can't you see I'm better for you? I bet so too that you'd like me if you hadn't met that bastard Arthur!"

"Shut up! Don't talk abou thim!" I yell as I run upstairs and into my room. I slam the door shut, hearing heavy footsteps following mine. I lock the door as I stumble backwards and land hard on my butt.

"Shut up! Get out of here! I hate you! How could you? !" I yell as I slam my door, an dhold the door knob. Someone on the other side runs and slams their body on the door, turning the doorknob an dkicking the door, yelling angrily. I'm scared. This is scary. I don't like him! I don't think o fhim as much to me. But he wants me to, even if its fake.

"Alfred! Open the door right now! !" Yells Francis.

"No! G-get the hell out of my house!" I yell. Dammit, I'm crying.

"NO!" He yells. He starts kicking the door louder. I can hear wood splinting. I hold the door knob tighter.

The man on the other side of the door just confessed his love for me and slapped me for not believing him.

"I love you! And you told me you loved me! !"

"That was before I met Arthur! Before I met everyone!" I yell. Its true, I did like Francis a while ago when he first helped me fight off people when wore borke ou tall those years ago.

"Then what happened? Huh? ! Love someone else when you loved me? !"

"I KNOW I DON'T LIKE YOU BECAUSE YOU WOULD HAVE CROSSED MY MIND THAT ITME I HAD SEX WITH-! ! !" SHIT! I cover my mouth before I finished the sentence.

"You . . . you had sex with someone?" He asked, a little hurt.

"W-when I first liked you, back before, I . . I did. When we did, I realized you never crossed my mind," I mumbled. "I didn't feel guilty for making love with this person. That's because I told myself that if you didn't cross my mind, that meant that I didn't love you like I thought I did."

Then, he gets quiet and ceases to kicking and punching the door.

"Its Arthur, isn't it?" He asks in a nervous, happy tone. Like he's happy to be angry.

I stay quiet.

"It's him! I know it! Every day I saw you with him, your always smilin gand laughing! Always talking to that bastard! I'll beat him!" He yells in a declaring, happy-with-himself way. I hear him run off.

"Nooo! You can't! I-!"

I open the door and run out to catch him, but at the end of a hallway, out of nowhere, he tackles me down, pinning me on the dloor. He has a tight grip on my wrists, as he sits on top of me. He's looking at me angrily.

"I what?" He mumbled.

"I . . . . I don't want you to hurt him," I utter, starting to cry. He then slaps me again. I struggle breathing, taken back as I lost my breath.

"You moron. I knew about it already. You thought you had sex with him. You didn't. You were drunk when we celebrated our first victory battle during the american revolution. You dreamnt it. I was the one that found you on your stomach, in your backyard wasted and mumbling things. Maybe you did, maybe you didn't. I don't know. But, don't you see? He can give a damn for all he cares! Your sacrifices are worthless to him! He's clueless, thick-headed, he will never understand you like I do! Pay attention to me. I'm right here right now! You love me! You told me so! But now I came to realize my feelings for you as well! Alfred, listen to me!" He yelled as he tightened hi sgrip. I slowly turn my head to face him, smiling. Which must have irritated him.

"I know, but, I need him more than anyone in the world," I mumble. I'm trembling now, not because my body feels in pain or anything else, but because I feel wrong. I feel like I'm lying. I feel guilty.

"I feel the same for you!" He desperately yells. He seems like he's about to cry too.

"But-"

"What made you realize?"

"R-realize?"

"That you liked me?"

"Well, I . . ,"

"What are you guys doing?" Asked a mortified Toris. We both looked up to see Toris standing right behind Francis. He was crying.

"Toris? !" I yell as I reach to him. He smacks my hand away.

"NO! Get away from me!" He yells as he runs off downstairs. Francis and I could only stare back, watching as he got off of me.

"Do you hate me now?" Asked Francis.

"I think your confused," I mumble as I stand up.

"You think you like me, but are you sure your not confusing it with something else?" I mumble as I walk away from him. "And of course I don;t hate you, but I still get to punch you back!" I yell as I run down the stairs.

Oh god what have I done now?

a/n: okay sorry if its pretty random. i was watching hetalia cosplay parodies when i wrote this so . . thats my excuse for the sudden turns and changes in the story . . .-.-u