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For this chapter , don't be confused its NOT UsUk. Sorry for those who wanted that , but this is just wholly America-centric. I shall explain furthermore below , so just read on. If you're confused you can read it in the A/N below.

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Forgot to add the disclaimer - I own NOTHING !

With a warped mind , follows the instantaneous reactions of emotions that were never there , or were considered taboo towards other ' normal ' humans. Bloodlust, revenge , loss of mind and interminable heightening of the senses.

The country felt his old self die and wither away , rotting into a corner where it would later become just what he had always known he would be , A useless lump of charcoaled waste that took up too much space. But now , Oh now , there were so many new possibilities! A million doors of opportunities that his idiotic younger self could never even have thought possible. His cognitive ability was risen by about a thousand and his mind was a wonderland of whimsical nightmares all pushing and clawing to be formed into actions that would leave a surprisingly decadent amount of blood.

Amidst the new discoveries that the nation was examining through his new found inner freedom , the tinny voice of an American singer rang out around the house , loud and blasting . Weary blue eyes scanned the content of the now dilapidated room in search for that irritating contraption that enabled communication with people that cared nothing for him or his wellbeing. Well , not anymore. They WERE going to care now. They WERE going to kiss the ground he walked on , and they WOULD beg… BEG to be under his deadened blue gaze. Be it kneeling like a dog , or begging like the scum they were. Everyone would be beneath him… No exceptions… England had always told him to be a perfect gentleman and to always complete whatever he had set his sights on , and so be it.

A raspy chuckle evoked itself and then the contraption was answered. " America ! What in the world took you so long to answer me ? ,' A gravelly voice called out from the phone , anger and irritation stressing itself into the nooks and crannies of each word. The said nation let out a soft cough and then answered his ex-caretaker , ' Iggy ! My man ! What is up ? ," His voice poured out into the speaker like honey , drizzled over delectable delights , it would make you think of summer days and slurping coloured popsicles beneath a wide grassy plain , while hiding beneath the cool shade of the huge oak tree against the soft slants of the sun.

Irritating Git ! Came the reply , ' It's not like you are even doing anything worthwhile with your economy in the slump and in turn mine as well….' THAT ACCUSATION ! It spiked a deep growl from America but it seemed that the other patron of the conversation did not seem to hear it , either that or no care was given to the reaction of the ex-superpower. This new America , instead of fighting back with the Older nation for his pride or to apologise , simply added in 'hmmph's and ' aahh's into the conversation ,lulling the other into a metronome sense of competency and simplicity that the current America could not stand or comprehend . Meanwhile mentally exacting out the perfect gift that England would enjoy. It had to be something old- fashioned , nothing too modern for his one and only patron.

Oh no , it had to be perfect…

And while lost in thought is when it happened. It seemed as if one of those many doors of opportunities in his mind had figuratively been open. There peeking out from the door of his bedroom was a swirling design of a blue eye , almost neon in colour , accentuated rather comically by streaks of flamboyant neon pink . The old Alfred , no not Alfred anymore , that name was dead to him , the past nation would have been rattled to his seat by such an incident occurring to him , this new dead nation was eager , excited almost , as he struggled to trace this person as England's harsh words and clipped tones washed over him.

Another movement from the door and America was now staring at a man that seemed to have been whitewashed into colours from a children's book. Hair a soft light blonde , so fair that it almost looked like a shade of silvery pink. The odd colour was not lost about his thick eyebrows and the grin that placated itself on his face was as wide as it was terrifying. Eyes that held the colour of blue and pink cotton candy were on closer inspection two pools of mixed colour that held every human sin known to mankind and more. His entire long limbed form screamed psychotic and devastatingly toxic , but that was exactly what the ex-superpower needed in his vicinity.

A creamy lilac sweater vest that accentuated his candy floss pink shirt , and long muscled legs were clothed in soft pink slacks. The disturbing grin was still hosted on his face , and though he may have looked like the boring fallen empire and his supposed caretaker , this version , was far better. Far FAR BETTER !

The phone that still held the whiny noise of a random nobody dropped onto the floor and squabbling could be heard but no mind was paid towards it. All eyes were now on the magnificent beast in front of him, which reeked bloodlust and inner turmoil so intense that his mere presence in the room seemed to stifle the air .

The lookalike of the random nobody he had spoken to earlier strided across the room , arms akimbo and feet snappy in candy coloured Italian shoes. The silence was wonderfully tense and America was fired up with a new emotion to grab a knife and cut through more than just the atmosphere. He embraced this feeling as eyes unashamedly checked out in front of him.

A rough hand placed itself on his face , as he was now straddled by the unusual visitor , not at all worried about how or when the break in into his house had occurred. You see , the old America was scared of every movement that he deemed unnatural , this new and drastically improved version would scare those fucking monsters back into their dump of a home , he would become their greatest fears.

Moist lips attached themselves to his ears , amidst the nibbling and the sucking there was a silent message , a chance if one would say , that if he continued down this path , down the path of internal destruction that resulted in outward catastrophe as well , this man would aid him…. Be his morale when he had none …

Or ,his brain supplied , you could still recover , Save yourself and whatever you said had destroyed your mind can be fixed. The old Alfred , is still there. He who forced you to pick up the phone and who spoke to England , He who cringed and nearly cried out when you had thrown the phone down , separating him from his one touch with humanity. SAVE HIM ! WHY DON'T YOU ! SAVE WHO YOU REALLY ARE !

With a brain nearly giving out from the stress and tension the mind was putting on it , America did the one thing that his old self would never even think of. He kissed the pastelised man in front of him. A first among many unbroken taboos that he had shattered.

No one would kiss their caretaker. Why would you ! He was like your father! Still is !

As if to prove his brain wrong , he added in more effort and effect into the passionate crashing of lips against one another. Drowning out the idiosyncrasies that his mind attempted to filter through to his conscience , but he would have none of that.

If he had to fight himself so be it.

This is a war and even you could become your own enemy ! Watch out , love.

The clipped tones of this new England were more rounded now , sprinkled with a soft touch of insanity , was the advice from the voice in his head. It belonged to the man who was currently biting down on his already bruised lips and hungrily lapping up at the blood that formed. Mental Communication was present between them , So be it !

As he pulled away from the wonderfully disasterous man in pinks and purples , the tension in the air was finally broken by a soft sounding accent , " We shall have to get you changed now , shouldn't we love?"

The ball was cast , the stone was thrown and all the universe sensed it , something was terribly wrong and dreadfully so. It was set in stone though , that change was inevitable and good , or bad , all one had to do was survive.

A/N - I hope I havent confused you too much , but this is who the is. Himaruya had drawn a sort of "dark" version of the characters , but not all of them have been drawn in that style. And like in games when the main character changes clothes and such its called 2P! , but England has not been done that way so if you may have noticed this is the way one of the people on tumblr ; uh-oh-beek , has drawn it. So i loved it and decided to use it. :D Long explanation is Long , but if you want to know more about the 2P! Arthur , PM me :)

Till next chapter I bid you all adieu ~