Very short update but I am trying to make this a short story. To make up for it I am trying to at least update at least twice every week. I only really wanted this to be 5-6 chapters but I guess that my head just doesn't want to work things the way I want them to (not complaining! xD Au contraire I just love this video and this story idea AND I love these characters too much!)

This chapter is rated M for bad words and some sexual explicity-ish-ness. (I like to make up words sometimes. Again you have been warned. )

(Same goes for the disclaimer: I do not own these awesome characters (but I wish I had thought of them!) )

More random rambling at the bottom! Enjoy!

Chapter 4 – America : One Week Later

It had been days since his encounter with the so-called Canada, and for some reason Alfred couldn't take the name out of his mind. He couldn't help but to wonder just how he had been ignoring the vast land that had been above his head, and how he had never heard of him before: Had Canada been ignored by everyone as well?

Not knowing much about the stranger Alfred had decided to go through the archive files on the fifth floor's library. He needed more information about the guy; needed to know exactly what he looked like. To his surprise, once he had gotten his hands on the right documents he saw that some pages had been missing – ripped out of the books. Everything about Canada had been removed, all but one photograph of the guy wearing some heavy winter gear in a snowstorm.

Alfred's memory photo of the blond Canadian guy had been running around in his head ever since he had seen the shadowy presence leave his office that morning. He hadn't been able to see much other than the person's silhouette, and he couldn't help himself but to curse out that he had forever liked his office to be dark. It had changed him though, and as he sat at his large desk chair with his back arching up he knew that his daily visitor had noticed the changing as well.

"Monsieur?" Seychelles had entered the room slowly with her eyes half closed, possibly trying to get used to the ceiling chandelier lights glowing ever so strong. "Iz everything okay?"

This time he hadn't waited for her to come to him, to kneel in front of him as he would undo his pants for her. No, this time he had come to her, pushing her hard against the door as he took her mouth to his.

He had never kissed anyone before, but as he did this time he had done it with his eyes closed. There was only one thing in his mind and right now but his body told him otherwise as he felt himself hardening between his legs.

"Make this quick." He had ordered.

Pulling away and grabbing Seychelles by the hand he took her to his desk and pushed her hard on her knees. He had already undone his pants and grabbed her hair from behind her head before he sat down and groaned as felt the female's mouth against the head of his dick.

"But Monsieur… I cannot do this anymore." Seychelles said as she tried to push against his hands. "Monsieur Francis and I –"

There was no time to think about someone else, Alfred thought as he pushed his cock inside of her mouth. He didn't give a fuck what she and that bastard did outside of his office. All his body was craving for the moment was to be satisfied, and possibly even try to stop thinking about…

Fuck.

He let go of Seychelles and gently pulled away from her. For the first time since they had begun doing this Alfred looked down at her and wondered if turning the lights on had been the best idea ever: for the first time he saw broken tears flowing down her reddened cheeks. He also felt her tremble in fear and seemed even smaller than she ordinarily was.

Why was he suddenly feeling sad for doing all of this to her?

"Get up." He simply ordered.

Seychelles looked up at him, shocked by what was going on. Just before he could tell her again to move she placed her hands on the floor and slowly managed to get on her feet.

"I need to ask you something," Alfred said, doing his best not to look at the woman.

"Y-Yes, m'sieur?"

His eyes still ignoring her Alfred stood up before walking to the small leather couch in front of his desk. It had usually been there for meetings and even sometimes to get fucked, but right now it wasn't for that kind of thing.

It was then, as he sat down and brought his hands in his hair, that he realized that even sex couldn't have him think of him.

"Tell me: what do you know about Canada?"

xXx

It rained later that day.

Alfred walked up the stairs to the office that Seychelles had transferred him to. He didn't really visited other countries into their offices (they were the ones that came to him) so it was difficult for him to know where he was actually going.

"Go to this office, m'sieur. I am certaine that this man can help you with your request more than I can."

She had walked to him to the couch where he had sat for minutes – hours maybe – with a piece of paper in her hands. The paper had an office number on it written ever so carefully with Seychelles's handwriting. Then she had decided to sit next to him and carefully patted his back. They hadn't talked any more, and deep down his cold darkened heart Alfred was grateful for the gesture.

He knocked on the door gently. Sure usually he would have just barged inside demanding what he had wanted, and as the door opened he was glad that he hadn't done so.

"A-A-…America."

Alfred's heart sank as the sound of the name said by the man who had welcomed him.

"Hello, father."

Both men stared at each other for a moment and Alfred knew that for some reason Britain felt just as awkward as he did. Both men hadn't talked in… God only knew, and now Seychelles had sent him to his own father.

Britain was the first to speak. "America… I mean, Alfred. It is good to see you. I hope you are well?"

Alfred closed his eyes, trying to forget the nice formalities. "Don't you dare start with your fancy good guy crap. I'm not here for tea!"

Britain nodded. "Very well. Then tell me: why are you here? I doubt you knew that this was my office or else I doubt you wouldn't have showed up."

Fucking bastard, Alfred thought as images from his past came to him: he didn't remember much from his childhood, only the hard work he had gone through to bring have the country and the world power he now possessed. For some reason he had forever blamed his father for forgetting his childhood, though he didn't know why. He had never wanted to face his father about this, and it had mainly been the reason he had began taking over many countries, controlling them like his own puppets to play with…

But now he had to wonder… Surely Seychelles knew better than messing around with him? There had to be a reason why she had sent him up here and being as desperate as he was to find out about the stranger in his office he just had to go.

"Can you tell me who this is?"

Alfred took a copy of the photo he had found of Canada and handed it to his father. The man's eyes suddenly became bigger, as though Alfred had found something forbidden.

"I believe this is Canada at the Alert station up north. Why do you ask?"

"I was curious to find that most of his archive files have been ripped out from the library's documents and I wanted to know his name."

Britain somewhat looked like he was sweating all of the sudden. "Why do you want to know his name?" he asked.

For some reason Alfred frowned. "Why do you keep asking me questions while I'm the one who wants to know? Are you hiding something from me?"

"No – I."

Alfred felt a bust of anger inside of him taking over his body. In a flash he grabbed Britain and pushed him inside his office, kicking the door close behind him. Quickly Alfred brought the green eyed man against the wall, not letting go of the man's jacket.

"What are you hiding from me?" Alfred shouted out loud.

"Nothing! I swear!"

"Stop LYING to me!" Alfred let go of the man before bringing his right hand to his left side and grabbed the gun he always carried with him.

"You've fucked with me long enough! Now speak or else this time I won't stop myself from killing you like I did back then."

America's quickly changing thanks to his encounter with the Canadian stranger. I also tried to follow the video a little and got to the picture of America holding his gun in the air (I love that screenshot!) Next up we'll have Canada's POV as this is happening, and how his screenshot holding a gun up is actually for! ;) Stay tuned!