So, you remember when I said there was something I wanted to write in but didn't? Yeah I almost wrote it in here but stopped in the middle of it. You'll see what it is when you get there.

Another very short update, but what amazes me is that even though this story is short and has 2 POV chapters (you get the story on both POVs) it still advances at an okay rate... Why am I rambling?

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Bad words and "almost-something" alert. The name of the person involved doesn't appear but I'm certain that you'll know who it is anyways :)

America freaked out.

The sound of thunder vibrating through the floor of his office made him think of scary movies. The lightning that came through every half a minute added to the bad horror fiction feeling and only accentuated Alfred's shadow on the floor.

He had to admit though that it fitted the atmosphere from the last couple of days. He hadn't heard of his brother since his demand and began to fear that his brother wouldn't be up to the task. After all this was Canada, known throughout the world for being… well… Canada.

He looked to his right where Matthew's desk had been added to the décor after their meeting with their father. Matthew had always seemed awkward at his side; shy, closed minded and didn't never really give a bother about decisions that the older twin had wanted to do together. At first Alfred had given the benefit of the doubt to his brother: they had been through a lot without each other's company and God only knew the things that Matthew would have had gone through without the help of anyone.

And now he was asking this simple thing: to be with his brother forever, and for some reason it bothered him to no end to see that the French bastard was stealing everything from him. Seychelles barely came inside the office anymore and God had he wanted to fuck something for stress relief purposes. Not that he couldn't relieve himself because he knew he was the best at doing it, but at least when someone was doing it he didn't have to work on it…

Fuck! He thought as thunder roared once more through the large window and the power went out, leaving lightning and a small oil lamp on the coffee table as the only sources of light inside the office. It wasn't good when he felt this anxious, nervous and… somewhat scared. Taking yet another gulp of his Jack Daniels he swore to himself that whoever was next to get through that office door of his…

Just as if someone had heard his prayers there was a soft knock on the door. Without any invitation the door slowly creaked opened, and presented a small young boy with a sailor suit. The kid seemed to be lost, a little like Matthew had been when he had come in the office that day.

"Excuse me, sir!" the kid began with a strong English accent. The kid smiled at Alfred. "Could you help me find the bathroom? I've never been on this floor before to wander around, you see my father never really allowed me to come in here and now I just wanted to go around the building while he's trying to find some way to get the generators to work on his floor again since we've lost power…"

What the fuck is wrong with that kid? Alfred didn't listen to the non-stop rambling that came from the small form. Instead he rose from his chair, his head bowed down and his eyes staring at the dark floor. The whiskey hit him hard and he seemed to be losing his footing and before long he tripped on his step, landing his both hands on both sides of the kid's head. The kid stopped in his words and gasped, which Alfred heard, and not before long the small body leaned against the door, and breathed fast.

"S-Sir?" The small voice had panicked and fear in it, just like Alfred felt about his situation with Matthew. Fucking awesome…. Fucking perfect.

Without a word Alfred brought his knee up between the legs of the small body and a soft shrieking gasp came out of the body's mouth into Alfred's ear, making him harder than ever. Alfred breathed in the scent of his companion; it smelled sweet an innocent, like a field of flowers.

"Mister please! Let me go before my father Britain finds out that I am gone."

The kid should have kept his mouth shut.

Impulse raging throughout his body Alfred grabbed the kid's both shoulders and threw him on the couch, where he could see who his companion had been. He had soft blonde hair, and big eyes that reminded him of Matthew as a youngling…

… of when they were kids, happy and together.

Surely this didn't mean that Britain had gone and make another child go through misery. Was this some sort of a turn on for him? Hadn't he learned from what he had done to Matthew and him that he was the worst of fathers, the worst of countries?

This time he wouldn't let Britain win though. No this time he would be the one to teach the kid that fathers are just assholes who try to gain things from their children.

When his companion tried to get up Alfred quickly stopped him as he placed his knees on each of the body's waist sides. Alfred quickly grabbed on the companion's pants and attempted to pull them down just as another flash of white light took over the room.

Silence.

Alfred stopped in his movement. His hands were shaking like they had never before, and as he snapped out of his trans he realized that the body underneath him was shaking just as bad as he was…

"Mister America," the small figure cried. "Please… I beg of you…"

The sound of the rain hitting the large window was the only sound left inside the office. Alfred wondered if he was still breathing or if he deserved to even be allowed to breathe. When he couldn't take the awkward silence anymore he slowly got off his companion. But before he could even point the office door a loud scream echoed in the hallway of the second floor.

"What the…"

Alfred walked slowly towards the door, leaving behind the crying figure on his couch. When he got to the door he opened it with all the life he still had inside of him. He noticed that other people were running towards the staircase where the sound had come from, and he followed the others through the candlelight, walking as fast as a snail.

What the-

When he got to the staircase he witnessed the same thing everyone else was: from the top of the fifth floor a body was hanging by a stairway railing, lifeless. The thing was bloody, and gravitation made it so the darkened-by-lowlight liquid ran down like a small waterfall.

As chaos ran through the darkness and screams were echoed from all around him he knew what had happened. Dropping to his knees he looked down at his still-shaking hands knowing exactly what had caused the anarchy on every floor of the building.

Alfred brought his eyes up to France's swinging dead body and began to laugh underneath his breath, warm tears running down his cheeks. He stared carefully when the lightning gave away every detail of the dead body and smiled.

And while everyone ran around panicking, most likely fearing that the murdered would still be around, Alfred remained on his spot with his eyes up thinking only one simple sentence that ran over and over through his mind:

"Matthew loves me."

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