M'kay~ Second Chapter. Blah blah blah, same warning, though no rape. This chapter honestly probably isn't even M. Buuuuttttt the next one definetly will be.~ ...Blah, blah, blah...boring disclaimer stuffs. I do not own Hetalia. Enjoy~

Silent creatures in the dark
Hiding in every cervix
Swiftly, silently, lurking about
In the dark uneasiness of serenity's keep

~By Dana~

Smash. I heard my shoulder hit the small table as a lamp clattered to the floor and my head hit the wall with a sickening crack. I felt blood drip down my head and saw double, toppling to the floor in a mess of limbs. I clutched my head as it felt like someone took a jackhammer to it. He stared down at me as I looked back in fear.

"Boy, don't you EVER speak to me that way again."

I nodded once, unable to move much more. He came over to me, kneeling by my body. He brushed some hair out of my face and picked me up, placing me in a chair. I felt a needle in my arm and a damp towel against my head.

I'm not sure when he got it, but then again, I was only half conscious. My body went numb in what I assumed was a result of the blood loss, but my mind went back to that needle. He had given me something to dull the pain and I was silently thankful, unable to speak. I felt a sewing needle and if I had been able to, I would have screamed. The pain slowly dulled away and I simply let him work, barely even noticing it was there.

I woke up the next morning with a dull pain in my head and I jumped out of my bed in glee. I scampered out of my room, my small, bare feet shuffling rather loudly against the hard floor. I ran to where I knew Arthur would be, drinking tea, like he did every morning he was here. He smiled down at me, putting down his cup of tea and lifting me into his lap.

"Arfur!" I squeaked, hugging him in pure love and excitement, the events from the day before forgotten. He patted my back as I nuzzled his chest gently, ignoring the pain in my head.

"Good morning Alfred, did you sleep well?" His voice was pleasant and his demeanor gentle. I nodded, cuddling closer to him, not even remembering what I had said to anger him a mere hours before. He smiled at me and put me down. I looked outside wistfully. It was autumn now, the air chilled. Excited, I ran outside in my nightshirt, Arthur following close behind. I jumped into a pile of leaves, playing in the colorful array.

The hours went by and it seemed as if I had avoided a beating for the day. In essence, it was a perfect day. Soon, day turned to night, and I snuggled under the blankets. Arthur tucked me in, of course without a loving word, the English weren't the type, but that was ok, because I knew he loved me. I ignored that he was only this kind after a bad beating, and I ignored the dull ache in the back of my head. It was because I had been bad, had deserved to be hit. Arthur dulled the pain for me, made me feel better, saved me...didn't let me bleed to death... So, I ignored the obvious, because, Arthur loves me.

But most of all, as I drifted off to sleep, I ignored that all day I was having trouble seeing, likely the result of the hit to my head and poor medical treatment, because Arthur didn't mean it, and I was his tough colony.

Sorry it's so short, the next one will be longer.^^