Ok! As promised, the rest of the chapter. (lol I say that a lot.)

Sorry, I was working on a farm last week. Thought we had internet. I was lied to. But oh well, some asshole dumped his cats on my friend's property. She took them in as barn cats. What kind of monster does that? They were half-starved. How heartless are you? Shelters exist for a reason.

Disclaimer: Does not own.

Warning: Meh. Nothin really.

I blinked at him, as if he was speaking that weird langauge he's usually speaking.

War...

He paused.

"With Arthur."

He looked at me real hard, as if he was trying to look right through me.

And it was working, because I cringed away as if my flesh were burning from his gaze.

I didn't answer him. Didn't even look at him. Instead I stared at my hands. I stared at them real hard, like he was staring at me. I noted each scrap and bruise. The way my vein branches out by my knuckles, and how when I clench my fist, the skin pulls over my knuckles, like a hyde on a drum.

I don't know how long I sat like that, but he finally sighed.

I out lasted him.

He placed the tray on my lap, reaching over to cut a peice of omlet. He held it to my mouth for me to eat, but I turned my head away.

Arthur said I wasn't allowed to eat France's food.

I thought maybe if I broke one of Arthur's rules, he'd just appear. Maybe out of thin air. And I'd get hit.

In retrospect, the idea is ridiculous, but Arthur always did have eyes on the back of his head...

A sigh interupted my thoughts. Then the sound of a fork hitting a plate.

France picked up the tray and moved it to the table.

"Jdsoin, you cannot avoid it." I still didn't look up. "You will need to discuss this with me sooner or later."

No response.

He left the room with a shake of his head, mumbling about something or other.

He came back in later that day. "Alfred, you need to eat!"

I didn't even look at him.

Another sigh.

Another closed door.

A few days went by like that.

There was always deliscious food on tray, right next to my bed.

But I never ate.

Maybe I thought I could starve myself.

No, it'd be way too convient to die that way.

I finally got up.

Just once.

And I collapsed.

Apparently, not eating or moving caused you to lose the ability to stand. Because I crumbled right to the floor.

There was running.

A gasp.

And then I was back in bed. "You have to eat something fhuion!"

I just stared at him.

He apparently didn't care about my boundaries anymore, because he stroked my hair.

I fell right into it. "Arthur told me I shouldn't."

"Well Arthur doesn't have to find out."

"He'll know."

"I won't tell if you don't."

He put the tray in my lap, and I ate my first bite of food in days.

Had food always tasted that good?

I couldn't remember food ever tasting like this...

It wasn't charred, or burned, or even a little brown. It slid down my throat nice and easy, melted in my mouth.

I practically swallowed the plate.

He chuckled and ruffled my hair, and I cringed again. He knew I didn't like that!

I scowled ad smacked his hand away- I was starting to get dizzy.

He stiffened slightly, but didn't leave my side. Not once.

We stayed like that for a while before he broke the silence.

"We need to talk Alfred."

I turned my head away sharply. He damn well knew I didn't want to talk. But I damn well knew he wasn't leaving the room without a response.

I stared at him real hard, like maybe I could shoot a lasar through his head and be done with him.

But he wouldn't have any of that.

He whacked me upside the head, though very gently. I'd be lying if I said it felt...well, like anything. But I whimpered anyway. It was so out of character I guess it took me by surprise.

"Alfred, you have been living here for over a week." He sighed. "You have to face your demons, non?" He ran a hand through my hair and I smacked it away hard enough to hear an echo.

He merely sighed again. It was pissing me off. "Alfred, you cannot keep denying these things. You ran away from Arthur, now you are here. If you no longer wish to be a colony, you have to fight for it...Arthur will not give you up so easily."

And he left.

The next few days went by in silence. Francis came in, gave me food, and left. It reminded me of being home. And it was driving me insane.

I started at the wall, thinking that something was missing.

I laid in the bed, just staring. There was something...red...oozing...from the ceiling, dripping down the walls.

Blood.

I hugged my legs to my chest and started crying...sobbing in fact.

I was scared. More scared than I've ever been about anything ever.

The red liquid slid down the walls at a snail like pace, slowly coating the walls in the substance.

And finally I screamed.

An earthquake. I remember the earthquake that followed. I remember staring at the spot on the wall. That one, clean spot on the wall. I remember shaking, the horrible shaking and the screaming.

It took me a few moments to release the screams weren't mine. It was...France's voice.

My eyes flew open.

A dream.

It was a dream.

A nightmare.

I was panting. My body was sticky with sweat. And I was crying.

Francis was pushing hair from my face, trying to talk to me, but I wouldn't. I looked around the room, and everything seemed normal. No blood. Anywhere.

"You were having a nightmare."

I turned large eyes on him. I didn't care that I wasn't supposed to be around him, that didn't matter in that moment. I clung to his sleeve. I was shaking, and I knew it. I never felt so weak, but I...I don't know. I couldn't be alone I guess. It was a moment of weakness.

He sighed and picked me up...something I didn't think he had the strength to do. He walked down the hall, with me still clinging to him. "Everything is going to be ok, ibnstskp, I promise."

He put me down on a strange bed, tugging a blanket over me. I didn't know what was happening, so I clung to his sleeve until he pryed my fingers off.

He got in the bed with me and I stiffened. I was panicing. All those marks Arthur had left to protect me...I didn't have any.

An arm snaked it's way around my waist, and suddenly I was facing him, caught between a plush pillow and his chest, a firm arm still aound my waist.

I turned large eyes on him, confused. He just smiled.

"You can sleep with me tonight, jonblae. It may keep away the nightmares, non?"

I nodded, still a bit confused.

A kiss was pressed to my forehead and it took all of my self control not to smack him...I didn't want to sleep alone.

I'm not sure when I fell asleep. But it was one of the best sleeps I've ever had.

Wooooaaaaaahhhhh almost done. Omg I'm so sad. Two more chapters I think. Anyway, review. praise appreciated, critizism welcome. 3