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A/N: Last chapter. Sad to post it. Hope you enjoy.

I woke up the next morning, comfortable. I felt...content.

The next day was the end of my peaceful stay at France's house.

I sat at the table, eating breakfast with Francis. I appreciated the distance he kept, careful not to touch my hair, or my scars, or anything else I had hit him for…or screamed over…or anything of the sort.

We were laughing, eating fresh waffles that he had made himself. They were fluffy and melted in my mouth, one of the most wonderful meals I could ever remember eating.

Until a banging on the door changed it all.

I didn't look back, didn't turn around. I knew who was at the door, but I didn't know what to do.

Francis sighed and got up, going towards the door. But I beat him there, swinging the door open to hug Arthur. He made a surprised noise, but hugged me back tightly.

"Come on Alfred, we're going home." He pulled back and grabbed my hand, throwing a glare at France. "How dare you. What do you think you were doing?"

Suddenly another hand grabbed my free hand, yanking me toward Francis. "Jkles, think carefully. Please, I know you love Arthur, I do to, but you have to think about your own wellbeing."

I looked between the two. I didn't know what to do.

Yes I did.

I shook Francis off and clung desperately to Arthur's arm. I missed that warmth. I sighed contently, turning my back to the Frenchman.

I saw the smirk on Arthur's face out of the corner of my eye, but I didn't care. I didn't care about the hurt crossing France's features, and I was glad to be back where I knew I belonged.

I didn't care about how Arthur had a frown on, I didn't care about the for foreign town we were in, and I didn't care that I could smell the alcohol on Arthur's breath. Everything was perfect.

"Git, stop clinging to me like a child."

I furrowed my eyebrows together. "But..I am...kinda. I'm your child Arthur. Your precious colony, right?"

He didn't say anything. He half nodded, but I needed more than that. I needed assurance that he loved me, approval.

"Right Arthur? Right?" And he snapped at me. A harsh slap sent me reeling and I skidded back, holding onto my cheek.

"You're an investment. Now come on." My eyes widdened as he spoke. My childhood...my memories...everything that was good and perfect...

I made a sprint back towards France's house. I knew he was under the influence, and I tried to tell myself that was why he said that. But the truth is. It was why he said. when he was drunk, he was always...

...honest.

And that's why it hurt. Why it stung worse than any beating I'd ever had.

I panted as I reached his door, banging on it as if my life depended on it, because I thought it would.

Arthur caught up to me a second later, clutching my wrist with a bruising grip.

"Alfred, we're going home."

I heard myself shout no, but I couldn't believe I had said it. Arthur was my world, I had never turned away any request he had ever made of me.

I heard the door click open, but I wasn't paying attention. I was busy trying to break free of Arthur's grip. I eventually did, his impaired state not helping his grip. But what I did next shocks me, even now.

I slapped him.

Hard.

I could see his cheek getting red, and my hand throbbed in a fashion unfamiliar to me.

He was looking at me in shock, and I couldn't bear to watch. So I turned my back to him and walked into France's home.

And I never looked back.

And, well, what happened next was a much more well known part of my story.

The famous part.

That everyone was talking about, hell, they still are.

The famous story of a little colony, who became a not so little country.

In fact. A world super power.

You could say he ruined me.

Destroyed any chance I had at a normal relationship.

My sexuality.

Suddenly I was squinting, a small light bled through the cracked door as a slim face timidly peeked through. His hair framed his face perfectly, and he peered at me with a scincere love.

"M-Mr. America? Are you...ok?" His voice was soft and concerned...

I couldn't help but smile.

I opened my arms in a 'come here' type gesture and I watched as he slowly found his way toward me, climbing into my lap and straddling my hips. Timid arms wrapped around my neck as my hands rested on his hips. He looked at me with such love and concern, that I couldn't athom being upset.

"I'm fine." I started, before the gap between our lips was closed. His kiss was soft and yeilding- unexpected and uncommon to a man of his age, but so sweet and lovable that I always melt right into it.

I kissed back gently, loving the feeling.

I felt his head on my shoulder, warm breath hitting my neck.

"You worry me sir..." His words were ironic, considered the harsh scars and horrific nightmares that haunted him from Russia's constant abuse.

I gently rubbed his back, listening as his breath hitched. He usually hated this, it brought back memories he'd rather forget, but sometimes, like now, he turned to pudding in my arms- limp and comfortable. I smiled, loving it.

I picked up his smaller frame in my arms. "Come on Toris, off to bed." I carried him back to my room and laid him in the bed.

I think he may have still been in the europhra...or maybe the pain of the touches- because he didn't protest.

I kissed him gently, before climbing into the bed myself.

He snapped back into reality and tugged my shirt collar, pulling me into another kiss. I felt my lips start to bruise an I knew what he wanted.

It was apparently pleasure he had been expierencing, because he was already ontop of me, nipping timidly at my neck- trying to encourage me to do something, anthing, to please him.

"Now." He growled out lowly, grabbing me through my pants. I moaned out- god...did I mention he was hot when he was demanding?

A blush slowly fell over his face as he apparently just realized his aggressive actions.

"P-please..." He revised his earlier statement. He lost a little bit of that bite, embarassed, and allowed me to take the lead.

In that moment, I wanted to be with him forever; and I was going to prove it through my body and words...consensually. Because I knew he loved me too.

He grinded down on me, clearly impatient tonight.

Of course, I complied with all of his requests, enjoying it as much as he was...after all, it's a tough life for a hero.

So my childhood with the Lobsterbacks wasn't totally a lost cause.

Then there was those commies. But that's a different story.

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