I don't own Hetalia, because Hidekaz Himaruya does!

Arthur felt really awkward as he stood there, looking like a punk, holding a guitar, under a streetlight. People passing by him were giving him dirty looks, and he was tired.

'As soon as you finish, you can go to sleep.'

That got Britain motivated. He thought really hard, thinking of music, and finally came across a tune. It was strange; Arthur didn't recognize it, but it sounded so familiar!

He started strumming the guitar, the tune coming to him bits at a time. (- THAT'S THE SONG!)

As he played, people stopped giving him dirty looks. They became angry, then annoyed, then curious. Soon after that he was being cheered on, people stopping and video-taping him. A wonderful rushing feeling went through him, and, just as Brenna said he would, he began to see the world a different way.

He blinked, and, instead of people, when he opened his eyes he saw white souls, white that slouched and had evil eyes. They glared at each other and fought using their eyes, and not one of them was happy. More people came, and more fighting came. They flung horrible insults at each other, like they didn't care if that person dropped dead right then.

'It's fine, continue playing. This is what the world really is.' the voice told him.

Arthur was unnerved, but he continued playing.

Eventually, everyone left, and Britain was all alone, still playing the guitar. It was weird- for every song he played, he felt like he was being chained down even more than the previous song. "Why is that, Alex?" he asked.

'Your body is not used to seeing everything as it is. Play one more song, then you can go home.'

"Okay..." he played another song, feeling as if his very essence was being conquered as he did so.

Then he strummed the last note, and he was transferred to a room. He wasn't wearing what he had been, he was wearing a formal green outfit, the one he always wore to the world meetings. The guitar was gone, and he could see one side of the wall that looked like a big t.v.

"What..? Alex? Alex, what is this?" he called out.

He heard cackling. Then he spoke, "Did you really think that the darkness would leave you alone?"

Realization hit him, full-on. "You tricked me!"

"Right into playing a demon's song! The very one that let's me take over your body! How stupid can you get?"

"Alex, let me out! I demand that you let me out! Why do you want control over my body?" he asked, although he already knew the answer.

"I'm going to have fun, Arthur! For centuries, I was trapped in your head, and now I'm free!"

"What do you mean by, 'fun'?" Arthur asked suspiciously.

"You'll see!"

He began to walk, and Britain could see everything that Alex saw. Before long, Arthur knew where he was going. "The school was destroyed! Why do you want to go there?"

"Oh, you stupid fool! They just told you that so Alfred could stay with you! They're trying to get you to remember."

"But I already remember my past."

"They don't know that!"

He walked right in the double doors, straight into the office. For some strange reason, everyone was there. "Everyone! I have an announcement!" he yelled. Everyone turned to him, surprised.

"I remember!" he pulled out a gun. "And now it's payback time."

He started shooting France. He shot him three times before moving on to Spain. He got one shot in before someone hit him over the head and he blacked out.

"Yeah, just came in and started shooting people. France and Spain are in the hospital! What happened?" Germany asked.

"He said he remembered?" Oliver repeated.

"Yes."

"Then there's a risk that Alex came back, too."

"Who the heck is Alex?" America asked.

"Alex is... Well... He's my instinct. He's what makes me have the urdge to kill, the urdge to destroy everything in my path. He's what used to keep me alive. Theodore was Arthur's instinct, as a 1p, and Theodore's job was to make sure that Arthur's instinct was to be good, to help people. Alex and Theodore somehow got switched a few months before Arthur started thinking about suicide because of guilt. What I think happened was Alex pretended to be Theodore, and kept reminding him about the American revolution. Alex wanted to trick Arthur into thinking that everyone but him was against him, so he could gain control over his body easier, but Arthur didn't do what Alex had planned: instead of being angry, he felt guilty. He thought that he was in the blame, that it was solely his fault, when in fact, it was both of you that caused that to happen. Anyway, it became so bad that Norway and Romania were forced to do what they thought was best, and Alex left Arthur alone for a while. But when he figured out that Arthur remembered everything except him, he decided to have some fun; he's been trapped in Arthur's head for a long time now, he's bound to have had the urdge to destroy. And because I wasn't there to help him release that anger, it's all bottled up. And now he can let it loose." Oliver explained. "He'll do anything he wants. He's unpredictable, and that makes him even more dangerous than normal."

"Question: how come we don't have one?" Germany asked.

"We do. It's just that yours aren't switched like ours are."

"Is that why he was talking to himself last night?" Alfred asked.

"No, he was talking to his other demons!" Allen said sarcastically.

"You wan'na go? Right now? 'Cause I remember you just barely getting out of the last fight we had!"

"I would've won had you not copied me! And yeah, let's fight! Bring it on- you won't win!"

"Is that a challenge?" Alfred asked cockilly.

"Ye-"

Germany slammed his fists on the table. "Shut up! We are in a meeting discussing what happenes to the person you love, and the person your 2p love's 1p! The fact that you are arguing about the most unimportant things shows no respect and tells me that you need to get your priorities straight!"

"He's awake." Oliver said suddenly.

Everyone (Germany, Oliver, Allen, and Alfred) looked to the end of the table, where Arthur sat, chained to a chair in the middle of a pentagram. He was obviously awake, and glarring daggers at Germany. "You know... You always pissed both me and England off over the years when you did that. Who made you the country in charge? It's not power, because I seem to remember Russia giving you a smack-down in WWll. So is it just your need for power and control, or sexual tension?"

Germany glarred back at him. "I am the only one who has any self control around here. You guys are too immature for your own good."

"Yes, but see how much good it did Arthur? He ended up trapped inside his own head, a prisoner by his own mind. Had he used self-control, I would have been the one controlling him. That was his way of protecting you guys... Ha! It didn't work, did it, Arthur?"

'You're a sick, demented bastard, Alex!'

Alex laughed again. "Yes, yes I am. Thank you for noticing." his expression turned serious, a glare masking his features. "Now... How about you let me go? As much as I'd love to destroy you all, I have to go meet someone..."

"Like Hell, Alex. As soon as Norway and Romania get here, you're going bye-bye!" 1p!America yelled. His 2p hit him over the head, causing Germany and Oliver to look away form Alex.

"Idiot, you told him what we're going to do!"

"So? It's not like hae can escape or anything!" they looked back, just to make sure that Alex was still there.

To their dismay, he was nowhere to be found, the chains used to hold him scattered uselessly around the chair, the pentagram used to keep him in place broken and rendered useless.

I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, I HAD A SEVERE CASE OF WRITER'S BLOCK AND I WAS WORKING ON ANOTHER STORY, WHICH I DON'T HAVE WRITER'S BLOCK ON AND I REMEMBERED THAT I STILL HAD A STORY EARLIER TODAY AND I FELT SO BAD FOR DITCHING YOU GUYS, SO AGAIN I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING! But here it is now~

If anyone here is angry at me (Not that I expect anyone to care enough about this story to be angry that I didn't update... -_-"), I am SO sorry for not updating!