Im back everybody! OMG~ Thankies SOOO much for following the story or favoring it! I was like..DYING of excitement, especially since I got a review! xD My friend had to literally SLAP me..and damn can she give a slap..e.e It was like..gettin hit with a fish! But..I never got hit with one..ANYWAYS! Here is chapter two! :OOO And I hope you rate and review :3 I do not own Hetalia, and blah blah blah! But..I do wish I own Alfred and Arthur QQ

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I walked slowly towards Alfred, not wanting to scare the boy.

"Alfred?" I asked. He looked up towards me with fear and confusion. "Don't worry lad, I won't hurt you. I'm Arthur Kirkland, your new doctor. I hope to work well with you." I smiled to him, hoping to calm his nerves a little bit. It does seem like he has calmed down, but his eyes were now empty and void. His eyes reminded me of someone, but I shook that thought out of my head, focusing on the person in front of me.

"I will come see you every day for as long as I have this job. I will become your friend, not just because I have to, but because I want to. Please accept me as your friend." I looked at Alfred with pleading eyes, hoping to at least any movement come from him.

Slowly, but surely, he nodded as his answer. My eyes lit up with happiness and I smiled.

"Thank you. Now Alfred, I'm going to talk nonsense for the rest of our time together. I hope you can understand. But let me ask some questions first. Is that alright with you?" I asked.

He nodded again and I sighed in relief.

"Okay, first question. Are you educated?" He nodded. "I'm fifteen. Are you perhaps fifteen too?" He nodded again. "I see. Do you know how to speak?" He hesitated then. His eyes showed that he was having a battle to see if he should tell the truth or not. He nodded his head after finally deciding on telling the truth. "Will you speak to me?" This time, Alfred just looked down, not knowing how to answer. "Can you speak to me one day, at least?" I tried. Luckily, he nodded his head, and that was good enough.

We spoke, well mostly me doing the talking, until it was time for me to go.

"Love, I got to go now. I promise I'll return tomorrow. Until then, please wait for me." Alfred looked at me with eyes full of sadness, but understanding. He nodded to me, and I waved to him. I left the room and went upstairs, but not before giving an accusing, icy glare to all the doctor's, who just looked away.

"Dude! Wait up for the AWESOME me!" Gilbert yelled.

"You loud git! Stop yelling at me like I'm an old lady who can't hear!" I snapped. I immediately felt guilty because of the look he gave me.

"Dude, that was like, totally unawesome." He muttered, feeling a little bit deflated.

"I apologize for my rude behavior. I never meant to snap at you like that." I told him, holding my hand out.

"Dude, don't sweat it!" He grasped my hand firmly and pulled me into one of those "man hugs," as the Americans call it.

"So, what do you need from me?" I asked.

"Oh yeah! Here." He handed me a folder. "You need to read this. It's about Alfred. It states everything about him like his age, his family, the reason he came to be here. You have to memorize EVERYTHING about him. There's no exception." He stated, voice becoming dead serious.

"I understand, Gilbert. I will memorize everything." I answered.

"Good! Now that that's settled, have a good day!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, thank you. And it was nice seeing you again Gilbert." I added. He looked at me surprised.

"Dude…You remember me? I can't believe you actually did!" he squeaked out.

"Of course! Why would I not remember my own members?"

"You left the gang though. You never did tell us why, so how come?"

I smiled a sly smile. "I wanted to make you guys tougher without me there helping you, so I just left. Besides, I've always wanted to live here."

"That's so mean! But it really was nice to see you again."

"You too, Gilbert." I waved goodbye, then left the building. The folder was put inside my school bag for safe measures. I walked all the way to an apartment complex that was too nice for any high school student to live in. It had twenty-three floors, and the rooms had a great view of New York City. I walked in the building, thinking of my past a little bit on the way in.

I lived alone because both of my parents were murdered when I was only a week old. I was taken in by the murderers, but they treated me like a weapon. They taught me every martial arts known, and also taught me how to fight with a sword and a gun. When I turned nine, I ran away, hoping I could get to somewhere safe. Someone found me and took me to an orphanage. I've been adopted ten times because all of the parents were murdered. But I never loved them because they always abused me physically, emotionally, sexually, and mentally. I never said anything though, because I didn't want anyone to know of it. I've suffered like that for four years, and then I moved here. I had a gang at where I lived before I moved. I was the leader, and I treated the members fairly nice because they were like family. Without them, I honestly wouldn't know where I would be.

As I thought about all this, I got in the elevator, and hit the button for floor five. Once the elevator stopped, I headed straight to my place. I opened the door with my keys, closed the door behind me, dropped my stuff on the couch, and went to the kitchen to make Earl Grey, along with some hand sandwiches. As I made the tea, I headed back to my living room and opened my bag to get the folder out. I took out all the papers and put it on the table. Just as I did that, I heard the steam from the tea kettle. I went back into the kitchen, got my tea and sandwiches, and headed back. I set them down on the table, and picked a paper up. Luckily, the paper was about Alfred's life.

Alfred F. Jones. Age: 15. Height: 5'11. He was sent to Axis Powers because of the murder of his father, Fredrick Jones. The reason the father was murdered was because Alfred had been protecting his mother, Sarah Jones, and his twin brother, Matthew Williams, from getting a beating that would've killed them. His brother told the reporters at the crime scene that Alfred was getting abused every day because the father never loved Alfred. He would give Alfred a beating that would make him have bruises and broken bones. Sometimes there were times where Alfred would go to the ER. Alfred also has been touched or raped by the father because the father wanted to control his "sexual hormones." He would get beaten up for Matthew and Sarah because he wanted to protect them from getting the beating. After he murdered his father, he was sent here to Axis Powers because of what he had been through. The doctors have tried to make Alfred talk, but he wouldn't so much as make a noise. They did resort to hitting him a couple of times, but to no avail. "I honestly think there is no hope for this boy." One of the doctors stated. "He won't talk to any of us. Hell, he won't make a single noise! He just sits there and stares at us with blank eyes." Another doctor added. "We chained him up like this because of the murder. We don't know if he will do the same to us, so we are being cautious. This is only to protect us and himself."

I threw the paper back down on the table, feeling completely disgusted. "Those damn doctors! I should make every single one of them suffer, just like Alfred is suffering right now!" I immediately calmed down by the thought of Alfred.

I stood up, cleared all the papers, put the dishes in the sink, and went to my room to sleep. Before I slept, I muttered, "Alfred F. Jones, you will talk to me one day. I will be the person that can break your shell, and maybe, just maybe, I'll be the first person that you can trust."

Two months' time skipO/3/O

It was another day at school for me. I was sick last week because I had the flu. It honestly sucked, and I was wondering as to how Alfred was holding up. During history class with Mr. Wang, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out, and looked at it. I noticed that someone was calling me, and it was Gilbert. I decided to answer it, since Mr. Wang gave me permission to answer my phone if it dealt with my job.

"Yes Gilbert?" I asked, wondering why he was calling me.

"ARTHUR! Where the FUCK have you been the past week?" he screamed loudly. It was loud enough that everybody in the class fell silent, even the teacher.

I smiled to the teacher, mouthing that I was sorry. "I was sick the past week because I had the flu. Why do you as-" I never finished because I heard screaming in the background and Gilbert cussing. "Gilbert! What's happening?" I said, half screaming, voice becoming panicked.

"What happened is that while you were gone, Alfred went bezerk! He won' stop screaming ALL DAY! I don't know what to do! We've tried to calm him down, but it's not working! People are afraid to go near him! Arthur, you need to come over RIGHT NOW! You're our only hope to stop him!"

"I'll be there right away! Don't do anything!" I hung up, and immediately grabbed my stuff. "I'm so sorry sir, but this is an emergency."

"Don't worry. Just hurry up and help that Alfred boy." Mr. Wang said, feeling sympathetic. I smiled as I left upon hearing my class wishing me luck.

I went to my locker, stuffed everything, and slammed it shut. Then I left the school and ran all the way to the institution, hoping I could calm Alfred down. Alfred, I'm coming. Please wait for me until then. I thought. I ran with the speed of light, and I saw my destination ahead. Alright, it's show time.