A/N: I don't own Hetalia. Anything written doesn't mean it is an expression of the authors views or ideals. Thank you awesome people for reading and reviewing. It let's me know how I'm doing! :) Also, have you guys ever heard of Hitman Alfred? Well, if you go on ze youtube listen to the song "Hit and Run"-LOLO. It totally fits plus I was inspired to write this particular chapter. ALSO! I APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING SO LONG!
Warning: Historical Innaccuracy, Child Abuse, Child Molestation, Non-Con, Violence, Reader discretion is advised.
Chapter 12- *You Want to Play?*-Normal P.O.V.
Alfred hummed as he had Latvia strapped down in a chair. He was so short now! Sure, he was only a little bit taller than Raivis, but he was still taller. Alfred thought about getting Estonia instead, but he managed to use his cleverness to escape the house to do shopping after breakfast. Lucky for him, Alfred would rather have food than torture the four eyes. In a way, Estonia was his favorite because he always managed to get away. Lithuania had dish duty and was Alfreds teacher with domestic and scholarly knowledge. So, Alfred spared him out of his own twisted courtesy.
He giggled watching Latvia squirm as he grabbed one of his arms to tie to the table in front of him. Placing the hand on top of a wooden cutting board. He knew Raivis was right handed, so he only went for his left. See? Wasn't he being nice? Grabbing a nice shiny kitchen knife and traced gently over the skin of the hand. He needed a distraction from his little stomach trouble earlier.
"Mmmmfm!" Latvia tried to yell for help through his binds and gag. It was just a simple cloth tied around his head. Alfred supposed he could have used one of his own... But, he hated sharing his toys unless it was with Master Ivan.
"Tee hee! You like this new game? I heard it's even more fun than Russian Roulette." The metal seeming more intimidating as he continued, "It's called the knife game! Usually, a person would do this to themselves... But, who would be dumb enough to do that?" Questioning his victim. The now young man making swirling the knife in circular motions and started to sing. "Oh~ I have all my fingers.~" Starting to stab between the Latvians fingers. "The knife goes-" Slicing inside his victims pointer finger causing Raivis to scream. "Chop, Chop, Chop!~" Doing as the the song suggested.
"And If I hit the spaces in between my fingers will come off." Continuing to chop between the poor boys fingers. "Aaaand if I hit my fingers the blood-" Chop! Slicing into the middle finger. "will soon come out~ But, all the same I play this game and that's what it's all about!" Slamming the knife down, but unfortunately missing in his excitement. Luckily enough, Latvia pissed himself and fainted. Alfred grinned at the sight. "Next time Raivis... wear some darker trousers other than red."
He huffed his cheeks puffing in a pout. "Well, since you enjoy sleeping so much I'll just leave you here for Lithuania to find you. Tata~" Walking outside the room. He looked at himself not seeing a speck of blood on him! Amazing! He smiled his full pearly whites showing. Ivan hated when he would ruin his clothes; which consisted of a simple white dress shirt that buttoned up, a pair of comfy shorts that went to his knees, and a little bit below the knees were long white socks. He was inside, so he didn't have to wear shoes.
"Fredka.~" A familiar voice caught his attention.
"Master!" He greeted with a smile. Running through the hall and sliding into his arms. Wooden floors were so useful and fun when you thought about it.
Ivan as much as he wanted to scold the boy for the running through the hall, he found the act endearing. He held America for a few seconds giving some affection. "Hello Fredka. I have some wonderful news."
His Tsar Alexander the 2nd had just spoke about sharing some land with the Americans. Their trade alongside the American Natives and the Russians own Aleuts have been getting along so splendidly. The Aleuts were natives of Alaska in the Aleutian islands. Russia even now had other natives the Tlingits under his thumb. They have been quite the nuisance lately sabotaging and terrorizing the people. Russia had 'fixed' the problem. Furs, meat, and among other things were in high demand, especially in the north. But, it was also a high cost in travel. America had a vast amount of land left between the east and west coasts. Granted it was owned by France and Mexico for now.~ Mexico as Ivan recalled was one of Spains children. He had confident his America could easily take the girl. Alfred just needed a push in the right direction, so his America could be closer to him geographically...
"My Tsar has just issued a little trip to your lands! Isn't that nice? You get to see how wonderful you have grown into yourself." He watched his colonys reaction closely.
Alfred's eyes widened with shock. He was also so excited! He hadn't been home since... His expression darkened at the memory coming back.
Flashback~
The green eyed man... Arthur looking at him glaring. Wearing his blood red coat looking very much like the pirate he used to be. "Don't try to run. Or you'll end up dead just like your mother." Alfred had been tied to a warm body, but he couldn't remember who. The "who" wailed louder, while he stood strong. But, he would not back down from that monster!
"Let us go!" He continued to yell even though he couldn't do much other than that. Being bound and a helpless child.
End of Flashback~
He tightened his fist. He wasn't as weak anymore. He would show that stupid red coated Brit! Alfred relaxed a smile coming to his face. He just reminded himself of what Lithuania said. If he ever felt suddenly uncomfortable, as a personification, it must mean there are other countries within your territory! "It sounds wonderful Master. Will there be guests there?"
Ivan arched a brow at the question. "There shouldn't be. Why do you ask?" The only guests he could think of was the towns leader Maxim Pavel and his subordinates. Maxim was also the one who lead the voyage to America and set everything up for the used-to-be-English colony. They should be the only ones there. Then a lightbulb seemed to shine. 'Ah~ England must have finally decided to show! How exciting.' Chuckling how slow his king must have taken his time to notice something strange of hearing no word from the settlers.
Alfred putting his hand under his chin thinking of what to say. "I think an intruder is on my lands... I believe it's England." Smiling from ear to ear, but his blue eyes promising trouble. Rubbing his hands together and laughing, "Heh heh heh. Oh. How I've waited.~"
Ivan raised an eyebrow at the boys mischievous behavior. "Now, now. Pet, I do believe that you are right. Perhaps, we should make haste and greet him. I bet you can't wait to catch up with him..." Pausing to finish to observe Alfred's reaction. "And your brother Canada."
"Who?" Smirking and leaving it at that as they packed their belongings and headed to the New World.
*Back with England and Company-Normal P.O.V.*
The four people consisting of; Native America, France, England, and Canada walked along the neatly bricked road. With nice small homes with people bustling in the market place as they passed through. England noticed how all of them seemed genuinely happy. He couldn't understand why. Why! There was even some of Native America's people in the mix and selling items. Married couples even! Interracial marriage in England was rather frowned apon. Even marrying a person of lower birth was better than this!
"This place is an outrage!" England seethed not liking what had been done while he was away overseas. Native America raised an elegant dark brow at the pale man ignoring his comment and continued to lead them. There was even an Russian Orthodox Church built! Yes, he could admire it's grand architecture and how elegant the angel Michael looked as he stood on top of the building, his sword held high as if to strike down the devil himself. The sides of the buildings being symmetrical towers of gold with the cross to top them. Being a Protestant Christian, he admitted it wasn't a bad structure at all.
He didn't know he had stopped until he heard that Frog France call for him, "Oi~ Mr. Pouty-Face, hurry up or we'll leave you behind.~" His hand on the side of his mouth and the other on his hip to appear suave and impatient.
His face flushed, "Shut it, Frog! And whose pouting?" Glaring as he ran to catch up to them. They continued their useless banter, until the Native Woman stopped in front of a building resembling a smaller version of the Kremlin in Moscow. The spiral towers so full of life and vibrant with color. The red bricks sticking out against the green, blue, white, and gold onion domed towers. Even the grass was very neatly cut and so green!
'Russia sure has gaudy tastes...' England thought a bit envious. His own structures though showed a lot of talent and colors on the inside. On the outside was so... dark and gothic.
"We're here." Native America lead them into the building, into the hallway, and into a simple office. Well, as simple as those gaudy Russians can be. Stood a very tall man with dark hair and a beard to frame his face. It was well groomed and he was well dressed like any Cossack would. All the buttons and sashes in the right place, medals of honor and status glistening showing he was a man not to be trifled with. He must have been the leader the woman told the group about. "Maxim!" Native America went to his side.
The man who looked so intimidating dropped his defenses and had a look of concern for her. "Darling are you alright?" (A/N: Russian in Italics) Taking her into his arms and putting a comforting hand on her stomach.
"Da. I am fine and so is the baby..."She smiled comforting her husband placing her hand on top of his. No one noticed before, but on her left hand she wore a simple gold band.
"Wait... What?" England grew confused at how familiar she acted as she stood by his side facing them.
France caught on to it though, "Ah~ Are you perhaps married or in love?" He was the country of love after all!
Canada gasped at seeing the strange man with his mother feeling a bit lonely. He felt a pang of sadness that his Native Mother would ignore her own son for a human man. "Maman... Is this true?" He always trusted Frances instincts.
"Maple Leaf..." Shaking her dark raven hair. "Canada, this is my husband Maxim Pavel. And I am pregnant..." Not bothering to hide it.
France coughed trying to ease the tension. "Congratulations!" Smiling brightly as England was in shock. Poor man couldn't believe that some people can overcome differences such as skin color and marry. Not only that! Native America was a personification. Would the baby be another or a human?
It was then that Maxim took control. His dark eyes taking account of the three personifications that have visited. England, he took special care in observing. "The Kingdom of Great Britain, you are a guest here in the New World. My Tsar and Country have told me that you would be arriving soon. We have prepared rooms for you here, including your friend and his colony." His Russian came out strong in his English words, but were understandable.
England his nerves shot to hell was weary from the journey. "Thank you." He said politely. Maxim ushered in some servants and had them escorted to their own individual room.
His wife Native America, turned to him nuzzling into his chest. "I wish to be with my son Maple Leaf for a while... I have missed him so much." Maxim always wondered what her human name was, but even now she never told him. So, he gave her a good Russian womans name.
"Nadya. He is your son and you don't need my permission." Granted in this era where woman couldn't go places without an escort. Maxim walked her to Canada's room.
Native America smiled a bit of red showing on her tanned cheeks. She loved the name her husband picked for her. She has always been called Native America or Native Mother. She never told her husband her human name because she never had one... She also loved the fact that he allowed her freedom and protection. "Thank you dear one. I shall see you soon." Kissing his lips a bit of his beard tickled her chin.
He kissed her back showing the sweetness he rarely showed in front of others. Russian men had to be strong after all. He watched as she closed the door before turning away to return to his duties. And one of them happened to be greeting his Country and the New World. America... It tore at Maxim that he couldn't tell his wife about her first born, but the man had a duty to honor his homeland.
At Last~
Even with an escort to his room Britain had needed to use the water closet. So, he snuck out noticing the lack of guards. He scoffed, "Oi! Anyone could come in my room and kill me!" Oh Wait... He was immortal. He reminded himself. Well, not totally it would take drastic measures to kill a personification. But, it could be done. The scruffy blonde man finding the room eventually and relieved himself. Washing his hands he noticed out the window that it had gotten dark. His stomach growled.
He chuckled to himself, "Looks like it's time for dinner old chap." Walking out into the dark hallway where the atmosphere suddenly appeared so heavy. He could have sworn he heard a whistle that sounded like a haunted overture by a phantom... Shaking his head. 'It's probably just the wind.' Walking faster.
"Hello Britain" A voice so familiar, almost like a ghost haunting him in the night. Seeming to echo off the walls. Arthur looked to see those eyes that have bothered him since the night Russia had taken him. His nightmare come true as Alfred was posed as a refined gentleman in his attire meant for colder weather, hair slick to the sides, and glasses that sort of made him look like Austria. The very same callick at the top of his head that wouldn't stay down. He also held a black cane that as he unsheathed a hidden sword said, "Do you like pain? I bet I can teach you something about that, DA?"
Smirking at how much fun it was to finally be the one in control. To be the one holding the weapon!
"Alfred..." Arthur choked out. He couldn't say anything else as the sword struck forward and stabbed straight through him. The older nation coughed up some blood as his vision began to fade he saw the young nation smile as another figure appeared embracing the young man.
A voice that scared even the bravest of men rang in his ears, "You lose, Comrade.~ America is Mine." Then Arthur blacked out...