Disclaimer- don't make me do it again

Setting: IT'S 2012 people!

Andrew's Theme Songs are: American Trash by Innerpartysystem AND Don't Mess with Me by Temposhark

The other nations had all gone home with identical feelings of confusion of dread. Only Arthur, Francis, Matthew (he sent Prussia home with Kumajiro because he remembered that his boyfriend have left the stove) remained. And Andrew. Who was currently sitting in living room surrounded by the other three while he merrily sipped his coffee.

He set the cup down with a smirk and a clink, "You know, it's been about two years since I last came out, I missed the coffee Alfred drinks-of course I like it black while he drowns his with sugar."

Matthew furrowed his brows from his seat on the couch next to the lounge chair they had drawn up for Andrew, "Two years?" Andrew smoothed out his suit with white gloves, "Iraq War. Alfred wanted me to stay until it officially ended-but I only wanted to be out in the field so I left a year early*." Matthew nodded nervously and hugged the replacement pillow to his chest. He couldn't help it that he missed his bear!

Francis sat on the couch opposite Matthew next to Arthur. He kept shooting glances from between Andrew and the brit. Arthur's eyes had yet to leave the American. He didn't blame him.

France cleared his throat, "Could you explain the whole situation with Alfred having MPD now? I think we've waited long enough."

Andrew sighed and ran a hand through his hair as if didn't want to continue. He did anyway.

"Alfred has two safety nets. Bit Freedom Jones and me. Alfred likes to share Bit's middle name for some reason which is why they are the same-" "Bit Jones?" Arthur spoke for the first time in the last half hour. Andrew clicked his tongue in annoyance at being interrupted, "Yes. Like I said there are two-" "How long has Alfred had this disorder?" "WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Andrew suddenly shouted angrily. The three nations recoiled in shock and fear. Andrew's face, eyes, voice, and mannerisms were so different from Alfred's.

"Now,like I was saying-there are two safety nets. Alfred...created us for that purpose. He didn't create us at the same time, however, no-he made us at two entirely different times. Bit Freedom Jones was created before-no-for the Revolution. The stress of breaking away from England was too hard on him, so he made Bit to do it for him. Bit is sort of his eternal rebellious teenage persona. He's nice-but he's also incredibly touchy when he wants to be. Alfred made me around the time of WWI-for fighting and negotiating. He hated bloodshed so he made me to deal with war as well as major serious decisions and transactions that involved human life. For example, the Atomic Bomb? That was all me baby." Andrew got a far off look in his eyes and took on a sickening smile. Francis felt sick, he's so proud of it!

"Anyway, I'm only allowed out then. Bit, Bit is kind of his personal solider. While I sit and declare war and manipulate the cards he goes out and deals them. While I like to watch, he likes to be there in the battlefield. I don't like getting my clothes dirty." Andrew paused, "But I digress, Alfred is a complicated person-and a troubled tourtured soul at that. I truly pity the boy for all that he has to go through just to keep you safe from Him."

Arthur took a moment to digest the information before he spoke again, "Him?" Andrew's face suddenly grew grave and cold, "Yes. Why do you think Alfred goes around yelling that he's the 'hero'? Did you really think he had that much of an ego? I don't think I've met anyone with as little an ego as Al does. He does it to remind himself that he's not going through all the pain for nothing. That he's doing it to keep you all safe everyday. So he really is the hero, just not in the way you would think."

Andrew hesitated again, "There are three of us, besides Alfred. I...I don't know if I should tell you though, I don't want to kill the memories of Alfred that you have of him as a child, England..."

Arthur grew pale, "He's...he's been with this since he was a child? How long? How long has he had this!" "Calm down Angelterre"

Andrew sighed, "He's right England, no use getting all worked up over something you can't control. Yes, Alfred has had this since he was a child. Since before you adopted him, actually."

Arthur felt ill, "B-but he was just a toddler" his voice was weak and wavering.

"...Alfred has never used MPD pills before. He's been too afraid to do it."

"Why? What is he afraid of?"

"...he's afraid that he's just a personality as well.."

*Combat operations ended August 31, 2010. Officially ended December 15, 2011.