The room was silent until Arthur's raspy voice spoke once more, "W-What?" he sounded so broken."I told you you'd regret me telling you."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY BROTHER'S ONLY A PERSONALITY? Are you saying he doesn't really exist!" Matthew practically shrieked. Andrew tutted, "Now, I didn't say that. I said that he was afraid he was only a personality. I never said he was one. Although, he started to fade the moment he took the pills so who knows? Maybe he is just a personality? That's why he called you, England. Because he thought that he was going to disappear forever. Which in reality is completely irrational-I mean, I'm a personality and I'm still here right? So I don't know why he was babbling so much..." Andrew paused, "You know, the reason he thinks he's just a personality is because of Him...if He didn't exist then Alfred wouldn't be so upset all the time. Then again if He didn't exist none of us would...except maybe Alfred-if he isn't just another personality that is..."

"Who is this 'He' you keep mentioning? Is he another personality?" Francis asked while rubbing soothing circles on the englishman's back, poor man was slouched over in shock.

"Maybe. Maybe not. He could be just a personality, or maybe he's the REAL America who just developed MPD for some reason and created Alfred who in turn created us."

"You know, every time we've asked you about the third personality, you never say his name?" Arthur seemed to have recovered at this point, although he was still deathly pale.

Andrew's eyes narrowed and he rested his head on his folded hands, "Yes, I like to refrain from using His name. It leaves a foul taste in my mouth. He's...he's been with Alfred since the beginning-well, he first appeared to Alfred when he was around the human age of ten, about the time when you made him those soldiers. Alfred can show us his memories, because we are part of him. I don't like that day, it was terrifying to Alfred. Poor boy was so terrified you can feel his fear in his memories, they practically ooze his horror. I don't even know how Alfred kept on living until he created Bit. When I say that we are safety nets, I mean it. We were created to deal with the problems that Alfred couldn't face on his own. We were, naturally, created to help him deal with Him as well. When Alfred can't handle the pain of repressing Him, we help him. It's our job to protect Alfred. He created us after all. Which is why I'm confused as to how Alfred could possibly be a personality. I mean, can personalities create personalities? I don't think so. But it's what Alfred thinks so I have to agree, I guess."

The room was quiet for a while.

"When I gave him the soldiers...!" everyone turned to Arthur who was now trembling with a hand over his mouth. "I-I remember! Alfred was acting weird that day! H-He kept going on about seeing some boy who looked like him...I thought he was just trying to get attention or maybe he had the Sight-but when I pressed the subject a few days later he just said that he was making it up. Oh God! I should have know I should have-" "How could you have possibly known what was going on? And even if you did know, you wouldn't have been able to get rid of Him. Alfred's tried and it hasn't worked so far. He only knows how to repress him-and even then He's annoying as ever, damn shit won't shut the fuck up for more than a few minutes!" Andrew finished with a huff and uncrossed his legs from the coffee table.

Then Matthew asked the question everyone was thinking, "Where's Alfred right now?"

"Oh? Alfred? He's with Him right now...probably. I can't get in touch with him and neither can Bit so that's probably where he is. At least He is quiet-for the first time ever actually...wonder what's made him shut up?"

Arthur stood up angrily, "How can you be so bloody calm about this! What's He going to do to Alfred?"
Andrew looked up at England, looking bored, "Sit down Arthur, I'm getting a headache from all your yelling. But I guess it doesn't matter, really. After all, Bit will probably want to come out soon after he's done trying to look for Alfred. Brat's more attached to Alfred than I am-but then again he's known him longer."

"At least can you tell us His name before you go?"
"No. I'll let Bit tell you-I told you, I don't like saying it 'cause it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to go upstairs so Bit can change into something more...him."

And with that Andrew went upstairs, leaving the three nations behind.

37 long minutes later...

The clunking of boots brought the three's attention to the stairwell, where the man now stood. He was dressed head to toe in black. Black combat boots, black baggy pants that were littered with chains, a black studded belt, a black scarf tied around the waist, a black long sleeve T-Shirt with a few rips in it, a black undershirt, a black leather jacket that reached with waist, numerous spiked bangles and bracelets, dog tags, a pair of black pistols on each hip, and dyed black hair.

"Yo, I'm Bit Freedom Jones. Nice ta' met cha'."