I want to start by thanking all my wonderful reviewers AND viewers! I never thought I'd have so many people following this story! THANK YOU! I also want to explain a few things:

I AM SO SORRY that this isn't UKUS or anything like that-if you came for the M rating because you thought it would be smut I APOLOGIZE! I can't and will never write smut anyway...

To Kaylm Iditra: THANK YOU! He dyed his hair so I fixed the time! You really CAN'T dye your hair (at least well) in 15 minutes

Disclaimer: I can't believe I'm doing this again-HETALIA IS NOT MINE PEOPLE!~sheesh

Previously:

"Yo, I'm Bit Freedom Jones. Nice ta' meet ya"

After Bit appeared they decided to go back up to Alfred's room. The three nations were sitting on the bed while Bit was walking around the room.

"So, what do ya' wanna know?" They noticed that Bit's accent sounded like a mix of Texan and Southern...how that was possible they had no idea but it was what is was.

"How about you tell us exactly what the bloody hell is going on!" Arthur all but screamed, "Andrew told us almost nothing! He was useless!"
Bit looked at his for a moment before bursting into laughter, "O-oh m' God! Y-Yar face-it's so red! Hahahahahaha!" Arthur sputtered indignantly, "Excuse me?"

Bit wiped away a tear with a small laugh, "I guess since the idiot told ya nothin' I have ta do it now."

Bit took a deep breath:

"Alright, to start it off, Alfred does not hate ya. Before ya say anything-ya were wrong in thinking that he started the Revolution because he hated ya and wanted to get away from ya. That's the biggest lie in the world. Alfred adores ya, he would die for ya. Alfred created me to carry out the Revolution in order to save ya from Billy."

The room was eerily quiet as the name left the man's lips.

Arthur shivered, that name is so familiar.

"Billy...he's Him isn't he?"

"That's right. Right around the time you gave Alfred that little house with the toy soldiers Billy showed up. Andrew's annoying and is a lying bastard-it started then,not before. Billy first began as an apparition of sorts that would sometimes seem like a real person and would walk around with Alfred, but whenever Alfred walked by a mirror, it would be Billy and not Alfred. Billy terrified Alfred. He called for you, remember? One day when he was playing with the soldiers? He was screaming for you?" for some reason the accent suddenly switched to something akin to a mix of British and something else.

Arthur paled. Of course he remembered...of course...

"ARTHUR!" a shriek made Arthur immediately drop his embroidery and he dashed down the hall to Alfred's room. Did he hurt himself? What happened?

He was confused when he reached the doorway and saw that the boy was unharmed. But he looked scared. No, scared was an understatement-he looked horrified. He was pale, shaking, and staring at something on the other side of the small room. He immediately rushed to the boy's aid. "What's wrong poppet? What happened?"

Alfred pointed at the wall with a shaking finger, "W-Who is that?!" Arthur frowned, he looked and all he saw was the peeling cream wallpaper. "Who? No one is there, love. Do you have a fever?" he put a hand to his forehead, he was clammy and no where near warm.

Alfred snapped his head to his caretaker with wild eyes that were beginning to overflow with tears, "W-What?" he rasped with chattering teeth, "Can't you see him?" he looked back at the empty air and let out a whimper and buried his face into Arthur's vest. "Please make him leave big brother! Please! Make him go away!" Arthur petted the boy's hair worriedly. He looked back at the wall but still saw nothing. Not even with the Sight could he see anything wrong. Alfred let out a sob and curled closer to the older nation, as if he was trying desperately to disappear.

What was going on?

"W-What was he seeing that made him so scared?" Arthur was on the verge of tears.

Bit sighed and fiddled with a little toy car on Alfred's dresser.

"Himself"

"Himself?"
"Yup, only more demented and absolutely psychotic. Billy, we don't even give him a last name because he's just too horrific to be considered a person, is to but it bluntly, insane." Bit looked up to Arthur, abandoning the toy car. His gaze was piercing.

"His sole purpose and obsession seems to be to kill you."

Arthur's world froze, "W-what?Why?" his knuckles were turning white from his death grip on Francis' hand.

Bit shrugged, "No clue. But Billy started to control Alfred. Very slightly though, at the beginning. As the years passed Billy's hold on Alfred's body seemed to grow to the point that he actually tried to kill you on more than one occasion. One particular time he almost succeeded-if Alfred hadn't stopped him. Alfred, throughout the rest of his childhood, dedicated himself solely to learning how to act and how to control Billy. The happy little nation you came home to was a lie. I'm sorry if that hurt you but it's the truth. Alfred spent days cooped up in bed with books trying to figure out something that would help him protect you from himself. Of course it was futile, nothing helped him. So...he grew desperate...and he tried to kill himself..."

Mwahahahahahah cliffhanger!