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Alfred gripped his head as another wave of pain assaulted his senses. He writhed and thrashed to the point where he had knocked off almost all the things on his dresser and had created huge scrapes on the wall behind the headboard. "A-Ah!" he gasped as disturbing images forced themselves in front of his eyes as Billy once again invaded his mind. "G-Get out of me! Leave me alone!" he had started crying at this point. Thick, fat, tears dripped down his flushed cheeks and he grasped the sheets tightly as his stomach felt as if it were being ripped out.
Wide, frightened, and pained blue eyes were dull and his pupils had dilated considerably. He felt as if something gross was slithering through his veins. He could imagine black snakes worming their way under his skin. He let out a cry of pain and bit his lip to the point where it began to bleed. Underneath his pain and fear lay his biggest worry: England was going to be home in a few hours. What was he going to do? He couldn't let his big brother see him like this. He just couldn't. He couldn't even imagine the look of horror on the older nation's face when he learned of Billy. England would leave him or attack him or-or! America jerked sharply from a particularlly sharp pain in his chest that began to spread to his limbs in a surge of cold.
He jerked again and crashed off the bed and onto the porcelain lamp he had knocked over. Even more pain coursed through his head as he smashed it into the lamp that shattered instantly.
He could feel the blood begin to pool around him. It was staining the floor and matting his hair into awkward clumps. But he wasn't hurting anymore. His head stung from the sharp debris imbeded in it-but other than that, nothing. He wasn't sore and the almost seizure hadn't come back.
Everything was quiet.
Except for shrieking that wasn't coming from him.
It was coming from Billy.
He could hear it in his head, it was shrill and demonic and it scared him. He had never heard anything so disgustingly horrific. It was like nails on a chalkboard and the sound of some dying animal all mixed together. And like that, it stopped. He heard some faint whimpering and then all was quiet.
Alfred struggled to sit up and felt the back of his head. It was drenched and dripping with blood. He winced as he stood up and looked at the mess he had made. It was aweful. But it could be cleaned. But first he needed to clean his head so that it could heal right. He could already feel the skin stiching and bone fusing together. He just had to take out the shards of porcelain so they didn't get stuck in his head. Ah, the perks of being a nation.
Alfred beamed at the door. England was coming soon and he just couldn't wait. But he was also terrified. Billy wanted to kill England. What if he tried to kill him? Could Alfred stop him? Or would he lose his big brother...The door clicked and he bolted from his seat on the ground and practically jumped for joy. England's face was flushed as if he had been running and the dirt on the hems of his pants only proved that point. Alfred felt his heart swell. Arthur ran to see me! He came to see me!
"Alfred! Poppet! I'm so happy to see you, lad!" Arthur scooped up the boy in a bear hug and Alfred shrieked in delight. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent he loved so much. Arthur always smelled of green tea and the ocean. Alfred loved that scent so much and-
Suddenly he felt a chill run through his body like lightning and he snapped his eyes open.
Oh God, no.
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