Disclaimer: Dammit! I wanna own Hetalia! No fair! No fair! And I hate doing disclaimers! Just a waste of stupid space! Humph! *pouty face and grabs shotgun*

Alfred's thoughts: blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

Billy's craziness : blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

I'm here

I'm there

I'm absolutely everywhere

The only question is

Where are you?

It had been three days since he tried to end his life-and Alfred's sanity was crumbling.

I can't do this

What do you mean?

I can't keep this up

Yes you can.

I have to tell someone

No you don't.

I have to get help

How would someone help you?

Alfred lay in his room, clutching his sheets and shaking uncontrollably. His hair was sticking everywhere and his eyes were dilated and bloodshot. His body was drenched in a cold sweat and he felt like throwing up.

"...You're right...no one can get rid of you-you're like a fucking parasite...you'll just eat at me until I die and then you'll use my body to kill Arthur...fuck you..."

Wow, have I broke you so badly that you've resulted to swearing like that? And here I thought that Arthur had raised you better...guess I was wrong.

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! I FUCKING HATE YOU! HOW DARE YOU EVEN SAY HIS NAME YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT ARTHUR! HE'S MY BIG BROTHER AND NOTHING YOU DO WILL EVER CHANGE THAT!...and you haven't broken me."

...Yet...

It was around midnight and England was sleeping.

The moon shone like a blank eye in the night sky; it's rays filtering through the windows like fingers.

It was deathly quite in the mansion, save for the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the hallway.

England was going to go back across the pond the next day so he played with Alfred the whole day.

If only he knew that Alfred's smiles and laughs were fake.

If only he noticed the occasional limps and grimaces.

If only he knew...

Soft candlelight illuminated the darkness as bare feet crossed the wooden floors and headed towards the englishman's open door.

Blue eyes looked down at the man sleeping safe and sound in his bed.

Dark blue eyes...

Billy had gained control of Alfred's body while he'd been sleeping.

He lit a lantern and grabbed one of Alfred's hidden kitchen knives and headed towards England's bedroom.

He had to do it fast or Alfred might gain control again.

Slipping quietly through the door, he made a silent beeline to the kingsized poster-bed in at the far end of the room.

He set the lantern at his feet and turned it off-lest he wake Arthur.

The moonlight seeping through the window behind him illuminated a minacle smile and twisted dark blue eyes.

He poised the knife high above the sleeping man's chest with both hands...before plunging it down

This is it!

It's finally time!

Finally, it's time to kill England!

Time to ki-

*bong* *bong* *bong*

Billy's eyes widened as the clock struck midnight and the man on the bed began to stir.

The knife was inches from the man's chest and as he moved the knife brushed up against his nightshirt-exposing vulnerable pale flesh.

NO!

Alfred violently gained control and he yanked the knife back-causing it to fly from his hand and skid towards the open door and into the hallway.

"Ngh...Alfred?"

Alfred's eye's widened as his older brother mumbled his name in his sleep-befudled state. He was still asleep but was teetering dangerously on the verge of consciousness.

America quickly pushed the lantern under the bed with his foot and made a mad dash into the hallway.

He picked up the knife from it's position near the wall and ran to his room...and past it.

He reached the kitchen and hastily put the knife back into the drawer grabbed a smaller one before slipping quietly out the front door.

His breathing was erratic as he ran to the stables and he practically ripped the door off it's hinges in his panic.

He threw himself into a corner where there were no animals and began to scream.

In his head.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!? YOU JUST TRIED TO KILL ARTHUR! YOU TRIED TO KILL HIM! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO-

YOU FUCKING BRAT! HOW DARE YOU STOP ME! HOW DARE YOU STOP ME JUST BEFORE I COMPLETED MY PLAN! FUCKING LITTLE SHIT!

WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL MY BROTHER!

YOU IDIOT! I'M TRYING TO KILL HIM SO I CAN LIVE!