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Billy: "blah blah blah"
"Ugh...my head hurts...where am I?"
"Hello Alfred. It's been a while since I've spoke to you like this."
Alfred was lying on a giant chess board. He was currently on a white square that was suspiciously smeared with red.
It was blood.
It was his.
Alfred grunted as he realized that the back of his head was bleeding.
"You tend to bleed when you fall on your head, you know."
"Why did you bring me here, Billy."
Billy stood directly in front of him on a black square. His hair seemed to blow in a nonexistent wind and Alfred caught the stench of rotting flesh on the monster's clothes. His face was split in half by a sharp toothed grin and his dark eyes swirled.
"You never seem to change, no matter how much time passes."
"I can't say the same to you. You've grown up", his grin stretched impossibly wider, "At least physically."
"And you're still a child, both mentally and physically."
The smile never faltered.
"Why would you bring me here?"
"You know why."
"I want to hear you say it."
"I fear I have no time left to entertain you. I must be off now. But please, feel free to explore my world."
"No! Wait you bastard!"
Alfred struggled to stand as Billy began to fade.
"I believe I will give our dear big brother a visit. I'm sure he'll be overjoyed to see me. Ta ta, my dear Alfred."
England was deathly quiet as they traveled through the halls of Alfred's world. Occasionally France would stop to let the brit catch up, but otherwise they let him drag his feet and let him think. "Come on, Angleterre." Francis put his hand on the small of Arthur's back and led him along as gently as he could."I'm such a horrible brother, Francis..." Arthur whispered with his head hung, "I'm not worth Alfred's suffering-!"
The hollow sound of France's hand against his cheek rang through the burgundy halls.
"Wha-"
"Shut up. If you say that then all that Alfred went through would be in vain. He loved you and still loves you no matter what. Even when you left him to go pirating for years on end he still loved you. He was willing to discard all your faults and love you as his brother. He almost killed himself to save you and you say your not worth his suffering? It doesn't matter what you think! Alfred believed you were worth it and so you are!"
Arthur held his bruised cheek as he watched his panting friend.
"I...thank you, I needed that."
Francis gave him a small smile, "You're very welcome, mon ami."
Andrew made a face and turned to Bit, "Eww, I can't believe all this mushy shit is happening."
"...I can't believe I'm agreeing with you."
Alfred vomited again, "P-Please, stop it.."
London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down.
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.
The dolls sang in childrens' voices as they danced around him a ring as they held hand. He lay curled up the middle of his white square in a pool of blood and vomit. The song was making his stomach hurt and his blood felt as if it were on fire.
Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay, wood and clay,
Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair lady.
They wore ripped red dresses and black hair of rope. Their black button eyes were ripping out and stuffing showed from the rips in terry sack skin. Their mouths were stiched shut, but the singing made him naseous.
Wood and clay will wash away,
Wash away, wash away,
Wood and clay will wash away,
My fair lady.
There was the sound of nails of chalkboard and Alfred cracked open a tearfilled eyes to look above him at the black empty space that was the sky. He saw a silver speck and suddenly a cage was plumetting down from the sky towards him.
Build it up with bricks and mortar,
Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar,
Build it up with bricks and mortar,
My fair lady.
The bird cage slammed down around him, ripping the dolls apart in the process. Yet the singing continued.
Bricks and mortar will not stay,
Will not stay, will not stay,
Bricks and mortar will not stay,
My fair lady.
A roar filled the empty air and three gaint black and white checkered lions suddenly melted up from the board. They lunged at the cage and rammed their heads into the bars in an attempt to break it.
Build it up with iron and steel,
Iron and steel, iron and steel,
Build it up with iron and steel,
My fair lady.
Alfred tried desperately to avoid the razor sharp claws that reached into the cage by curling into himself impossibly tighter. Although the lions battered the cage with all their strength, the bars neither bent nor did the cage move an inch.
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
Bend and bow, bend and bow,
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
My fair lady.
Insane giggling mangaged to be heard over the demented song as well as the thunderous roars. He clapped his hands over his ears in an attempt to block out the cocophany of noise.
Build it up with silver and gold,
Silver and gold, silver and gold,
Build it up with silver and gold,
My fair lady.
He felt like dying. He was scared. Alone. And worst of all, Arthur wasn't there to comfort him. He wanted nothing more than to disappear and escape from the hell around him. Maybe if he prayed hard enough, his big brother would come and save him.
Silver and gold will be stolen away,
Stolen away, stolen away,
Silver and gold will be stolen away
My fair lady.
The scream of a woman pierced the sounds of demons and Alfred snapped his head to his left to peer through the mass of checkered fur. A woman dressed in a maid uniform with curly blonde hair in a bun and a baby in her arms cowered a few yards away. Alfred could only watch in horror as Abigail, his favorite maid as a child, and her baby Richard were torn to shreds by the monsterous cats.
Set a man to watch all night,
Watch all night, watch all night,
Set a man to watch all night,
My fair lady.
Blood and guts sprayed everywhere and stained the game board with crimson. He let out a sob and saw that the lions melted once again into the floor along with the butchered corpses.
Suppose the man should fall asleep,
Fall asleep, fall asleep,
Suppose the man should fall asleep?
My fair lady.
The cage began to rattle as the bars turned into silver snakes and fell to the floor. They writhed and slowly crawled to the now standing Alfred, fangs bared and hissing. He yelped when one bit his ankle. It hurt so bad.
Give him a pipe to smoke all night,
Smoke all night, smoke all night,
Give him a pipe to smoke all night,
My fair lady.
"I wanna go home...England."