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Chapter Five

About an hour has passed, and America and Blaise were getting to know each other. So far, America has found out that Blaise really didn't remember anything before the experience in the garden, and that he already knew everything about America... Which was freaking him out.

"Dude!" exclaimed America. "How did you know about that? It's freaking personal!"

"Alfred, everyone knows you're afraid of ghosts..." Blaise shrugged. "You make it very obvious, as I can tell."

America's jaw dropped open. "How did you know that?!"

Blaise sighed. "Do we really have to go over this again? Seriously, man, I'm starting to think you belong here."

America banged his head against the wall. "No, I know that when you saw me, you just recognized me."

Blaise shook his head. "No, when I saw you, I knew you. There's a difference."

"But what does that mean, dude? Seriously, just because I have the Central Intelligence Agency doesn't mean I'm centrally intelligent."

Blaise looked up at the ceiling in exasperation, completely sick of explaining it to an attention deficit country. "It means that I know everything about you. America. Alfred F. Jones. Afraid of ghosts. Brother of Britain and Canada.. A complete narc." America opened his mouth to protest, but Blaise continued on. "Friend of Japan. Apparently "the Hero"." He looked America up and down. "And needs to cut back on the fast food."

"Hey!" America went to grab Blaise out of the air, but he only flew higher. "Take that back!"

Blaise laughed, and lowered himself onto the bed. "Man, you know that I JK. I just-" Blaise stopped. A noise went through the room. America looked at the door. It's being unlocked.

"Uh, Blaise," America whispered. "I think you should hide." He looked at the bed, and jumped back, moving his head all round. "Where'd you go?!"

A little white wing waved from underneath the bed, followed by a, "Under here, idiot!" America let out his breath. He hadn't even realized he was holding it. He doesn't want Blaise to leave him alone.

The door began to crack open slowly, and America's heart began to pound in his chest. Shit! What if it's one of those muscle heads that drug me here in the first place?!, he thought frantically. Then even worse thought found it's way into his brain. What if they want to experiment on me?!

The door opened all the way, and America's eyes almost popped out of his head. "A-Arthur?!"

Britain stood in the doorway, a blank look on his face. Suddenly, his eyes began to fill with tears, and he threw himself into America. "Alfred! Oh, Alfred! They got you!" He sobbed into his shoulder, and America rubbed his back awkwardly. "I thought... Thought that if-" He choked on his tears. "I thought that as long you were still out there, we'd have a chance!"

America pulled back a bit and looked at Britain. "Arthur, what the fuck are you doing here?"

Britain wiped his eyes and sniffed one more time, trying to pull himself together. "I-I don't know why I'm here... All I remember is sitting in my armchair, reading a book, when I heard glass shattering." He took a shaky breath. "And then I woke up in a doctors office with him standing over me..."

Britain had sneered the word "him", and America gave him a look. "I guess by 'him', you mean Mattie."

Britain slapped a hand over America's mouth. "Shh!" he hissed. "Don't ever call him by his name!"

America slapped Britain's hand away, trying hard to control his frustration. "Why the hell not, dude? I mean, that's his name." He glared at Britain. "And my brother."

England gave a crazed laughed, but it stopped as abruptly as it had started. "As far as you're concerned, Alfred, I'm your only brother in this building." He give a quick, paranoid glance round. "Don't listen to him. He's trying to mislead you. He wants something from us, but I don't know what." He grabbed America's face gently in his shaking hands. "Help us, Alfred." Suddenly, Britain pulled America's face to his and placed a hard kiss on his mouth.

America's eyes grew wide and he pulled away abruptly. "Ack!" He frantically wiped his hand over his mouth, trying to remove the sensation of the kiss from his skin. He turned to Britain and threw his hands in the air. "What. The. Actual. FUCK?!" screamed America. "Why did you do that?!" He raked his fingers over his tongue. I swear his tongue was in my mouth.

Britain was looking at the ground, and he chuckled darkly. "Ever since... I've dreamed... And now... You're here."

"Arthur...? You're not making any sense..." America was a little freaked out. "Ever since when? Dreamed of what? I'm worried about you, bro."

Britain looked up, insanity shining in his eyes. America took a step back, but Britain only took one forward. "You're gonna save us! It's time to become the hero again, Alfred," he whispered. "And now everyone else will know you belong to me!"

Britain began to back out of the room as he laughed, and America held out a hand. "Wait! What do you mean?" he asked. "Who's 'us'? Save you from what?" But the door had slammed shut, and he heard it lock again.

America leaned against the wall and allowed his body to slide to the floor. He drew his knees up and hugged them to his chest. I should have known, he thought. Something is wrong. With this place, And with Mattie...

America heard the flutter of wings and suddenly remembered. Oh, yeah. Blaise is here... Blaise... he thought. I wonder if he understands any of this.

Blaise perched himself on America's knees. There was look of concern on his tiny bird face, which made America feel embarrassed. He didn't like to be pitied. "Alfred... I really don't know what to say." Blaise said gently. "I'm sorry..."

America met his gaze for one moment, and then looked away. "There's nothing to be sorry for..."

Blaise crossed his wings. "Okay, don't give me any of that." All sympathy had left his voice, which made America perk up a little. But he didn't show it. "I know everything about you. Which means that I know that, deep down, you care for Arthur. Seeing him act like that, like he's totally insane, must have hurt."

"Okay, yes, it hurt. A fucking lot." He sat up straighter. "But it gave me a wake up call. Now I know something is definitely wrong. Sure, Arthur's a whack job, but he was never like that." He looked Blaise in the face. "Someone did that to him."

"You really think so?"

America nodded. "And if I don't do something soon, I might end up like that too..."

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Last chapter as of October 12th. Should be able to post couple more tomorrow, so keep an eye out! Thank ya for reading, brosephs! ;D And don't forget to review! It would be much appreciated. c: