The CSA never had a separate body. America just had a split personality during the Civil war.

He is also terrified it might happen again because he can still hear the confederacy sometimes.

{Saw this on some art somewhere and had to write a thing}

Alfred sat locked in his room. He could hear the confederacy whispering in the back of his mind.

He couldn't run from it. The other nations didn't understand, they thought that there had been an actual living breathing personification of the confederacy; they didn't realize that it was just a voice in Alfred's head.

The whispering had started three hours ago, when he realized what was going on he hid himself away.

"Alfred?" He heard Matthew call from outside the door.

'No he shouldn't be here!' Alfred thought distressed.

'Let him come in, I can show that boy what I should have shown him all those years ago.'

Alfred felt sick at the memories that flooded his mind.

March 1861. Matthew is visiting due to Lincoln's Inauguration; he comes down every time a new president is elected. This time though Alfred had been trying to spend as little time around him as possible.

"Alfie why do you keep avoiding me, did I do something wrong?" Matthew asked after cornering Alfred in the kitchen.

"N-no it's just-"

'He's one of them, he should go back to where he belongs, he didn't want to be part of this nation.'

"Just?"

"Just that I haven't really felt good and I didn't want to get you sick." Alfred knew he should have thought up something else as soon as Matthews face went from hurt to worry.

"Alfie if you're sick you need to be in bed." He fussed shooing Alfred up the set of stairs toward his room.

'Somewhere quiet where I can show him what it really means to be enslaved.'

Alfred jerked away from Matthews touch and flopped down on his bed, not caring that he was still in his suit.

"What's really wrong Al, you're not sick, it's something else." Matthew said standing with his arms crossed and a confused frown in his face from across the room.

"Mattie, please don't ask." Alfred could feel his control slipping on the confederacy; he couldn't allow that to happen while Matthew was here.

"I want to help you Alfred, please let me." Matthew begged stepping closer to the bed and leaning down so he could look Alfred in the eyes. Alfred felt his control snap and he lashed out grabbing Matthew by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down onto the bed. Rolling on top of him and pinning him down Alfred glared.

"Al?" Matthew whimpered, confused and frightened by his brother's sudden change in attitude.

"He tried to avoid ya lad, but you make things a tad hard when you go through so much trouble to take care of him, just like a true union lover." Alfred spat and that's when Matthew understood what was going on.

"You need to stop this, your only hurting you both." Matthew said calmly.

"Really, I know you're a part of that Underground Railroad, or whatever it is they're calling that ridiculous crap."

Matthew froze.

"That's right, I know this, but England doesn't… what would he say if he knew his little colony was secretly aiding the union without his knowledge."

"It doesn't matter." Matthew whispered, but inside he was frightened.

"Oh, you say that, but I can see it in your eyes, you're scared."

"So are you." Matthew looks at him with a small smirk.

"Why's that?"

"Because you're going to lose this war and you know it."

Later when Alfred wakes up after his blackout he is shocked to see Matthew sleeping beside him. He notices to his horror a large bruise covering his left cheek. He freaks out; grabbing Matthew by the shoulders he shakes him awake.

"W-WHAT?!"

"What happened?!" Alfred demanded in a cold voice refusing to break his gaze on the bruise. "I hit you didn't i?"

"He hit me."

"Why?"

"I told him something he didn't want to hear."

"Is that all he did?" Alfred asked in a quiet voice. Matthew placed his hand under his chin and lifted his head so they were looking into each other's eyes.

"That's all he did, so I don't want you beating yourself up over it."

"You shouldn't stay here."

"I'm going to stay until you feel better."

Present Day.

Alfred is so caught up in his past he doesn't notice that Matthew has picked the lock and is now sitting next to him until he wraps his arms around Alfred's waist.

"M-Mattie… you shouldn't be here." He whispers.

"I'm going to stay until you feel better."