A/N:

Hey! Just wanted to inform everyone, Conner insults one country. And his brother. Kay! Just wanted to warn you guys.

"Yeah…I'm not mad 'bout that. Anyhow where the hell is the bathroom?" I ask twiddling with my gunpowder horn. While I'm waiting for an answer, I take off my glasses to clean them. Alfred stands up while I'm doing this so I don't exactly realize how pissed he is.

"Conner. Room. Now," he hisses. I glance up at the taller boy and smile sheepishly.

"Why?" I ask bravely. He glares at me and I start to think maybe this wasn't such a good idea. "I-I mean…why do I have to sit in a room all by myself when you said I could meet the other countries someday," I snap. "I get it. You have to set the better example cause you're the damn older brother! You know what?! Fuck it!"

I flip him off and throw a punch at his face. He dodges and punches my in the stomach. But by now, I can't feel pain. I'm too angry. I kick him then punch him while he's holding his stomach. He falls to the ground, and I'm on top of him. My fists are as fast as lightning and as painful as bullets. I feel someone trying to pull me off, so I stand up. I turn, but all I see is grey. I freeze.

"Alfred…it happened again," I say quietly. I see blood, guns, broken bodies. And Alfred. He's holding his hand out to me. I hear a distant wailing sound. My throat burns, blood clouds my vision. And I hear voices. Great, I've finally lost it. The vision clears, and I'm staring at a floor. My hands are behind my back, someones holding them. I look up, scared out of my mind. Countries are crowded around someone. I see Alfred's hair between their legs.

Then, I lose my shit. "ALFRED! THEY'RE BACK, THE SOLDIERS CAPTURED NEW ORLEANS! THEY'VE CAPTURED THE CITY! THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME!" I scream out. Countries look up in alarm.

But, me shouting what I had shouted when the soldiers tried to kill me, had the desired effect. Al, bless his heart, sat straight up and shouted back, "BACK DOWN SOLDIERS! HE'S MY DAMNED BROTHER!"

I grin and say, "Mornin, bro. Now who the hell is holding my hands?" I turn my head to see behind me and I see a smiling Russian. "Damn it. I don't have the damn patience," I growl. Alfred looks towards me. I look down in shame and mutter, "Sorry. My anger got the best of me, and I released it on the wrong person. Now who the hell called my brother fat and stupid?! I swear, I will find a way to kill them in the most painful way possible."

I glare at the countries and hear a voice whisper in my ear, "Calm down or I will have to use my pipe, da?" I freeze and everything starts to blur around the edges.

My southern accent finally shows as I whisper, "Alfred, it's happening again. The blood, the war, the pain." I look at him. "Dear God, it's happening. Do you think I'll be able to thank my brave soldiers? Will I see Lee again? Will I have to be shot again…?" Alfred starts to get up but gray is closing in fast. "Poor Virginia. Louisiana. Texas. Florida." I start to close my eyes and someone jerks my chin up and slaps me across the face.

"Damn it Conner Lee Jones! I am not going to let you see that war again!" I open my eyes and see a blurry outline. The grey recedes as he talks about the times in the park, at the ice cream shop, at the ocean. I blink my eyes one more time to see Alfie staring at me worried to all hell.

"You look like shit," I laugh out.

"You throw a mean right hook. Can I get you back?"

"Yep. Fire away," I close my eyes and prepare for the worst.

"OoH! Your so cute! Who would have thought this little cutie is the only real match for me?! You're so cute Connie-boy! Connie, Connie, commie!" My eyes fly open and I glare at the grinning Yankee.

"OI! I ain't a damn pinko-commie! Don't even start that shit Yank! That wasn't called for! Yeowch!" Alfred pinches my cheeks and makes me look like a fish. Admittedly a very pissed looking fish. A couple countries chuckle. I cross my eyes and blow out my cheeks.

"Hey! Look at me! I'm that guy on the corner who eats McDonalds all the time!" I say evilly. Alfred glares and gets me in another headlock. By now the Russian has let go. As soon as he starts to noogie me I start flailing my arms wildly. I just happen to flip him off as I do so. Now I can hear quite a few countries laughing their heads off.

"Say it!" I hear Alfie shouts gleefully.

"Nope! I already said it today!" I shout back. "And don't you dare throw forks at me!"

He laughs and replies, "Nope! You have to say it~!"

I groan and say, "You're the damn fucking hero. There. I said it."

America laughs and keeps me in a headlock, dragging me along after him. A man with green eyes and thick eyebrows step in front of him. "America. Who the bloody hell is this?!"

I bristle and start shouting, "Who is this?! Who is this?! I'll fucking tell you, you damn Brit! I'm the Confederacy!" I twist and finally I open my mouth and bite down on Alfred's arm. Hopefully he didn't need it. He releases me and starts screaming curses I can't, and really don't want to, hear.

I bare my teeth at the Brit. He backs off and I taste something metallic in my mouth. I roll my eyes and scoff, "Scared of me cause I have blood on my teeth? Believe me, I've looked worse."

"Tell us who you are and we won't hurt you, da?" I hear a voice behind me say. I whirl around, and come face to face with the creepy Russian.

"Dude, you look like a mass murderer who's about to kill someone else," I reply to the question. The Russian stops smiling and I continue, "You know there's a medium right? In between creepy and happy? It's called a poker face. But, eh. What would a pinko-commie know?"

I sense it before I see it. I duck and see the pipe going over my head. I step to the side as the Russian brings the pipe down. It hits the floor and now he's glaring at me. My face is as cold as ice, and I have an expression of seriousness on my face.

"Alfred. Now can I have my weapons?" I ask calmly.

"NO! We do not need you running around with a rifle, several revolvers and dozens of knives! And I am not going to bail you out of jail again!" he shouts at me.

"Yeah, well, it wasn't my fault you left several beers out. Although it was funny when you tried to explain who I was without bringing up the Civil War," I reply laughing. I tense and feel something hit the side of my head. I hear ringing in my ears and I'm staring at the ceiling dazed.

"What…the…fuck?" I spit out. Everything's blurry and I reach out blindly for my glasses. Someone steps on my hand and I grit my teeth, no sound escaping my mouth.

"Yo, dude! Get off his hand so he can grab his glasses," Alfred says to the Russian stepping on my hand. He sighs and steps off. Someone hands me my glasses and I put them on. I examine my hand and twist it this way and that to make sure nothing is broken.

"Heh. Wouldn't be the first time someone shattered the bones in my hand, brother," I laugh, glaring at Alfred. He chuckles nervously and looks away. I get up and stretch, my arms cracking as I do so. I turn to the Russian and grin.