yeah its been a while huh? I have been so busy with my hetalia ask blog I haven't been getting to updating, though good news is I have up to four chapters ready and waiting for you all. I am going to try andupdate once a week at the least.

Anyway shorter chapter this time, hope you guys like it!

The warm sun filtered through my closed eyes, I enjoyed the feeling, missing the sunlight after this

harsh winter.

"'Bout time you woke up," Alfred's voice chuckled directly to my right. I jumped having been startled scrambling backwards on my hands and feet like a crab; till my head banged harshly into a nearby tree. Alfred broke into laughter as I rubbed my head. Once the stars cleared from my vision I finally took in our surroundings.

We were in the same prairie field as before, the fog not as heavy as before, though still hanging in some areas. The sun was shining above, filtering through the tall tree Alfred and I sat under. The tree was on the top of one of the many rolling hills, though it was the only one around that I could see.

"Yeah as far as I know this is the only tree around here," Alfred spoke with a dismissive smirk. He must have noticed my startled expression because he chuckled again. "We're in your mind so it's only natural I can hear what you're thinking," his smile faltered for a moment before he glared at me with a pout. "No need for that kind of language."

So it was true he could hear my thoughts.

We both sat there in silence, Alfred occasionally scratching the back of his head in what I guess was nervousness. I looked everywhere but him pulling my knees to my chest and huddled into a ball.

"So, uh, what's with the new look?" Alfred finally spoke up. "Not that's its bad or anything," he laughed slightly at his joke though quieted quickly seeing that I wasn't laughing, instead I was fingering my new haircut.

"The Expansionists are looking for me," I replied softly. "Ingrid thought it would be best if I change my look."

"Oh yeah, Ingrid that bombshell red head you're traveling with," Alfred winked playfully, this made me smile a bit. Not his comment but just how much he was trying to cheer me up. "She seems nice."

"She is," I nodded in agreement. "Reminds me of Ma-" a flash of bright red and a loud bang echoed through my hearing and vision. I screeched in terror at the memory pulling my knees closer and covering my ears.

I shivered in fright as tears threatened to spill and more gunshots reverberated through my ears. Instantly I felt warmness envelop me, as I started to sob. Alfred had sensed my distress and scooted to where I sat and held me close as I cried. I don't remember much of the four days I was on the run. Though I do know, but I didn't speak, cry, or utter a sound; till now. All of those pent up emotions were coming out at that moment.

Alfred held tight as I sobbed, I clutched his shirt as he held me, my tears flowing freely. He didn't say anything at that moment for I didn't need someone to talk about my feelings with; I needed someone to hold me close, to let me know everything was going to be okay.

What seemed like hours passed, even though it was only a few, mere minutes, I finally let go of Alfred though I still sat close by. The fog had set in once more, blocking out the sun, as the moor gave off a hazy glow. "What's with the fog?" I finally spoke to Alfred, my voice a little harsh and rough.

"I don't know myself though I'm guessing it comes in when you feel a negative emotion. Fear, confusion, anger, sorrow," he trailed off, seeing that I got the idea. Silence flowed again as we sat, just listening to the wind and birds.

"Why me?" I finally asked Alfred, who cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "Why am I the one who has to suffer like this, I didn't ask for this-" I gestured to my body. "This curse."

"I wouldn't go calling it a curse," Alfred snapped quickly scooting a few feet away.

"Well, I wouldn't call it a blessing!" I snarled back. "I didn't ask to be this freak of nature! What do I know about being a nation?"

"It's not hard."

"Easy for you to say it's all you've known. You don't know what its like to be me and have everything taken away!" I shrieked.

"You don't know that!" Alfred voice climbed to a frightening volume. So much I cringed though I didn't back down. We were nearly at each others throats though Alfred had to nearly look down at me at a ninety degree angle. This only added to his frightening disposition. "I watched you live the life myself and others like me could only dream about. All of us would give anything to live the life you did if only just for a day. Watching you grow up was like having a second chance, your life was as much as mine as it was your own."

"Well it isn't," I snapped. "This is my life. I don't even know why I am running. I mean I could just turn myself in. It would make things a hell of a lot easier."

"Though you wouldn't," Alfred smirked throwing me into confusion. "Like I said I have been with you your whole life meaning," He poked me between the eyes making me jump. "I know how you think," He continued. "You wouldn't give up that easily. You're a fighter, you don't like anyone telling what to do or think. You do things your way and no one else's. You wouldn't just hand yourself over," The wind flew by between us again as I couldn't come up with an answer to what Alfred had just said.

"So what is it that you're so afraid of?"

"I'm scared," I finally squeaked out. It was Alfred's turn to be confused. "I'm scared okay? I admit it. I'm scared that I won't be a good nation. The nation my dad would go on and on about. Like I said I don't know what I'm supposed to do! What if I mess up? What if I do something wrong? I'm not afraid of what has happened so far, I'm afraid of what might happen."

"I know the feel dudette," Alfred spoke up. "Growing up as one of England's colonies I didn't have much to worry about," Alfred grew a far away look in his eyes. "Though once I gained independence, I realized something," He chuckled lightly. "I had no idea what I was doing. I was my own country, though I was on my own. I had to learn everything through trial and error, no one was there to tell me what to do or how to act, though it also meant no one was there to help me through the rough spots." He plopped his huge hand on my head laughing lightly.

"That's the thing about we Americans," He smiled brightly. "We learn from our mistakes, and always pull through," he tilted my head so I was looking right at him. "You'll do fine because you're not alone like I was," my vision was growing blurry my eyelids growing heavy. "I'll be here right next to you the whole way."

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