Beep

Alfred slowly looked down at his tri-coloured phone, wondering who on earth could be texting him at 4:15 on a weekend 'who the hell would be up at this time other than me!' his thoughts screeched as his mind did a quick count off of who I could be; Russia? no, he was spending his time hiding from Belarus, seriously that chick has something wrong with her, Canada? no he was at Australia's house for the week catching up with their adopted sibling, Arthur?... ' no, he never texts anymore..' he thought sadly as he unlocked his screen, a text message jumping forward from the stars and stripes background.

Hello, America my dear... I hope you are feeling well today

I was just texting to tell you, you have failed! His brothers are there with him now! he is getting better all because you failed to control your fucking temper! Let me tell you thing my friend, you will not go unpunished for this! I will make your life a living hell until either YOU or HE breaks!

The American's eyes widened in fear as he read and re-read the message hoping that it wasn't him again, he had stopped! throwing his phone over toward the other side of his front room, Alfred retreated to the far corner of his sofa, curling up into a small ball rocking himself back and forth in an attempt to calm himself down.

why? why did it have to start again now of all times! He had done everything he had said, he never disobeyed the orders he was given. But he still failed, now he was to be punished.

"I don't want to do this anymore" Alfred sobbed out, staring at his hands, guilt rushing throughout his body as each tear fell from his tired blue eyes. "I don't want to hurt him anymore, I don't want to pretend anymore, I can't keep this up for much longer, I-I-I'm supposed to be the hero, not the villain.." as he choked out each word, more and more tears would fall from his eyes and down his naturally tanned face, he made no move to get rid of them as continued rocking back and forth. Wishing, with an utmost desire, that Arthur could be there with him at this moment like he used to be. Hugging him, telling him it would be ok, that he was a hero, giving him a sweet at the end 'to add to his natural sweetness'.

"England, I was a hero... wasn't I? I could still be a hero... couldn't I?" his voice sounded broken as he asked the questions he knew he would never receive an answer for from the person he 'loved'. Slowly, Alfred fell into a dark, uneasy sleep due to his energy being drained through his tears

: Dream:

"England!" Alfred shouted, his voice filled with uttermost joy from seeing his ex-carer, his smiling face looking straight at him. Letting his instincts take over, Alfred set off into a full on sprint towards Arthur. Never noticing that the scenery around him seemed to change with each step he took, transforming from a picture perfect field filled with a rainbows worth of luscious flowers and healthy green grass, quickly transforming into a grey waste land with any colour to be seen by his hope filled eye. But England still stood there smiling, waiting patiently laughing slightly by his son's excitement to see him.

Alfred forced his legs to move faster, feeling the ground below his feet crack and shake as his shoes slammed against the now crumpled grass, it was only when he was a few steps away from his Arthur that the ground crumbled and he fell, letting his had whip out in an attempt to reach out for his father.

"DADDY!" America screeched as he fell, only seeing Arthur's smiling face grinning down at him as he was pulled bellow, watching as the grass drew back together behind him locking him in the darkness which surrounded him. Slamming his eyes closed, Alfred tried to hide from the darkness. When he finally let his eyes flutter open, the blonde man couldn't help but gasp in fright at what he saw in front of him, his war for independence against his father, wincing Alfred stumbled forward towards the broken man, no matter how many times he had tried to forget the hurt expression on England's face, he never seemed able to as if it had engraved its self into his memory for the rest of his life, until the day his country was dissolved and forgotten by the world he would always remember though's tear filled eyes staring at his own, pleading with him not to go.

"Dad?" the teen whimpered out as he knelt down besides his father "Arthur? England?" he tried again never receiving a reply, crying out repeatedly in an attempt to gain a reaction from the trembling nation beside him. Never noticing the figure which had slowly begun creeping up behind him, a malicious grin plastered on its faded face, eyes glowing red as it glared at the two blondes in front of it, laughing with each whimper that escaped Alfred's throat.

By the time America had realized somebody, something was behind him, it was too late as slender hands hooked themselves around his damp neck, tightening their grip slowly denying his lungs any air. Gasping Alfred was pulled to his feet by his attacker, never once seeing the persons face as his hands began scratching at the fingers strangling him, tears filling his eyes as panic began to set in making his body thrash in his attackers grasp.

laughter was all that filled his ears as the darkness began to set I around his eyes, the only visible thing in view was Arthur and someone else, one of his brothers? His blonde father was being carried away from him by a tall red-head dressed in blue and white.

"d-d-d-daddy... d-don't l-leave me~" was all he could mutter as his hand flimsily reached out towards his ex-carer in an attempt to bring him back to him, before flopping back down to his side. Give up.

:: end dream ::

shooting up, Alfred let his head snap around the room, his fear filled eyes panning for any sign of an enemy or a allie only to find no-one. Alone. His breath hitched in his throat as a fresh wave of tears raked throughout his body. With the last of his energy Alfred let a small mutter leave his mind and throat, before passing out once more into a dreamless, restless sleep.

"I'm sorry... everybody"