Betrayal

Note — Sorry if this is an abrupt skip. It's been a long time since I wrote this story and I have forgotten parts of it. Notes were lost. I'd like to give an ending even if it is rushed in places. I am using what notes I have left to finish the story. I don't have my notes for the break up and I can't remember how it was supposed to play out.

SKIP: Alfred is out of the hospital. He is no longer going to Hetalia. He is working at the Pancake Factory. They have broken up. While closing up, Alfred gets a text from Toris that asks him to come alone. That Toris needs to see him. The story is starting from there so I can finish it.

Alfred swallowed hard, hands clenching into fists inside the pockets of his bomber jacket. This alleyway was dank and smelled like urine. In Alfred's mind this looked like the alley where Bruce Wayne's parents were gunned down by the Joker. He jumped when a rat the size of a small dog ran squeaking by with a piece of lettuce.

"T-Toris," he called, wincing at how nervous he sounded. He was the hero. Heroes don't get scared. They get doubtful.

Is this the place? He wondered, pulling out his phone again and checking the directions that Toris sent. Just as he turned to leave, sure Toris sent the wrong address, he heard a voice call out "Al."

A manly gasp escaped from him as he spun around to see a shadowy figure in a trench coat behind him. The man stepped into the orange light hanging from one wall of the alley and Alfred relaxed.

"You scared the hell out of me," Alfred said. "I thought you were an alien about to kidnap me to your home world and then I'd have to go on an awesome adventure quest to get back to Earth."
"You and that wild imagination of yours," Toris said, lighting a cigarette. The lighter briefly lit the front of his face. There was something cold in his tone and expression.

"You okay, dude?"

"Perfectly." Toris closed the silver lighter and put it back in his pocket.

"Since when do you smoke?" Alfred asked, coming closer with a few glances around.

"Since recently. I've been under a bad influence," he said, blowing the smoke out in a ring. "The worst kind."

"So why are we out here? You made it sound urgent. I locked up in a hurry."

"It is urgent," Toris said, letting out another puff. "I know who kidnapped and framed you."

"Shit, really?" Alfred said, coughing when Toris blew smoke in his face. "Not cool, dude."

"Shut up," Toris said, flicking the cigarette away. Alfred felt a growing discomfort. Was this really the Toris he knew? "All the time I wasted thinking you're babbling was cute." He crushed the cigarette with his leather shoe.

"What's going on?" Alfred said, stepping back, feeling wary of Toris. "The man who set you up was hired by another," he explained. A shadow moving in his peripheral vision was the only warning Alfred got before he two prongs stab his nape. Their touch sent an electric discharge through from his neck to his whole body. His mouth fell open in a soundless scream as he seized. His muscles became jelly. He slumped down, but was caught before he could fall.

"By me," Toris breathed into his ear.

Those words sank in.

Liar! Toris was his friend. His sweet and mild friend. I don't know you!

Alfred felt sick as Toris pushed Alfred into a sitting position. The other one, the one who tased him, had shiny black shoes. They looked fancy.

"Drug him, but not too much."

"Of course." Alfred felt cold. He recognized that voice.

"Eduard," he tries to say as a needle was jammed into his neck. He grunted. Hot liquid burned its way through his veins. The world spun and wobbled.

He was getting kidnapped a gain. What lame thing for a hero! He thought.

Ivan, he thought, trying to reach his phone. He had to warn him.

I never told him the truth, was Alfred's last thought before he knew no more.