Is there even anyone waiting for my chapters ? I dont think so. But if you're still there I LOVE YOU ! Yes you !

And now for my list of mundane overused excuses... I really am overworked at college and have so many assignments to do I could cry.

In fact I was only supposed to update starting May , but shootingiry from tumblr asked me to update and so for you , I have updated.

Plus I just got my nose pierced too so be greatful that with a throbbing nose I write for you :p

I keed , I keed.

But im sorry for the loooooooong wait and i shall update sooner than later next time. )

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A snarl ripped through the silken cloth of hushed perfection that was today evenings atmosphere. A flighty grip and a muffled thud followed through before the flailing of limbs from both participants shattered the pseudo sense of calm and serenity that lay about.

" ALFRED ! The fuck is wrong with you ?"

A low growl was followed by an onslaught of punches whose aim's left much to be desired for. They were surrounded and enveloped in their cloud of shrouded pain and hissing tension that only rose with every movement of hurt towards the other part.

For you see my dears , that America had mercilessly pounced upon his caretaker on sight , with a broken baseball bat and a broken down system that had short circuited and burnt every living sane memory of the past owner.

The fight was filled with bites and hisses , flying punches and thunderous kicks and snarls that viciously ripped through the air and through each other's skin . Blood was everywhere , smeared on the flat marble table top , splattered sinfully beautiful on almost all the rose coloured walls of the living room and generously pooled on the floor smeared by the mess of limbs and curses.

" ALFRED F JONES ! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ALL ABOUT !"

A raspy voice , dry and starched from anger and growling , broke its away into the dying conscience of the former superpower. America's focus shifted slightly as the more mundane part of him realised that accursed deeds that they were forming. The sharp edges of his mind , crackling and grating against one another and before long , a familiar feeling of ancient hate and revenge coiled itself into his mind , gripping the sense of estrangement onto his heart and clenching it savagely.

A slap was received across the American's countenance , before he got off his ex-caretaker. The air in the room silent as the Briton stood up , clothes torn , wounds open and a feral glint in his eyes. He opened his mouth , as if to reprimand the American , but the air turned a ghostly static charge and all thoughts were lost.

America spat out a few of his crimson stained teeth onto the Persian carpet , that only several weeks ago , he was told not to spill sugary addictives over . He felt the air tense around him and smirked. The canines that sliced his lips were numbing pain , in the glorious face of what would happen to the cocky, asshole of a caretaker. A flash of pink , and that same candy coloured man with the shock of messy pink hair was by his side, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close for a kiss.

England stood , shocked into silence , and as the exchange was over he glared back at the caretaker….His ex- caretaker.

He nearly sobbed on the inside though.

That was your caretaker. He was like your big brother. You kissed him. You kissed someone who looked like him….. WHY ALFRED WHY ?

Even his contemptuous self was beginning to loathe him…. Perfect.

He strided casually over to Arthur… Not England. Not the United Kingdom of Britain and Northern Ireland. Not even his brother. Just Arthur.

It was time to make things personal.

The feral glint was lost amidst clouded green swirls of chaos and faith. A somewhat estranged virtue amidst the crumbling foundation of sanity but nonetheless present.

Faith… Beautiful , seductive faith…. Faith that when the country was to fall , someone would back me up… Faith that I ALWAYS HAD SOMEONE THERE FOR ME… To comfort me as a brother , to aid me as a mentor… To love me as a kin… To have hope that not all was lost… BUT HOPE IS FOR FUCKED UP OPTIMIST WITH ROSE COLOURED GLASS ON THEIR FACE…. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO LOOK AFTER ME…..

The mentality of the former Superpower shouted this while walking silently to the Briton. His eyes not even moving through the hardened glare as his mind shouted and raged at the man before him…

America was so close to the ex-empire , that both their breathes were intermingling. He looked down into orbs of defining green eyes , more faith and even hope as well , drowning among the pigmentation of his eyes.

" Such beautiful eyes….."

Arthur flinched.

" Those eyes were supposed to look after me. Supposed to care for me and watch over me. Love me and help me. Those eyes were supposed to see through all my problems and help me… Why didn't you do that ? WHY DIDN'T THOSE EYES DO THAT ? WHY ARTHUR WHY ?"

The ex-empire tensed up at the proximity as well as the words , stabbing his heart slice by slice , cracking the façade he knew was not needed anymore.

" I… did.."

A soft whimper. Barely heard, but it was.

" YOU LIE ! Don't lie Arthur. Lying isn't bad…."

Alfred pushed even further into Arthurs personal space and stared at those orbs of myrtle greens. And he smiled again. That smile made Arthur cringe and then… he realised that something was oh so wrong.

Alfred felt the subversion of Arthur place his gloved hands on his shoulders before whispering into the shell of his ear.

" Do it , I know you want to …. Do what you're thinking. Make it a reality."

The smile grew wider , canines cutting back into his lips and releasing fresh drops of blood.

Alfred stared at his grubby , worn out hands , calloused palms and long fingers , rough from years of work and suffering.

A last look at the eyes of his caretaker were all that he needed. Without a second thought , those long worn out fingers , that had been pushing at the mill for so long had hardened and toughened.

Those fingers had just stabbed Arthur in the eyes.

Dun Dun Dun , crappy cliffhanger alert !

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