THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER TWO~

Alright, so we're going to Second Person POV because I want 2P!Alfred's feelings to be all ominous and mysterious and shit for a while. So yeah. Derp. :3

Not too crazy about this chapter to be honest. The next one is when the intense shit starts happening~

Warnings: Was not beta-read(I'll fix it later), mature language, a bit of violence, more angst ya'll and 2P!Alfred(he needs a warning to be made anytime he makes an entrance lol).

I Do no own Hetalia. c:

"Ugh," you groaned miserably into your hands, "I'm such an awful person…"

You had managed to stop sobbing when you were in the parking lot long enough so that you could drive down the road and check into a motel for the night, seeing as your plane to your own country wouldn't come until early tomorrow morning.

So now, sitting on the edge of the hotel's bed which smelled of stale cigarette smoke, you wallowed in your own self-pity and shame. Its true that what you did to Alfred was heartless but there was no other way to get through the blond's head. What you say and did to him even made your heart ache, but it was for the best... Right?

With your face still pressed against your palms, you fell backwards onto the bed, bouncing upon impact. Which didn't necessarily help, since you feeling so guilty that your stomach was stirring up all sorts of queasiness and you heart felt oddly similar. It was as though your heart and your stomach both wanted to throw up. But at this point you couldn't really blame them, not after the things you said.

Eventually you moved your hands away from your face so that you could look at the dark ceiling above you, only lit up by the moonlight seeping through the windows' blinds(you were to preoccupied with flowing tears to even think about the light switch). The shame continued to bubble inside of you even when you tried to push away the images that had wormed their way into your brain. The sight of familiar loving, hopeless, and furious baby blue eyes flashed in your mind.

You howled in frustration, throwing your arm over your eyes, hoping to block out the images. "Damn it…"

Cold, hard regret quickly filled in every numb crevasse of your heart. What the hell were you thinking? You were so happy with him, and now you broke the poor kid's heart in the most heartless way possible only because you wanted him to be able to become a man? God damn it, he was a man! He was your man! He was your stupid, childish, simple, arrogant, dumb ass, careless, selfless, optimistic, loving, heroic man. And you crushed him. What the hell were you thinking?…

"I want you to grow up and handle things like an adult. Not like a child's superhero; because you're not." Your own voice echoed in your ears.

You scrunched up your face, glaring disapprovingly at the ceiling. "Oh yeah," you grumbled sourly, "that's why…" Groaning in emotion agony, you rolled over until you were nose deep in scratchy, faint cigarette scented sheets. "I'm so stupid," you whispered solemnly against the bedspread.

The distant sound of whistling from outside broke you from your self-esteem crushing thoughts. Although odd and random for this time of night, it did seem to lighten your mood a bit. It was nice to see that at least there was someone out there that wasn't depressed. As the whistling became louder, so did footsteps. But as quickly as the airy melody cheered you up, it darkened it just as fast when you realized what tune it was; the Americans' National Anthem. Of course.

You whipped your head to the side to glare at the curtained window. "Cruel, fucking irony," you scoffed to no one. As the stranger's whistling continued to come closer to your room, your feelings also continued to totter between comfort and shameful agony. By the time that the haunting whistles became as clear as day, a shadowy figure seemed to almost float past the large motel window. The silhouette could be easily be identified as a tall, lean man with a relaxed posture as it walked by.

Now bored of watching the man through the window(that not being as creepy as it sounds) you grabbed one of the pillows from beside you and threw it over your face. Now all you wanted was for that damn tune to stop! Yes. You did just dump the best thing that ever happened to you. You got that. But wasn't that enough punishment for trying to do a selfless deed?

Alas, the agonizing jingle didn't stop. Actually, it didn't sound as if it was even fading away… Where were the footsteps? Had those stopped too?

You peeked out from under your pillow to the window. 'No one's there,' you thought grumpily to yourself. 'So who the hell's still whistling? !'

A knock at the door answered your question. "…_?" An unsettlingly familiar voice called. "… You in there?"

With wide eyes, you bolted straight up in your bed. "A…Alfred?" You clutched your pillow to your chest with a death grip, trying to hold down all of the nauseous feelings that were beginning to rise up into your throat and choke you. At the moment, he was seriously the last person that you wanted to see or hear or smell or touch or even be in the same country with. With whatever cold feeling you could savage out of your heart, you said "G… go away Alfred. It's over." Ugh, you felt terrible about even saying it. You wondered if your ex felt even nearly this awful.

It finally became silent for a few moments making you think that he went away, you sighed in relief(or exhaustion. You weren't really sure at this point.). But then more knocks erupted from the door, this time louder and firmer. But instead of answering the door or telling him to go away you simply curled up on your bed in an effort to block the noises out. Alfred was always so frustratingly determined...

Before you knew it, Alfred's knocks came even harder, so much so that they were shaking the door on its' hinges, and he was constantly jiggling the locked door handle. He was silent the entire time, just eerily and persistently trying to get inside to you. It was terrifying to say the least. What was wrong with him? It's almost as if he wanted to break the door down(It's not as though he couldn't, because he definitely had the strength for it.).

Once all of the noises stopped, a chocking silence filled the air and a chill ran down your spine. It had become much to quiet, much too soon.

BAM!

The door jumped from a sudden blunt force on the other side. The door cracked and splintered in the middle. You screamed. What the hell was he doing?

BAM! THWUMP!

This time the door flew off the hinges and skidded across the carpet floor. Small splinters from the door littered around the room from Alfred's unruly break in.

You saw him standing in the now open doorway, with his leg held up and straight out. You couldn't really see his face because of the lack of lighting in the room but it could obviously tell that it was him. You could clearly see his bomber jacket, his glasses and little Nantucket standing tall and proud.

Shooting up from the bed you yelled at America, all feelings of fear suddenly gone. "What the hell Al-"

"Shut up," he said rudely. He calmly put his leg down until his sneaker covered foot met the floor. "Enough of your damn talking. Enough of your damn lectures." He ordered roughly. "Now," His voice was dark and cold, nothing like the bright eyed man that you had dated for centuries. "What you are going to do is; pack you shit, get in the car, and come home."

You blinked at him, feeling speechless. Since when did America order you around like some spoiled prince? Managing to gather your thoughts again, you shook your head weakly at him. Your eyes never leaving him(in the back of your mind you were a little afraid of what would happen if you did look away, even for a second.). "Um… no?" You almost whispered.

"…Did you say 'no'?" His voice held an almost obvious mocking tone in it as he spoke to you.

You began wringing your hands together, feeling uncomfortable under his unyielding gaze. "A-Alfred. It's over, we broke up. I packed my things and-"

Alfred's laughing cut you off. It was low and mocking and to you is seemed to sound like borderline hysteria. Once his laugh calmed down to spine-chilling chuckles, he stepped closer to you, nearing the middle of the room as you stepped farther away. "I'm sorry," He gave his empty hearted apology. "It's just funny that you say no, because I don't remember giving you an option." His eyes, darken by the dim night's light, peeked over his sunglasses ominously. For a brief second, you tried to figure out why he was wearing sunglasses at night.

Pushing the stupid thought aside and swallowing the lump in your throat you mumbled, "What is wrong with you? …You don't act like this." Everything about Alfred at the moment scared you. The way he looked at you, the way he stood; everything.

"Aw, what's the matter, Darlin'," he cooed condescendingly. "am I being too ruthless to you? Too mean? Am I not cuddling you enough or telling you that you aren't fat?"

His cold words sparked an angry flame inside of you, making you idiotically bold. "You know what? Yeah you are being too mean. You're also being an asshole." You marched past him until you were standing by the half destroyed door frame, and without thinking you said, "I want you out of here, Alfred. You're acting just like I said you were before; like a child. "

Being too focused on trying to figure out how to talk Al out of your room with no door, you never noticed his arm abruptly shooting out at you. His large hand grabbed you by the neck and with his inhuman strength he slammed your entire body back into the broken doorframe. You struggled to get breath into your lungs from under the force of his calloused hand. The splinters from the split frame drug unmercifully into your back.

Alfred scoffed amusedly as he watched your face twist in pain and turn red from the sudden lack of oxygen. "I almost forgot about how much you like to talk…"

The force of the collision made your mind swirl in terrible agony, making it difficult to even focus on the man in front of you. You let out a pathetic whimper as his grip tightened around you.

"My, my, you certainly are turning a bit pink aren't you, Sweetcheeks? What da matter? Embarrassed?" You clawed at his hands with as much strength as you could muster, his chuckles were cruel and cold when they reached your ears. Through the blur of pain and lack of air, you could feel the heat of his body as he moved closer to you, his breath ghosting over your ear. "Now_, while I have your attention, I'm going to ask you a simple question and trust me; there is a wrong answer." He pulled back a bit, easing up on his unforgiving clutch around you neck. As you gasped for a breath of cold night air greedily.

His free hand caress you cheeks almost gently as he probably waited for you to not gasp as loudly. How sweet of him.

After a few moments that were just filled with your desperate breathing, he gave a quick, light squeeze in warning. "Are you coming home with me … or not?"

Wanting to look at Alfred and plead for him to stop, you opened the eyes that you don't remember closing. Your stomach felt sic kingly hollow as realized in terror that he was smirking, eyeing you hungrily, like a wolf would to a defenseless lamb. His eyes were demon like and red, peering over black shades while his teeth were sharp, shark-like rows, all shinning from the moonlight. This want Alfred. This wasn't him at all. You stared at him with tear filled eyes, trembling under his hand. "N-no…" You pleaded in horror. "Oh god… pl-please no…"

Barring teeth that looked more like kitchen knives, he smiled murderously. "What a shame, that was the wrong answer. Well… Nighty-night, hun."

With your throat seized in his hand, he reeled his arm back pulling you with it before smashing your back and skull back into the wood, harder than before. The sight of ominously luminous red and white flickered across your sight as he knocked you out cold.

To be continued…

Wow. Shit just got real, didn't it? :0

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