All in your head

"Is what I did right..?"

"Of course, poppet! He never respected you since he gained independence!"

"...."

"Don't be such a silly goose! He got what he deserved...He won't annoy us anymore!"

Warm blood soaked the floor & into the Englishman's black pennyloafers. Arthur stared at his former colony's pale, limp & grotesque corpse. Glasses cracked, golden hair dyed with blood, shining blue eyes clouded over with death. "Oh cheer up, old chap!" chimed the perky Brit, "I know! We'll use that ol' fool's corpse for my cupcakes!" Oliver skipped over to Alfred's cold body & dragged it to the kitchen to prepare the 'ingredients'. Arthur stood emotionless in front of the drying crimson on his tile floor. 'Goodbye, Alfred,' thought Arthur...

"Artie, dear! Come in here & help me clean up this corpse. We're gonna use his liver & kidneys for the batter!" cried Oliver from the kitchens.

Arthur walked away from the blood stains, joining the bubbly Brit in the other room. He never knew when it started, when it made him tick, or why he was even angry. All Arthur knew was that Oliver was always there for him & told the truth.

Always...

**Flashback**

Arthur was sitting in his living room drinking his tea while playing with his Flying Mint Bunny. The Englishman always enjoyed warm afternoons involving tea & his imaginary pets. Just as Arthur got another cup of tea, his friend, Alfred Jones, came bursting in yelling like a maniac.

"Hey Hey Heeeyyy! Iggy!! Did ya miss me??" the man shouted

Arthur jumped & dropped his teapot in his lap, hot herbal tea spilling on his crotch. "Gyaaahhh!!! Damn it! You four-eyed git, that tea was bloody hot! And what do you mean 'miss me'?" 

The American puffed his chest to prepare to tell his heroic tale; "I saved Matthew & his bear from freezing snow!" Arthur gave Alfred a skeptical & bored look. "Really? they live in the snow, you idiot!"

"Uhh, well they were just lying on the ground, flailing around, freezin' their asses off!" Alfred stuttered, "And I did the right thing by locking 'em up in their houses to keep away from the creepy ghost germs!"

Arthur face-palmed & rubbed his throbbing temples, 'You damn fool...'  he mentally cursed. "Whatever, I'm going to dust my library & pretend I'm sane enough to let you stay here!" muttered the green-eyed man.

"Hey, can I help? I am the hero after all & it's my duty to help out the elderly as much as possible!" said Alfred proudly. Arthur gritted his teeth to keep himself from putting a violent spell on his friend. Later, the two blondes were cleaning up. Arthur dusted his books while Alfred 'organized' the stationery & shelf. But Alfred ended up playing around with Arthur's old valuables. Like, goofing around with the rusty pirate sword (which broke after Alfred got it stuck in a globe) & mocking the Queen in a high British voice. Arthur's headache got worse as his former colony continued with his irritating antics.

"Ooh, what's this? Some old jar or some shit?" piped Alfred, he grabbed a ceramic figure of an archer in green. "Don't touch that!! Those are Robin Hood's ashes!" yelled Arthur in panic. "Ugh! Sick, man!" Alfred  dropped the urn, a thump, whimper & crack was heard. "Oh no...nonononono!!!!" Arthur shouted, running toward the cremated remains & blood stain on the carpet.

"Dude, where's that blood comin' from?" asked Alfred.

"B-bunny? Mint Bunny...are you okay?" whispered Arthur "Damn, I didn't know he followed me in here."