All in your head

All in your head pt2

The American man screamed & covered  his face. But when he pulled his hand away, he saw the Brit holding out a large tray full of cupcakes with red, white & blue frosting, star sprinkles & a plump cherry atop them. "For you, dearie!" Oliver seemed to force the last word out through his teeth & his eye twitched as he said it. Alfred's nerves steadied as he eyed the tempting treats. "Um, thanks!" Alfred mumbled, the dessert looked so hypnotizingly delicious. "Made it myself!"  'Arthur' mentioned, that statement made the blonde eyeglass wearer hesitate. Everyone knew of England's 'cooking'.

"Ehhh..."

"Don't worry, poppet, only the purest, most natural ingredients!" 'Arthur' added to reassure Alfred.

Alfred looked again & decided to give the pastry a try. Plus, it had the three colors America lived for. So, Alfred picked up his cupcake gingerly & examined it. "Oh, come on, Alfie!" pried 'Arthur' "One taste won't hurt." Alfred unwrapped a cupcake & opened his mouth, inhaling the treat in one bite. The colors swirled in Oliver's eyes as he watched, his devilish grin doubling in size as his face darkened. America chewed & smacked while finishing up the creamy cupcake, licking away the stray frosting on his lips. "Mmmm, not bad Iggy. Very....v-very....." Alfred's brain slowed as he struggled to finish his sentence. "It's very...what, poppet??" 'Arthur' asked sinisterly, Alfred's blue eyes tried hard to keep their grip on their vision as everything blurred & slowed down.

"It's vehhhh...rryyy..." the American slurred heavily & his eyesight went black. The last thing he saw was an insane smile, glowing blue eyes.

And another blonde figure glaring down at him mercilessly.

**Hours later**

"--It was easy! Once he ate my cupcake, he was a mouse in a caught trap!"

"Well, I'm surprised you got him here so quickly."

"Tee hee hee hee hee! I'll have you know this isn't my first time doing this!"

All Alfred heard were these two voices conversing back & forth. He opened his blurry eyes, but all he saw was a green figure & a pink figure. "Huhhh..? Wh-what?" mumbled Alfred drowsily.
"Oh gracious me! He's waking up!" giggled the pink figure.

Alfred's vision came back & he saw Arthur glaring coldly at him, while Oliver merely played with the American's curl. "H-hey! Why are there two of you?!" cried Alfred in a panicked tone. "This is Oliver; he's a friend of mine." Arthur explained. "Sorry to say this, but I need to get rid of you!" Oliver giggled again. 
" 'Get rid of '? What's going on?!?! Why am I bound to a chair?!" Alfred questioned. Arthur gave an exasperated look to the bespectacled man. "I'm tired of your sodding annoying antics." hissed the Englishman, "So you tie me to a chair?! You crazy, tea-drinking old man---"

Before Alfred could finish his rant, Arthur backhanded Alfred across the face. The impact was so hard, it knocked Alfred's glasses off his face. "Shut your fucking trap, you naive prick." growled Arthur bitterly
"Language, dear," piped Oliver in a sing-song voice. "Sorry-- Alfred, I'm afraid I've grown tired of your disrespect, pestering, name calling & stupid foolishness." sighed Arthur.

"W-well I'm sorry about hurting your rabbit & breaking that jar 'n stuff. I really am!" Alfred cried apologetically.

"It's too late!" Arthur snapped "One apology can't make up for the years you've spent testing my patience!"

"Arthur, you're scaring me! What are you talking about?"

"You..." hissed the Brit demonically " all your constant babbling, laziness, terrible lack of shame or even a damn shred of guilt!! I'M SICK OF IT!!"