The Nightmares

Chapter 2: The Honey

Here's the second chapter, I hope you enjoyed the first. I had a bit of trouble writing this one so please be patient.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, Hetalia and it's characters belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.

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There was some slight tension between America and Russia as Hungary thought it was funny to sit them - and record them - opposite each other in the dining room. Everyone seemed to be able to ignore it perfectly fine though, so the night couldn't have gone any better. Though Alfred had to resist the urge to start bickering with the other, since he wanted to keep his promise with his former caretaker.

The meal consisted of Pirog, filled with meat, cabbage and mushrooms which Russia happily made himself and a simple glass of beer. Ivan was complimented on his cooking many times, much to his dismay but deep inside it made him happy to see people enjoyed his cooking. America hadn't said anything about the food, but his pride stood too far in the way for him to say he actually loved it. England was the only one who was annoyed by America's rudeness. He had raised the boy with manners! Why wasn't he using them?

"I'll help clean up." A soft whisper spoke from next to America.

"Who said that?" Italy cried, fear evident in his eyes.

"Me."

"I can hear the voice but where is it coming from?!" China chimed in.

"Over here." A single hand gently flew up into the air, moving urgently from side to side, getting attention. The hand belonged to Canada, whose face held pure annoyance. Why did everyone forget about him so easily?

Prussia laid an arm across his shoulders, cackling loudly. "I'll help Matthew then!" He winked and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Canada. A deep crimson blush took over his entire face.

"What the fuck was that." Alfred queried, his question directed towards Gilbert.

"Hmm? I just said I was going to help Matthew clean." Prussia covered, sweat starting to appear on his forehead. He realised he fucked up.

"Uh, no, the facial expression you made afterwards." America continued, his hand holding his fork and pointing it at Prussia.

"What facial expression?"

"The one you just pulled! With the wiggly eyebrows and the wink! Do you think we missed that?" Alfred barked, anger slowly creeping in.

"I didn't do that. Are you ill America? Come on Matthew." Prussia stood up, pulling Canada along with him out of the dining room and into the kitchen.

"And when did you two get so close you started calling each other your human names!" America shouted after them, following.

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America stomped back to his room, red in the cheeks after the argument he had with Canada and Prussia. Turns out they had actually been dating for about 2 months without anybody actually noticing. They said they preferred nobody noticing! This is what America was angry about the most. He never noticed anything going on in Canada's life and that angered Alfred a hell of a lot more than you'd think it would. Alfred knew that the fact he would be able to forget his own brother hurt Canada, so he wished that the least he could do is notice the small things that are making him happy. But he couldn't.

Alfred slammed his door shut and jumped onto his king sized bed. Hiding his face into his pillows, he was able to calm himself down a little. After laying in the same position for 5 minutes, Alfred began to strip down; taking off pieces of clothing one at a time.

A knock sounded at the door.

Alfred quickly flung a towel round his waist. Taking a quick look at the clock, he peeked his eyes through the gap. What was someone doing visiting at 11 o'clock? He suspiciously opened the door, and peeked through the small gap he made in the door.