Veteran's day

The Soldier

______

Chapter 14
______

The Axis turned to each other as Alfred stood shocked by the response. He knew that Italy wasn't the problem but can you blame him?

Now almost all of his people hate Italy even though they don't have to. He felt something in him, snap that he cause such pain, and something else went through him, unkown to him.

"No I'm fine Japan." He lies again, but this time his mask is cracking. He couldn't tell them the truth, the truth that hides beneath the mask.

"Alfred why don't you take some air?" Ludwig exclaimed and Alfred stood up.

"Thank you for the talk and all, Italy don't blame yourself, that happened years ago. I have to go now." Before any of the Axis could stop him, Alfred ran away.

They turned to each other, "Do you think the spell worked?" Before the German could answer Japan a voice from behind answered for him.

"Of course it worked you wankers! We just have to be patient!" The English man walked up from the hidden bushes behind them. The rest of the allies were behind him holding their own thoughts.

"England what was all of this necessary?" The Frenchman behind him sighed. They agreed to make this possible, but it didn't mean it was right.

"Well of course you frog! Are you doubting my magic?!" Those to barksd away while Italy was lost in his thoughts. His mjnd drifted to America, or was of Alfred? He didnt know anymore. He turn to his friend, the German looked like he was ready to kill someone by his expression.

"Ve~ Germany? What was the spell again for?" Germany stopped and look at his Italian friend, and sighed in frustration.

"Italy we want over this at the meeting! England out a spell of truth and honestly in America to tell no more lies, like if he means that his truly sorry or not." Italy nodded, his face was happy while his mind was chaos.

_________

A M E R I C A

He ran out of breath when he enter the empty meeting room. Useless papers were still laying around, as he took his seat. His hunger was no longer in his mind, he layed his head down and covered himself, like protective shield agaist the world.

His mind was drifting when the noise was coming from the halls, and silence followed when the doors opened. He hears them taking seats and trying not to disturb him, when a hand lands on his back he jumps up.

England was there with his hand on my shoulder and a concern look on his face.

"Am--Alfred are you alright? Are you tired?" He wanted to say he was alright, he wanted to say that he was not tired, when exhaustion was eating alive.

"Yes, I'm exhausted, and ---" He stops midway, why did he say that? Why didn't he say his lie? England just stands there looking at him to fibsh his sentce.

"N-No I-I'm Fine! I-I was just a-a bit tired," Oh the lie itself was horrible, America was shocked by how it came out. He never stutter in his life when making a lie, when his whole being was based on lies after lies.

England raised an eyebrow and shot a look at the other countries who seemed to get his message. He took seat next to America, who was still figuring out why he would tell just lie.

"Say, Alfred are you happy? Like really happy?" That question was strange, was he indeed happy? Obviously not, but he looked ice his answer trying to trust his mouth to speak his lies.

"No I'm--- Y-Yes! Y-Yes I'm f-fine! I-I'm happy!" He struggle with his words, he wanted to tell his lies, something stopped with, forced him to tell the truth. And he didn't like it.

"Alfred why aren't you happy? You won the war right? You wanted that right?" France, who stood at the back, questioned.  He worn a expression he couldn't place but doubt.

"No! I didn't want--- I-I'm happy! I-I'm happy! I-I'm just c-coming down w-with a c-cold! N-No need to w-worry!" He laughed it off, wanting this to be over. He begged for this to be over before they started to ask the right questions.

"Alfred if you didn't want to be in war, then why did you allow it?" Russia, who was at the back at the room, talked in a shushed tone.

"If I didn't agree he would come back! he's too evil, I tried to stop him! I was stupid, hopeless---" He forced himslef to stop by clapping his hands over mouth. Shocked by his words, eye-widen America couldn't belive what he has said.

He didn't noticed when other nations started to edge away and France and Russia came closer. England who has been silent all this time, put his hand over his knee.

"America who is 'he'?" Alfred shook his head. No they couldn't find out, I was too dangeours, too risky. He needed to run, run far away. But like if they could read minds, France and Russia grabbed him down. He struggled, he didn't want to be here anymore.

They forced his hands away, forcing him to bite down on his lips. England looked at him again.

"America I would ask again, who is 'he'?" Tears were threathing to fall, I was shaking, he was hurting hard enough to bleed his lips. He wanted to tell him, he couldn't, he would kill himself first.

"America the truth now."

And like a waterfall, the words fell from his mouth before he could stop them.

"He forced me to kill him, I tried! He would haunt me, I wanted to kill myslef, when I snapped he took over. I tried! I was stupid, hopeless, and powerless. When I was back, the damage was done. I couldn't risk coming back. I wanted to kill myself. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." His words repeated themselves, years were coming down his cheeks, I was shaking. How could he look at them now?

He felt his arms being realsed, and metallic taste was on his mouth leaving a horrible taste. The room was quite. No one date to speak, to comfort the crying, broken American.

He snapped, he pushed by them, running for the exist. He need to run before he came back. He wanted to escape. Shouts from behind only forced him to go faster. He dashed for the exist, running from the truth behind him.

_________

A/N: Hey I haven't updated this in a very long time, I'm sorry for that. Anyway tell me I you like it, and yeah.