Veteran's day

It went down with a horrible joke

Alfred stared at the bloody reflection of the bathroom's mirror. The house was dark, no one could hear the cries of the American as he ripped through the furniture of the house. There was a time where he called the walls home.

That lost meaning too. His knuckles where bloody from punching the walls and mirrors of the house. He had just gotten back from the building where the meeting was at when his government picked him up.

His phone was long forgotten as it always buzzed every minute. It was no surprised as it was the backstabbing countries.

Why should he help them? They have done nothing but cause him problems. It was them that cause him to go out of the isolation that he enjoyed, they forced his hand into wars too many times, they even broke the wall that almost cost world peace.

His house phone was ringing now. The constant running was getting too old now. But even his inhuman strength was leaving him. He was on the kitchen sink washing away the blood when the knocking began.

It startled him, he knew it was the nations, but he couldn't force then out of his country without ricksing his country's peace. He pushed himself off the sink and slowly made it to the door.

He was right. The countries looked startled that he even showed his face after his mental breakdown. But he wouldn't let them in ever again, as he won't risk his sanity anymore.

"What do you want?" His voice was without emotion, the countries were only present on the meeting where standing there. Meaning the G8. France stepped up but England beat him to it.

"We wanted to apologize about the meeting and wanted you to know that- that you could trust us and you could tell us whatever," England sounded sincere but like hell be ever make the same mistake twice.

"It'll make me very happy if you leave my country. And trusting you? You used magic against me, something I haven't delt with in centuries. You're luckly I'm not declaring war on you." His words cut through, and for once he didn't regreted it.

England flinched at his harsh words, but nodded silently. Before he could close the door on them, Italy of all people stepped in.

"Who was the man who forced you're hand?" Those words spoken quitely by the Italian made Alfred stop. Thinking about him, made him shudder. His words came back like a loop. Ecoing in his skull forever.

"None of your business, Italy. Now leave," Alfred wanted to shut the door and lock himself somewhere where no one would find him. But Italy stepped further where he entered the old house. America took a step back, he didn't expect Italy of all people to stand up to him.

"It is Alfred. Please tell me, who was the man who forced your hand?" He was back in his skull again. He laughed at his pathetic friends that wanted him back.

Only for the money, you know that.

He ignored his words and stared coldly at the Italian, who hasn't flinched away.

"He didn't force my hand, it was you and those pathetic nations. They broke down what I spend centuries on. You have brought this apon yourselves, you--" He stopped himself. He was letting him speak for him. He grinned has he caught the attentions of the nations. He wanted to laugh at the irony.

"Alfred? But you're letting him win. Why not let us help you? Please," His voice was soft. His touch was simple, but instead of comfort, it brought anger from him. 

"I am not Alfred! Do not compare me to that weakling! He died when you let me loose, you pathetic dog. He felt him shift into control, he knew that he lost his battle. He wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and sleep now.

But he couldn't because even though they are some backstabbing bastards they didn't deserve his punishment. He closed his eyes, they probably shifted to his color. When he opened them, he was surprised that he found Italy still standing there with a smile on his face.

"You're not alone Alfred, so let us help." He snapped, there it was a laughter escaping his lips. He wasn't strong anymore. He let him in again. He saw how Italy's eyes widen and the rest of the countries edgeing closer.

"So this was your grand plan? Making little Alfred letting me in? What are you after little Italian?"

And Alfred saw red. Then nothing.