Cursed

Chapter 3

For those that have been reading Cursed on here, there are other chapters, I just haven't posted them on here. I forgot that I posted on here so I thought I'd at least post what I have so far.

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Alfred walked back to his hotel room that evening feeling confused on just about everything. What a weird day he had. Between waking up with the wrong parts, to showing England, his former mentor, said wrong parts, and the encounter with Prussia, Alfred felt just a bit overwhelmed.

As soon as he had entered his room, he flopped face-first onto the bed. He was completely exhausted and pretty stressed out. He was not looking forward to the continuation of the meeting tomorrow. Prussia was going to let his secret out, and he'd never be able to live it down. He had initially thought it might have been a good idea to let Prussia to spill so he'd maybe find the person who did this to him and find a resolution, it would only lead to more humiliation and possibly more harassment from other nations.

Alfred groaned. Could his life get any worse at this point?

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Meanwhile, a certain nation was also feeling restless in his own hotel room.

Prussia thought back to earlier that day about his confrontation with America. His rage had died down and all that was left was bitter guilt. Perhaps he had gone too far when he felt up America. He might have played a shitty prank on him, but straight up molesting him for it was very not right.

The albino pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying not to feel like a complete jerk.

He gave up and let out an exasperated sigh. He should go apologize to America, even if it would hurt his awesome ego. Hopefully he can confront him tomorrow morning before the meeting starts.

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Alfred had woken up with a stress headache thanks to a night of restless sleep. He took it out on his poor alarm clock when it went off 20 minutes ago, smashing his fist against it causing the plastic screen to shatter. Well, no matter. He really wouldn't need another one until he flies back to States.

It had been a slow morning for him. Alfred had dragged his feet along during the entire time he was going through his daily routines. He even drove as slowly as possible to the conference building, taking his time before he had to face the inevitable.

When he did arrive, he felt heavy tension in the atmosphere as soon as Alfred had gone through the entrance. Anxiety was the worst for Alfred as it inhibited his ability to ignore the atmosphere entirely. It made him all too aware of what was to come.

Speak of the devil, a particular nation was waiting for him right outside of the meeting room doors.

Crap. Alfred was still not prepared to run into Prussia this soon. He could feel his heart pace quicken as he stared at the other man. Maybe, if he could turn back now he could-

Prussia had looked up right at that second and waved over for the American to come up to him.

"Hey, America! I need to talk to you about something real quick!" The albino started to approach him. Alfred eyed the other, still debating if he should make a run for it. However, that hope was vanquished when his temporary tormentor stood right in front of him.

"I, um, wanted to talk to you about yesterday." Prussia sounded unsure of himself. It only made Alfred relax a little, but only just a little. "About what I did to you," Prussia looked down at the floor. Admitting you fucked up was hard, dammit! "I'm sorry. I just took my pent-up anger on you. What you did as a prank wasn't cool, but I shouldn't have felt you up without asking, even if I felt that you had deserved it."