'Call me sometime, doll' Alfred remembered those words.
'Doll. He called me doll.' Alfred was zoned out of the meeting and thinking about Allen like a school girl with a crush. 'Why did I like that nickname so much?'
Alfred was thinking about this so hard that he hadn't heard his name being called.
"America!" The booming voice of the German leading the meeting got his attention.
"What?" Alfred asked Ludwig. 'Shit. Not good. It feels like my brain is on auto pilot. That means I could lose control.'
"It is your turn to add your opinions to the speech Russia just gave."
"Hold on a minute." Good thing Alfred's hand had also been on auto pilot. He had a neatly recorded copy of Russia's speech in writing.
"Well...-"
"Oh, we all know he will only say something about a 'hero' fueled by those disgusting hamburgers of his." England interjects.
"Why don't you learn to shut your fucking mouth?" Alfred asks threateningly. Everyone was surprised. Never had they seen Alfred so threatening outside of war. Even then, he wasn't as threatening.
"Whatever, bloody wanker." England scoffed.
"Let's skip America. He is useless, aru." China voiced.
Soon, everyone agreed. Alfred felt so depressed that he stormed out of the meeting.
He went to the first bathroom he could find and started shaking. Pulling his sleeve up, he observed some old and some not so old cuts and scars. Alfred didn't have a blade on him so he reopened some cuts that didn't heal yet.
He let the pain calm him, like a scared child listening to a beautiful lullaby.
That is when he realized, he was very, very lonely.
-time skip to Alfred's house-
Alfred decided to do something about his loneliness so he realized his house is very big.
And only he lived in it.
He stood there for a split second before running off and grabbing his camera.
He started taking pictures of the house then went to a bunch of different house renting sites to advertise that he needed a house mate. The rent being $2,000 a month. Then, he merely had to wait.
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The Gray (AlfredxAllen)
FanfictionAll the countries forget past lives. All the countries are pure. All the countries have a family. All the countries are happy. 'I wonder if that is really true' Alfred thought. Why was he so different? Why was he the only one? Alfred is the only cou...
