Save Me from Myself [ UsUk/ UkUs ]

"We don't want him to find us."

Alfred nodded with a smile and held Arthur a little closer. "I never told you but you have been acting weird lately." He mumbled into the Brit's shoulder.

"Really?" Arthur knew exactly what Alfred was talking about but decided to play dumb.

Alfred sighed and didn't move his head, "Do you remember me telling you about you drugging me with a cupcake and all? Well, more happened." He mumbled and yawned slightly.

"Like what?" Arthur tried to put as much interest in his voice as he could.

"Well, sometimes I would hear noises really late at night and I would sneak towards the kitchen. When I would look into the room you would be standing there cooking, but ,no offense, unlike your actual cooking it would smell really good and look like actual food. Sometimes you would leave the house though. You wouldn't get back until about three in the morning. It was weird." Alfred explained everything.

Arthur's eyebrows furrowed as he listened to the story. I don't remember those things... He pulled away from Alfred and stood up. "I-I'm really sorry, but I n-need to check something." Arthur bolted out of the room and down the halls.

Alfred sat there for a moment. "Maybe I shouldn't have told him." He mumbled to himself before standing and quickly following Arthur. "Artie? Are you okay?" The American called as he walked down the halls looking for the Brit.

Arthur ran into a random room and gently closed the door while turning off the lights. He stood quietly with his ear against the door. I have to get away from Alfred.

"Artie? Answer me please. Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" Alfred called worriedly as he passed rooms and opened a door.

Arthur's heartbeat quickened as he heard Alfred begin to open doors. He backed farther into the room and stared at the door. He could hear his own heavy breathing and his eyes widened in horror. He put a hand over his mouth and held his breath. It was still there. Someone was in the room with him. Waiting in the darkness.

Alfred sighed and started towards the cellar. He opened the door, which happened to be unlocked. He walked down the steps and shivered slightly. "Artie? Are you down here?" He called through the room. Alfred froze when he saw the last words he wanted to see: Hello Poppet. The American's breath quickened as he stood there, frozen in fear.

Arthur closed his eyes tightly and stood as still as possible. Please let it be just my imagination. I'm probably just stressed out... right? He felt a slight breathing on the back of his neck. In that instant, he tried to scream except a hand quickly clasped over his mouth. The person's arm was wrapped around Arthur's neck. He was being held by someone who seemed to be his size. He could feel their hair brush against the side of his face as they held him against his will. "Shhhh." They said in a calming voice. Arthur's breathing quickened and he struggled against their grasp. "We don't want him to find us."

Alfred finally snapped out of it and ran up the stairs. "Arthur! Where are you?! This is important!" He screamed as he ran through the halls, frantically searching for the Brit. The American could feel slight tears in his eyes as he continued to look but couldn't find Arthur anywhere.

Alfred started to go from room to room hoping that maybe he would find the other hiding in one of them. "Arthur! This i-isn't funny anymore!" He screamed as he ran. The American tripped over his own feet in his attempt to find Arthur. He fell to the ground and layed there. "This isn't funny." Alfred mumbled and sat up, backing against a wall.

Arthur struggled and a muffled scream escaped his mouth as he heard Alfred calling his name.

"Why don't we play a little game of hide-and-seek?" The eerie voice said.

Arthur kicked his feet and tried to escape the man's grasp as he was being dragged away. His sight slowly darkened to where he couldn't see anything at all. Everything was quiet. He couldn't hear Alfred or his captor anymore. A-Am I dead?

His question was answered when he felt a sharp pain in his head and a faint light appeared in front of him. A single candle was lit at his feet, illuminating only a few feet around him. He was tied to a wooden chair and the floor was concrete. At first he thought they were in the cellar but the magic circle was nowhere to be found.

"Hello, love." The same voice that he had come to hate echoed throughout the room. Arthur searched the darkness around him for the source of the voice.

"Stop hiding and come out and face me!" A maniacal laughter responded and made the hairs on the back of Arthur's neck stand on end.

"Are you challenging me to a fight? I doubt you would have much of a chance."

"Well maybe I would if you weren't such a coward and controlled my dreams, then I would." Arthur said. Another laughter sounded within the darkness.

"You think your dreaming?"

Arthur stared at the ground in confusion, watching the small flame dance. "I am.... aren't I? You wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

"That's the fun part." A pair of light blue eyes with pink centers appeared in front of Arthur. "You don't have to be dreaming to see me anymore."

Arthur could barely make out the face of Oliver. A blood-thirsty smile was spread across his face. Arthur's eyes widened.

"T-That's impossible! I h-have to be dreaming. Your just t-trying to trick me!" Oliver's figure was consumed by the darkness.

His voice echoed through the room once more, "Why don't we find out?"

Alfred sighed as he leaned against the wall. He stared down the hallway, waiting for Arthur to come out from wherever he was. "Arthur. Please. I don't how much longer I can stand to be alone." The American called while hugging his knees to his chest. The same words kept running through his head. The same 'Hello, Poppet.' that he had seen downstairs in the cellar.

There was a loud scream that spread through Arthur's entire house. Alfred covered his ears and looked around. Everything was dark. Then he realized who's screaming it was. Arthur's. When they were in the cellar for the first time. When Alfred was reading the counter spell. When all of this madness started. Everything went silent. A pair of footsteps slowly began to rise in volume. They came closer to Alfred.

Alfred jumped to his feet. "Arthur? I-Is that you?" He called through the house. His heart was beating faster and faster by the minute. The American quietly started to back away from the steps. He was terrified that maybe someone was in the house instead of Arthur.