The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 21

I don't own Hetalia, if I did there would be so many couples it would be unbelievable!

{England's POV}

Darkness. Silence. I walked forward slowly, my footsteps completely silent.
"Arthur" a voice called to me from the darkness, I turned my head to look for the source. Small lights started to flicker in the distance and I walked towards them.
"Hello?" A hand was placed on my shoulder and I twisted around. Oliver.
"What do you want Oliver" I asked quietly.
"You love him. You love Alfred. You know that now" he stated simply. I nodded. I loved him, I was sure of it.
"And I'm sure you can see why I would be against that. You are broke, he can fix you. I want to take control, I need you broken" he said with a venomous smile on his face. Images flashed in my mind: me and Alfred. I saw last night all over again but it was different, scary. He had a terrifying smile on his face and I could feel him leaving bruises where he touched me.
"I hate you Arthur" he growled into my ear. I shuddered and tried to escape his grip but I was too weak and my struggle was in vain.
"Alfred please stop" I whispered. This was scarier than anything that had ever happened in the dreams before. This was too real. The one I loved, mean and aggressive.
"But you love me" he hissed "why? After everything I did to you. The revolution. The countless times we fought over things and I would scream and shout and lose my temper. Why would you love me. I'm just using you" he gave a devious smile and continued what we were doing last night: kissing me and taking off layers of my clothes until there was nothing left. Alfred faded away and my clothes appeared again.
"See? You shouldn't love him, he doesn't love you" Oliver whispered. I clenched my eyes shut. No. I couldn't let him do this to me, I had what I wanted: Alfred. I couldn't lose him because Oliver wanted to control me and have a joyride in my body. No. I would resist, find a spell or something to get rid of him.
"Oliver, why do you want this? I'm happy why can't you be?" I pleaded.
"I can't be happy here. I want to see things and live" he mumbled, his eyes staring into mine. He put his hands on my shoulders, putting his face close to mine. My eyes closed slowly and my breathing slowed. I fell to my knees and passed out once more to the blackness of sleep.