The Voice In My Head ~UsUk~

Chapter 23

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

{Americas POV}

"Ugh...am I interrupting something here?" A whisper of a voice asked from the doorway.
"Mattie! Shit dude!" I shouted, frantically clawing at the bedcovers, trying to pull them up to cover our 'private areas'. "Dude! Why are you here?!" Arthur froze and crawled off of me, lying at the side of me trying to hide away from Canada.
"I came to see what was wrong with you last night. I didn't forget about it"
"That's cool and all but...we're naked dude. Not cool, just barging in here so can you go outside and close the door while I get decent?" I asked. It wasn't really for me to get decent, it was for Arthur. Mattie and I were so close that being naked around each other didn't really matter. He obeyed anyway, knowing that it was for Arthur's sake and closed the door behind him, I jumped out the bed and pulled on the boxers that were on the floor, passing the other pair to Arthur. I quickly tossed on some clothes as Arthur collected the pieces scattered on the floor, when we were both dressed we exited the room to find Canada waiting for us.
"I'll make breakfast if you like" he said in a whisper, we followed him to the kitchen, an air of awkwardness between us all. When we got to the kitchen he motioned for us to sit and started making the pancakes.
"So, England. Your having sex with my brother" he said bluntly, his voice was at a normal level now and I could hear the anger and concern in it.
"Ugh..." He looked away from us both.
"I know what you both just did, I am no stranger to it. Now, has it happened before and if so when?" He worked on the pancakes, a smile on his face but his voice was harsh.
"Ugh...last night and just then" he muttered as a flush of red invaded his cheeks. That seemed to calm Mattie down a bit.
"Oh-okay. Well, can I speak to you in private Alfred?" He gestured for me to follow him out of the room and I obeyed. We walked into the livingroom and he closed the door.
"What the maple are you doing!" He shouted, well, probably what he thought was a shout but it was at a normal level of sound really.
"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled by why he was so angry about this.
"It's England! He's...unstable....mentally. France told me some things about him that I'm not sure are true but I need to tell you!" He shook me by the shoulders and I resisted the urge to hit him for what he said, he was my brother and I loved him but that was a step too far.
"What did he tell you! 'Cause I'll love him no matter how bad it is!" I said, my voice rising ever so slightly.
"Look, France found out something a long time ago and he's not told anyone about it except me, I wasn't aloud to tell anyone. He hasn't even told Gilbert or Spain! That's how bad it is, it's dangerous and I'm worried for you" he blinked several times trying to hide tears, but I saw them and I couldn't stay mad, I couldn't be mad when he was so upset about this.
"What is is?" I pressed on, my voice soft and comforting.
"A few years ago after a world meeting in England, France went to England's house in the middle of the night to get him drunk, they placed a bet and Arthur lost, so he had to go midnight drinking with France, only he never showed up. When France got to the house the door was wide open and England was muttering to himself in the bedroom, saying 'Oliver wants me, he's going to get me, I have nothing, it's all over" France was worried so he tried to help, but Arthur lashed out at him. So France had to call Scotland to get England under control" he stopped to let me process the information.
"And then!" I asked franticly.
"Scotland arrived and told France that Arthur was losing himself, that he had lost everything dear to him and he had subconsciously let himself believe that everyone hates him and wanted him dead. And that belief became so strong that Arthur's magic was used without him knowing to create something in his mind to constantly remind him of his so called 'failures'. That thing was Oliver. He lives in Arthur's mind and Arthur lost control of him, Oliver became stronger by using the hate that Arthur had towards himself. Scotland did everything he could to get rid of it but he failed, he only managed to silence Oliver. But he's worried that he will come back and he won't be able to silence him again, because if Oliver is as strong as Scotland thinks he will have an immunity to the spell he used. And if Arthur's hate and self loathing becomes too much then Oliver can take full control of him" he finished.
"Okay. But why would that be bad I Oliver got out?" I asked.
"Alfred. Oliver will kill Arthur. What happens is Arthur will become secluded and have mood swings, then a scar will appear halfway down his body. That means that the two are becoming separate. Then Arthur will die and it's all over. The only way he can be saved is if he gains strong emotions for someone or if someone can convince him that he's a good person and such" he gave me a weary look. I started to shake. Arthur would...die. I needed to help him, needed to go anything to save him.
"Thanks for the heads up Mattie" I said, turning to leave the room.
"Are you gonna tell me what was wrong with you last night?"
"It's all good now, I have Arthur so I'm all good" I lowered my voice "now I need to keep it that way, time to call Scotland" I left the room and closed the door, Arthur saw me leave and called me over but I waved it off, I went to the bathroom, locked the door and dialled Scotland's number.