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You didn't waste any time as you ran home.  You where already late, and being much later would result in a much harder beating.  You whipped around corners, your (h/c) hair flying out behind you. You reached the front door in 5 minutes flat. You slowly opened it, quietly calling out.
"Hurry up and go to your room, I've got someone over!" You heard the voice of your father ringing out.
"Y-Yes sir!" you replied. You ran past the living room, catching a glimpse of your father sitting on the couch, with a woman.  You growled, but didn't stop long enough for your father to notice.  You skipped every other step, out of habit. You quickly reached your room, and quietly opened the door, belly flopping onto the bed. You sighed as you sank into the feather mattress, running your hands up and down it. Your room was the only thing in this house that didn't look like shit and you where proud of that. You rolled over, staring at the white ceiling, watching a spider crawl along.
"Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
He once was a true love of mine." You stopped, and blinked.
"Why am I singing mom's lullaby?" you mumbled, rolling over on your side. You yelped, and rolled back over, gritting your teeth as you rubbed your arm. Waves of pain ran up your arm, increasing each time. You bit your lip, tears pricking the coroner of your eyes. The pain slowly passed until it was reduced to a dull throb.  You slowly sat up, keeping your arm close to you. Your vision blurred, and you swayed, but it quickly passed. You stood up, and quietly made your way over the mirror. You hadn't looked in a mirror for so long that you where shocked at the person you saw staring back. You gingerly ran your fingers along the mirror, passing over your reflection.  
"t-that's me?" You whispered, jumping as a loud bang rang out.
"Are you in bed yet?" You father shouted, banging on the door again. You quickly rummaged thru your draw and pulled out a pair of (f/c) sweat pants.
"Almost!' you replied, quickly putting them on. You father growled, and stalked down the stairs. You catapulted onto your bed, turned off the lamp, quickly and quietly falling asleep.

You awoke to the sharp beeping of your alarm clock. You shut it off, groaning. You ran your hands over your face, recalling yesterday's events. You felt your face heat up, and you quickly shook your head.
"I don't need him." You mumbled, standing up. "I don't even like him!" You rummaged thru your closet, grumbling about Alfred. You thru on a (favorite band) tee shirt, black sweatshirt, skinny jeans and sneakers.  You grabbed your bag and sprinted down the stairs.
"Where you going?" you stopped and slowly turned your head, gulping as your father slowly made his way over to you. You closed your eyes and felt a sharp slap on your cheek.
"That's for yesterday." He said, and pushed you out the door. You stumbled down the steps, and regained your balance as you heard the sharp click of the door ring out. You turned your head, and sighed seeing that your father was inside. You put your hand up to you cheek and flinched as it made contact. You brought your hand back down, thru your hood up, trying your best to hide the all ready forming bruise. You walked 10 feet when someone slammed into you, making you stumble.
"What the…" you trailed off, and Alfred grinned at you.
"Sorry, I didn't think I was going that fast." He said, rubbing the back of his head.
"Its ok." you replied, cracking a smile. 'NO IT'S NOT!' you mentally screamed at yourself.
"That's good." He said, pushing his glasses back into place. You let your smile fade, and you turned back around, pulling on your hood.
"We should probably get going." You said, setting off at a brisk walk.
"Hey wait!" Alfred shouted, running after you. He quickly caught up, and matched your speed. You gulped, and instead of speeding up, you found yourself keeping a steady pace with him. 'What's wrong with me?' You thought, looking down.
"Is something wrong?" you glanced at Alfred, and shook your head.
"No, nothing's wrong, just-just lost in thought." You replied, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. Alfred shrugged, and opened the door. You quietly thanked him, and turned the corner; heading tword's the gym. You could have waited for Alfred, seeing as how you have the same class, but you needed a little time to think. You walked into the girl's locker room, checking to make sure that nobody was there. You quickly changed, and shoved your clothes into your locker before heading out to the gym. You sat down on the bleachers, surveying the empty gym.
"I saw." You turned your head, your eye's widening.
"I know about your little problem." She quick pulled up your sleeve, a faint smile coming to her lips. "You better stay away from Alfred, or I might just accidently slip."

The rest of the day was a blur. You couldn't focus, and every time Alfred came near you, you ran.  The rest of the week went by like this, and Mackenzie enjoyed every minute of it. It disgusted you that she would stoop so low, but you couldn't risk anybody finding out.

"(Name)!" You speed up, but were pulled back, slamming against Alfred.
"Let me go!" you shouted, using all your strength trying to get out of his grip.
"Not until you tell me what's wrong." You stopped struggling. His voice was serious, almost commanding.
"You've been avoiding me for a week (name)." He stopped and turned you around, so you were facing him. "Tell me what's wrong." You hung your head, and felt a small smile tug at your lips.
"Believe me, I would if I could." You tore out of his grip, ignoring his shouts.  You where oblivious to your surround's, you just didn't care where you went, just as long as you were away from Alfred. You stopped, taking short breathes. You were in front of a grave yard. You pushed open the gates, a shrill squeak echoing. You ran your hand along the tombstones, taking time to read each one. You found one that was fairly new, and you knelt down to take a better look.
"Dakota." You mumbled.  He didn't have a last name, only the dates. 2003-2012. 'an orphan.'  Tears welled up in your eyes, and they soon ran down your cheeks.
"You died so young…" your trailed off, and sat in silence; your eye's never leaving the tomb.  A soft thump rang out. Your eyes darted to the side, and you were shocked to see Alfred sitting next to you.
"He was an orphan you know." You mumbled. Alfred nodded, smiling sadly.
"Nobody derives to die like that." He replied, reaching over to pick a small daisy and placed it in front of the tomb running his hand along it.
"You really wanna know what's wrong?" you whispered. Alfred looked at you, and nodded. You faintly smiled, and rolled up your sleeve.
"My mom died when I was 5." You cut him off, pulling you sleeve back down. "My father started drinking, and when he was drunk, he had fits, and he usually took them out on me." You looked back at the tomb and started up again.
"I was, well terrified, and I did the only thing that seemed logical to me, so I shut myself out. It was like that for 4 years, and then I finally made a friend.
"I was so happy, that I went to tell my father, and I brought her along. When I told him, he got angry, and he hit me in front of her. She ran, and told her parent's. They called the cops, but he got out of it." You stopped, not able to finish.
"You've been dealing with this since you were 5?" he asked. You nodded.
"Is that why you've been avoiding me?"
"No, Mackenzie found out."
"Oh." You sat in silence, the wind occasionally blowing.
"You should tell somebody." Alfred mumbled. You shook your head.
"I can't."  You replied. Alfred looked at you his eyes full of concern.
"You can't tell anybody either." Alfred nodded.
"I won't, at least not yet." He whispered the last part. You stood up.
"I've got to go." You said, walking around the tombstone. Alfred remand silent, the wind gently blowing. You found your way out of the cemetery, and paused outside of the gates.  You didn't want to leave, not without Alfred. You waited for a while, before he joined you. You two walked in a silence, settling on an unspoken deal. Alfred stopped in front of your house.
"I'll tell Mackenzie to quit whatever she's doing." He said. You nodded. Alfred started to walk away when you called out to him.
"Alfred wait!" he stopped and turned his head.
"Thank you." You mumbled. He smiled.
"You're welcome." he started walking again, as did you. Your confidence wavering as you walked up the steps. You opened the door and gasped as your father pulled you inside.
"You're in a lot of trouble." He growled, throwing on the floor. You grunted when you made contact. Your father then pinned your arms above your head.
"Who is he?" he spat. You closed your eyes and clamped your mouth shut.
"Who is he!?"
"I- I don't know what you're talking about!" you replied, yelping as your father slammed you against the wall.
"You know damn well who I'm talking about." He said, leaning up against you.
"That boy who walked you home, that boy you've been hanging out with, Alfred."
FINALLY! :iocnfinallyplz: im sorry this took so long, but it's hard only being able to get on 1 day a week. the song is Scarborough Fair, and this version is sung by the celtic women.

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You tugged on the sleeves of your jacket, the dull throb of pain a consent reminder of how long the pain killers would last.
"You ready?" Alfred wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and you slowly nodded, locking eye's with Arthur. Amelia came out of the bathroom, tugging on the end of her skirt, eyeing it distastefully.
"Do I really have to ware this?" She asked.
"I don't like it either." You replied.  You were wearing a short-sleeved shirt, with a jacked, but you would have to take it off, and you were not in the mood to show other people your still healing wounds.
"Let's go." Arthur quickly said, opening the door.  You froze, and Alfred gently led you out the door, keeping a small smile. The four of you soon reached the car, and you climbed in the back seat with Alfred, Arthur driving and Amelia in the passenger seat.  The ride was short, but the atmosphere was killing you, and when you reached the court house, you quickly got out of the car, taking a deep breath of fresh air. You slowly looked around, stiffing up when you saw your father being led in. He shot you a glare, and you ran behind Alfred.
"What's wrong?" Alfred looked back at you, and you gingerly pointed towards your father, and Alfred wrapped his arm around your shoulder, shooting his own glare at him. Arthur walked up, with Amelia close behind, He spotted your father, and quickly led you to another door, bringing you inside.
"We've got 20 minutes till we have to go on." Arthur said, making sure the door was tightly closed.
"What do we do till then?" Amelia asked.
"Wait." Arthur replied. You nodded, leaning on Alfred, wincing as a jolt of pain shot up you're back.
"You ok?" Alfred looked at you, his blue eyes filled with concern.
"Ya." You mumbled, closing your eyes, quickly falling into a troubled sleep.

"(Name)?"  Your eyes slowly opened, and you found yourself staring into a pair of blue ones.
"Alfred?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.
"Come on, we gotta go." His voice was soft, but urgent. You nodded, prying yourself off of the couch. Alfred grabbed your hand, and slowly led you out of the room. Arthur was waiting outside, looking rather pissed and Amelia talking to a lawyer.  She looked back at you, grinning.
"There, she's up." She said. "We're still on." The lawyer huffed and stomped off.
"That was a close on." She mumbled.
"Did I oversleep?" you asked, your (e/c) eyes shining with worry.
"No, but that stupid ass lawyer was complaining that you weren't in the court room, and that you were going to for fit the case if you didn't show up." Arthur spat. You flinched, and glanced at Amelia. She shrugged.
"Come on, let's go." Arthur mumbled. Alfred gently tugged you down the hall, and when you reached the court room, you latched onto him and refused to let go. Arthur marched the three of you down the hall, clutching a file that you hadn't noticed before.
"Sorry we were a little late your honor." Arthur said, taking the stand for you.
"That's quite understandable." He replied, waving away the apology.  You sat down on the bench with Arthur and Amelia.
"Now, are you (Name's) lawyer or-"
"Doctor, sir."  Arthur said, cutting him off.  The judge nodded, and started with your father. The lawyer you saw earlier was actually your fathers, and he recalled the past events, started when your mother died, but he made it sound like all the beating's where your fault.
"Son of a bitch." You mumbled, catching Alfred's attention.  He smiled, placing his hand on top of yours.  The judge told the lawyer to stop, saying that he had heard enough.  He then asked for you to recount the events, and you froze.
"I-um…"  You stopped. You couldn't do it.
"Do you want me to say it?" Alfred asked. You nodded, silently thanking him. Alfred smiled, and stood up to join Arthur, and retold you story, just as you had told him. You found enough strength to show him the still healing bruises and cut's along your arms, and you quickly sat back down, wincing as your back hit the hard wood.  The judge looked at you in shock, and when Arthur finished giving account of the stab wound, the judged quietly asked you father
"Is this true?"
"Of course not." He snorted. "She just want's attention."
"But you do admit to beating her?"
"I-"You smirked. The judge had him cornered. A jolt of pain ran up your back, and you yelped, causing everybody to look at you. Arthur swore under his breath.
"Go back to (name), I can handle the rest." Arthur mumbled. Alfred nodded, and sat next to you. You rested your head on his shoulder, wincing as more jolts ran up your back.
"Your honor, if I may, I and Amelia would like to take cousdey of (name)." Arthur said, flinching as you yelped again.  The judge looked concerned.
"Will she be ok?" he asked.
"She will be the sooner we can get back to the hospital." Arthur said. The judge nodded.
"And you want cousdey why?" he asked. Arthur took a deep breath, clearly frustrated.
"I'm her doctor, and it would be best if I could monitor her progress 24/7." He replied.
"What about her relatives?"
"They refuse to take her in." The judge looked shocked, but it quickly faded. He nodded, raising his mallet.
"Arthur and Amelia Kirkland get cousity of (Full name), and I sentence (father's name) to 11 years in prison." The judge brought his mallet down, singling the end of the trial. Arthur ran back to you, and Alfred lifted you up, wrapping your arm around his shoulder.
"Here" Amelia handed Alfred a couple chewable aspirins, and he popped them into your mouth, one by one.  You finished chewing, looking at Alfred.
"Are we done?" you asked. He nodded, and Amelia started pushing Alfred and Arthur.
"Let's go!" They nodded, and Alfred picked you up, making in a little easier on you. You rested your head on his chest, burring your head in his suit. The ride back to the hospital was quick, and as soon as you hit your bed, you fell asleep.

You awoke with a start, and were surprised to find boxes sitting in the room. They were all labeled like somebody was moving. 'That's right' you thought. 'I'm moving in with Alfred.'  Your face heated up at the thought, but you were happy all the same.
"Oh, you're up!" Amelia walked into the room, back in her scrubs.
"Iggy!" she called. 'Iggy?' you thought.  Arthur came into the room, followed by Alfred.
"So I can't call you Iggy, but she can?" he asked, stopping as he spotted you.
"(Name)!" He shouted, running up to hug you. You stopped him.
"I'm still not 100% better." You said, smiling. Alfred pouted.
"That's not fair." Amelia smacked him accost the head.
"You should be grateful she's here with us." She said, scolding him like a child.  Alfred weakly smiled, flinching as she raised her hand again.
"So, when am I leaving?" You asked.
"In about a week." Arthur replied. You nodded, your sprites lifting.

The week passed by quickly and your wound was healed a couple days before you were going to leave, but Arthur insisted on keeping you for the full week. You were disappointed, but Friday came soon enough, and you were discharged from the hospital.  It wasn't too hard loading the boxes, seeing as how there were only 5, but Amelia promised you that she would take you out shopping to get you some new clothes. You looked forward to it, but not as much as getting to your new house. Arthur was warning you about his brother's, who like to drop by un-announced, but you hardly paid any attrition.  You soon reached the house, and Alfred grabbed all of your boxes, but you snatched the top one, opening it to check that everything was still there. Amelia smiled and opened the door for you and Alfred.
"Welcome home (Name)."

This my dear friends is the end.

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You slowly opened your eyes, and blinked, letting you sight get used to the white room.  You went to sit up, and fell back, your body screaming in agony.  You bit your lip, waiting for the pain to pass. As soon as it was over, you slowly moved your arm, then the other one. You sighed, and let your eye's wander around the room.  You lingered on the pile of gifts at the end of your bed.
"Who would give me those?" you mumbled. You shrugged it off, and looked over to the side of the bed, and blinked. Alfred was sitting on a stool, his head lying on the bed, asleep.  
"Alfred, sleeping, never thought I'd see it." You giggled, and smiled. "I'm glad you're my boyfriend, ya know?"
"Yup."  Alfred mumbled, slowly opening his eyes. He lifted his head, and grinned.  "(Name)!" Alfred jumped up, and kissed you. It was gentle, yet passionate, but it was all you needed.
"You know, I haven't left this room once since they brought you here." Alfred said, lying down on the bed next to you.
"And that's been how long?" You asked, turning your head tword's him.
"3 days."  You blinked.
"3 days?"
"3 days." Alfred replied, a smile tugging at his lips. You two jumped as the door opened. The doctor came in, followed by the nurse. He stopped, and smiled.
"Never thought I see this." He said, chuckling as Alfred got up off the bed, his face red.  The doctor walked over, and smiled.
"Hello (name), I'm Dr.  Kirkland, but you can call me Arthur." He smiled. "And this is Amelia." He nodded tword's the nurse. You smiled, and looked at Alfred, who found a corner, then back to Amelia.
"You two look a lot like each other." You said. Amelia smiled, and pulled Alfred out of the corner.
"That's because he's my little brother!" she replied, hugging him.
"W-wha?"  You blinked. "How come you never told me?" Alfred looked at you.
"I um-"
"Good question." Amelia said, nodding her head.  "Why didn't you?"
"Amelia, love, this is supposed to be a hospital, not a family reunion." Arthur said, putting his hand on her shoulder. Amelia grinned, and let go of Alfred, who made his way over to your bed. Arthur sighed, and gave Amelia a quick kiss, and then turned back tword's you.
"Do you think you could sit up?" He asked. You shook your head.
"What if Amelia helped you?" he replied.
"Maybe." You said, looking at Alfred.
"Well, it doesn't hurt to try." Amelia replied, walking over to you. "Alfred, Move." She pushed Alfred and he stumbled, but caught himself.
"Shut up." Amelia said, sliding her hand's under your back. "Ready?"
"I guess." You mumbled. She gently lifted you, stopping half way.
"Can you make the rest?" she asked. You nodded. She lifted you up the rest, and leaned you against the pillow.
"Thanks'." you said. "It still hurts thou."
"No problem, and that's to be expected, seeing as how you, well got stabbed in the back." She replied. Alfred walked back over to you, and he put his hand on top of yours, and kissed you forehead.  You smiled
"Anyway, now that that's done, I need to check your heartbeat and all that jazz." Arthur said, clearing his throat.  Alfred looked at him.
"You not goanna make me move, are you?" he asked, squeezing you hand.
"No." Alfred sighed. "Only because Amelia already did that."
"Aww, you so sweet." She said.  Arthur smiled, and took his stethoscope off his neck.
"Only when you don't annoy me." He replied, sitting on the stool next to your bed.
"Are you two dating or…"
"Married." Arthur replied, pressing the end of the stethoscope to your chest.  You nodded, and looked up at Alfred, who was glaring at Arthur. You shook your head, and winced as he placed the end on your stomach.
"Sorry." He mumbled, wrapping the stethoscope around his neck. You nodded, glancing up at Alfred.
"Were going to need to change your bandages (name)." Arthur said, glancing at your stomach. You gulped, and looked around the room.  Arthur and Alfred looked at each other, and Amelia stepped up to your bed.
"I'll do it." She said. She raised her arm, and pointed to the door.
"You two boy's, out." She said. Alfred eminently burst into complaint, and Arthur stood up, and placed his hands on Alfred's shoulders.  
"Come on git." He said, steering him tword's the door.
"She'll be fine." Arthur cut him off, and led him out the door. Amelia slammed it shut behind them, and pulled down the shades, waving to the boys.
"You'd think they never heard of privacy." She said, reaching into the cupboards.
"Arthur didn't mind." You replied, gasping as a wave of pain shot up your back. Amelia looked over at you, her blue eyes filled with worry.
"Can I lie down after were done?" you asked. "I don't think I can sit up for much longer."  Amelia nodded, and pulled a fresh roll of bandages out of the cupboard.  She slowly unwrapped the bandages, stopping when you let out little shrikes.  When she finished, she looked at the knife wound, and flinched.
"Is it better?" you asked, yelping when she dabbed rubbing alcohol on it.
"A little." She replied. You groaned, wincing. Amelia sighed, and put the bottle down, and wrapped new bandages around your chest and stomach.  
"There, all done." Amelia threw the bloody wrappings in the trash can, and helped to lay down.  She called the boys back in, and you fell asleep as Alfred reached your bed.

During the next few days, people came to visit you, usually 3 at a time.  Mackenzie came, but it was only to see Alfred. She never once let go of his arm, and she got so bad Amelia had to step in. She pulled her off Alfred, slapped her and kicked her out, telling her to grow up.  Later on in the week, you found out you had to go to your father's trial.
"I can barley sit up!" you shouted. "What makes them think I can stand for 4 hours?"
"I know, but there not giving me much say in this love." Arthur said, running his hand thru his hair. Amelia placed her hand on his shoulder, and Alfred sat on the edge of your bed.
"I'll be up there with you (name), so if you start to get dizzy, you can lean on me." Alfred said. You looked at him.
"Y-you're going to be there?" you asked. Alfred nodded.
"Iv got to tell them about the knife thing." He replied. Arthur nodded.
"Oh, well then, I guess it's not so bad then." You mumbled.
"We can give you pain killers, plus we'll be there to." Amelia chimed in.
"plus, they want us to tell him of your entire wound's, and were actually going to try to get custody of you." Arthur said. You looked over at Alfred, who was just a shocked as you.
"W-why?" You and Alfred asked at the same time. Arthur smirked.
"Reason's best left unknown." He replied.  You looked over at Alfred, who was blushing.
"W-where is she going to sleep?" he asked.  
"Where ever." Amelia replied, grinning.  You face palmed.
"This is going to go well, I'm sure." You mumbled.
YUS! IT'S DONE! In all honesty, i was hoping to have this be the last chapter, but there's one more!

Iggy has made a suprise apprence, and i threw UsUk in there! DONT KILL ME!

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You stared at the poster taped to the wall. You blinked and leaned forward, your hand's in your pockets.
"Prom next week." You read, standing up. You smirked, and turned around.
"No way I'm going." You said, leaning your head back. That's one of the good things about being a loner; people don't ask you to things like that. You felt a sharp stab of pain shoot up your arm.
"Damn." You mumbled, rubbing it. It was defiantly getting worse. You quickly rolled up your sleeve, and winced. The bruises had gotten darker, and that lump was bigger. You put your sleeve back down and looked towards the oak door that led to the nurse's office.
"Maybe i should…" You shook your head.  You didn't need the nurse to know you where abused. You started walking towards your English class, excuses running thru your head.
"I need to walk the dog? No." you looked down at the tile floor steadily moving beneath your feet.
"What's a good excuse?" you mumbled stopping at the door. You clasped you hand together and smiled.
"Dad was sick and he needed a few thing's before I went to school." You said, opening the door. You where questioned by the teacher, and after repeating your excuse, where lectured on the importance of being on time.
"Ya ya." You said walking to the back of room, taking a window seat. Your teacher puffed out her cheeks and went back to writing on the board. You took out a notebook and pencil, and putting your feet up on the desk, began taking notes. You may be a punk but you sure as hell weren't going to fail school. You glanced up at the board, and noticed a pair of blue eye's trained on you. You ignored it, and went back to writing. If people wanted to stare at you, so be it. About 20 minuets later you heard the sharp ding of the bell, and gathering your stuff quickly walked out of the room.
"(Name), wait." You stopped and turned on your heel.
"What?" You spat. The teacher called you over, and quietly asked you to try not to be late again. You agreed, and ran out of the class. You felt a hand clamp on to your wrist, and at the speed you were going, you did a face plant, with your arm sticking up. You ripped out of the persons hand and rolled over, you other arm still holding your books. You glared at him and quickly sat up.
"What the fuck do you want?" You asked, standing up. Francis smirked, and went into some stupid speech about how you should go to prom with him and other stuff.  Second's in you punched him in the face, causing him to fall over.
"You're wasting my time." You mumbled, rubbing the wrist Francis had grabbed. It was your free hour, so you quickly ran to the library, the occasional stab of pain running along your back. You found an empty table at the back, and you sat down, laying down your sketch book, and opening it to a random page, started to sketch. A couple minutes later you held it up, and smiled. It was just the outline of you and your mother, and a few minor details, but it looked ok. You set it back down, and stopped your pencil before it hit the paper. You hadn't realized it yet, but you where drawing a family picture that you had found, one with your dad. You shook your head and started to sketch again, deciding to leave your father out.
"He doesn't deserve to be in it." You mumbled, starting on your mother's hand, which was holding yours.
"That's really good." You jumped, and slammed the sketchbook shut. You looked up, and glared. A certain blued eyed hyper American was standing on the other side of the table, grinning.
"Don't do that." You said, slowly opening the sketchbook again. Normally you would have punched the guy, but you had a soft spot for Alfred, you didn't know why, and quite frankly, in annoyed you.
"What cha drawing?" Alfred asked, tilting his head to see the picture better. You covered it up.
"None of your business." You spat, slightly moving your arm so you could draw.  You felt a hand clamp onto your arm, and it was quickly jerked up.
"Hey!" You shouted, dropping your pencil. Alfred walked around the table, still holding your arm.  You moved your other arm over the picture, but Alfred grabbed that one too.  He stood behind you, his eyes glued to the paper.
"Who's that?" He asked, letting go of your arms. You slammed the book shut.
"Nobody." You said, standing up, hastily grabbing the book off of the table.
"Alfie!"  Alfred stiffened, and slowly turned his head.
"Uh…"  You looked at him, and then to Mackenzie, who was running across the library.
"I was wondering where you ran off to." She said, attaching herself to Alfred. You snickered.
"Looks like you got you self a leech Alfred." You said, leaning on the bookshelf. Mackenzie glared at you.
"Who's to talk?" She hissed. "You could never have one; always wearing long-lived shirt's and sweat shirts." You narrowed your eyes and set your book's down on the table.
"Are you saying I can't get guys because I don't wear what you wear?" you asked, taking a step towards her.
"That's exactly what I'm saying." She said, smirking. Alfred looked flustered, looking at you then her. You raised you fist, then put it back down. You grabbed your books and walked away; ignoring the insults that Mackenzie was throwing at you.  You walked out the library, and were stopped by Francis.
"So, you never gave me an answer."  He said, leaning up against the wall.
"NO!" you shouted, taking off at a run, leaving Francis with a dazed look. You reached the U.S. History room in a minute, and slowly opened the door.
"Hey Mr. Stempien." You said, taking a seat at the back off the room.
"Sup?" he replied, handing a piece of pizza to you.
"Thanks." you said, taking a huge bite. Mr. Stempien was your favorite teacher, not just because he gave you pizza, but that was a huge factor, but because he made class fun.  You heard the creak of the door, and book's being slammed down on the desk next to yours.
"Got any pizza left?" Alfred asked, sliding into his seat. Mr. Stempien handed him the box, just as the door opened again.
"Hey Alfred."  You groaned. 'Why me?' you though, finishing the last bit of your pizza. Mackenzie glared at you, and took a seat next to Alfred. Mr. Stempien looked at all 3 of you, and grabbed a piece of pizza out of the box, with Alfred glaring at him.
"I really don't think this is going to work." He said. He pointed to Mackenzie then you.
"Mortal enemies and the guy there fighting over, yup not going to work." You felt your face heat up.
"WHAT?!" you and Alfred shouted at the same time, earning a glance from Mackenzie. Mr. Stempien smiled, and walked to the front of the room, right as the bell rang and the rest of the student's filed in. You winced as a sharp stab of pain ran up your arm. You gently rubbed it, gritting your teeth as the pain increased. Black dot's started swimming across your gaze. 'Not now!' you thought, the class room fading. You took a sharp intake of breath, and herd a soft thump before everything went black.

"It's over 9,000!" You shot up, hitting your head on a metal table. "Ow…"
"You're up!" You glanced in the direction from where the voice was coming, and was surprised to see Alfred sitting in the chair.
"Where am I?" You asked, rubbing your head.
"The nurse's office. You passed out in class." Alfred replied, standing up and making quick strides over to you. You stiffened.
"S-she didn't do anything, did she?" You asked, pulling the blanked closer to you. Alfred shook his head and handed you a glass of water on the table. You took it, and took small sips.
"You really scared me." He said, taking the glass from you and setting it back on the table.
"Sorry." You mumbled, pulling on a loose string on the blanket. Alfred smiled and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Don't be." He said, pulling a loose strand of hair out of your face. You looked up at Alfred, his expression full of concern, and something else.
"Alfred…" You jumped as the door slammed open, and Alfred quickly pulled away from you.
"Alfred!" Mackenzie waltzed into the room, shooting you a look of pure hatred.
"Mackenzie, w-what are you doing here?" Alfred asked, his eyes filled with shock.
"Oh noting really." She said, flipping her hair. "Just came to see what you guys are up to." She sat in Alfred's lap, smiling. You leaned up against the wall. Alfred looked at you, his face saying help me!
"Push her off." You mouthed, making the movement with your hands. Alfred shrugs and did so. Mackenzie landed with a satisfying thump. You smiled and gave Alfred thumbs up.
"What was that for?" Mackenzie whined, slowly getting up.
"Hand's slipped." Alfred replied, winking at you. Mackenzie growled, and stomped to the door.
"Whatever." She mumbled, slamming the door shut. You giggled, and put your hands over your mouth.
"Nice one!" you said, giggling again. Alfred smiled, and did a fake little bow.
"The hero always answers his damsel's requests."  He said, grabbing your hand. You felt your face heat up a little, but you ignored it. Alfred helped you up, pulling you close to him. Now you started to worry. You could tell your face was tomato red. Alfred smiled.
"Want me to walk you home?" He asked. You shook your head, and preyed yourself out of his grip.
"No, i-im fine." You said, hastily making your way tword's the door.
"Ok." Alfred mumbled, slightly flinching as you slammed the door.  He slowly made his way tword's the door, careful not to slam it. He just barley caught a glimpse of you as you dissipared out the school door.
so, here's part 1. And the over 9,000 thing, me and sis where just talking about that, so id figure id throw that in there.

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Preview image belong's to it's rightfull owner

You belong to :iconsexyamerica3plz:

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Part 1: :la:
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
Part 5: [link] end
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You sat on the park bench, staring into space. The soft patter of the rain on the leaves kept you from drifting off and it helped soothed the pain.  You watched the events of the past hour run thru your head, each time more vivid than the last. Unable to bare it anymore, you cussed yourself out.
"Why am I so damn stupid!" you shouted, punching a nearby tree, shock waves running up your arm. You quickly pulled it back, and cradled it, the pain slowly easing. You looked down at your arm, your eyes widening. The busies seemed darker in the rain, and a few cut's had started to bleed. You gulped, and hung your head, your arm limply hanging by your side.
"(Name)?" You head shot up.
"A-Alfred." You stuttered, putting your arm's behind your back. But Alfred had already seen them. You looked away, tears pricking your eyes. You felt something drop on your shoulders. You looked back at Alfred, your eyes wide.
"Alfred." It was barley a whisper, but he heard it.
"Keep it." He mumbled, shivering as the wind blew. You thrust the jacked back at him, but he pushed it away.
"You need it more than I do." He said, before he took off running.
"Alfred, wait!" you shouted, but it was useless. He was already gone.
So, iv had this idea for a while, and i dont know how to start it, so, id figured i'll let you read a little, and tell my if you like it.

Hetalia belong's to :iconhimaruyaplz:

Preview image belong's to it's rightfull owner
You belong to :iconsexyamerica3plz:

EDIT: this scean comes later on in the story, so dont freak out when i dont countinue from here, k?

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Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
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America x Reader

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" you screamed at the top of your lungs and getting your arm away and run.

"BUT _____ PLEASE HEAR ME OUT!" Alfred tried to chase after you,trying to catch up to you and explain.

"NO!" You run much more faster but since Alfred was very athletic,he managed to catch up to you anyway.
You see..You were going to Alfred's House since he invited you over at his party. You caught him kissing and hugging some slut in the
coach, He saw you and ran to you and leaving that slut aside utterly confuse or disappointed.

"BABE!, i can explain!" was what he said,leading everything to what just happened.
You were sick about him saying 'I can explain!' to you whenever you caught him sucking up with another girl,You don't want it to
happen again and again and again.You want it to end if it's always gonna be like this.

"NO AL!" You ran through the dark streets,trying to hold back your tears,frustration and pain.

"Please...I don't want this to happen again.." You stop at a lamp post while Alfred slowly stopped and looked at you.

"What do you mean..?" He approaches you and cupped your face,making it facing him.You couldn't hold your tears back any longer,so
they instantly came out that made you cover your face with your hands.How could he not have a single clue? you thought,Alfred
was shocked,seeing you cry just made him felt even worse.Normally you'd forgive him but he was wrong,but this was the last straw
and you wanted it to end for the both of you.

"You...want to break up..with me?" He choked on his words,hoping that this wasn't the one that you meant.

"...Y-yes.." when you answered his question,you had no idea what to do but to run away again but your feet froze from the atmosphere.

"B-but why?"

"I just can't take it anymore with all your flirting even though how many times you explain it to me,It really hurts me Al.." You turn
to your heels and try to make a run for it,and it seems that he red your mind and hugged you tight.

"Please.._____,don't go..i need you" He rest his chin on your shoulder and silently cries,which you felt dropping on your shoulder.
You bit your lip and knit your eyebrows together,not really wanting to trust him any longer.

"I just....can't Al.." Those word felt like knives that are stabbed at him. "Please _____...,I promise to be better for you..just please don't
leave me.."

"..I just can't" You made his arms loosed your grip at him and you turn around and run away..
It was the only option..


Run away..
GAAHHH!! haven't made much reader inserts for awhile cause of school. Sorry If It's a fail,I'm just not use to making stories like this and i had this
idea ever since. Please don't kill me!! :iconscaredplz: Please!! This is just my first time making sad stories(this one is sooo short T.T)
and sorry if America is a bit OOC and that you had to leave him

Hetalia and Alfred belong to :iconhimaruyaplz:
Strory belongs to me
and you own you

*edit* I had no idea how many people liked this ._. it was only a one-shot,really. I didn't even aim it to be sad so much,i just got bored and this just went on my mind :|
but...THANK YOU!! :iconthankyouverymuchplz:
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Present Day – America's House

"What happened next?" Nevada asked
"I let her go …" Alfred mumbled
"You let her go?" Hawaii asked
"Yeah … because I knew that she was right. I was denying her the thing we were fighting so hard to have ourselves. And I couldn't bear to see her unhappy" Alfred replied
All of the girls sighed and said "How Romantic" whilst the boys all wrinkled their noses in disgust
"So, what happened to her?" Nevada asked
"She returned to Arthur and I never saw her again …" Alfred replied
"Huh?! Why?" New Jersey asked, horrified
"I don't know" Alfred said, shrugging
He sighed
"That's your story, kids. Now get to bed" He said
"Aww, but we wanted to hear how you kicked Britain's ass!" Rhode Island said, pouting
"Bed!" Alfred insisted
The children crawled into bed and he sighed. Then, he looked up and saw the Dakota twins shaking. He sighed and got up. He wondered over to them and patted them both on the head
"It's ok … in dreams, nothing can hurt you. Besides, if any monsters come to get you, tell them they should turn their tails and run" Alfred said
"Why, Daddy?" North Dakota asked
"Because I'm a Hero … and monsters fear heroes" Alfred replied
The Dakota twins looked at each other and smiled
"Thanks Daddy!" They said in unison
Alfred smiled
"No problem. Now, get some shut eye" He said, standing up
He looked at his children and sighed. It was tough raising all of them by himself, but he managed. He just wished that [Name] had stayed after the war ended. He left the room and took one last look at the bedroom, which all of the states shared. He smiled
"Goodnight, demon slayers" He said, turning out the light
He left and went to his room, which was just down the hall. It was much smaller, and the walls were covered in movie posters. In the corner was a computer, sitting on top of a desk which was covered in coffee stains and litter. He often said he would clean it, but he never got around to it. There was a chest of drawers close to the door, which had clothes falling out of it or untidily put away, which he swore that he would one day do properly. He shut the door behind him and took off his glasses
"What a day … but at least I can finally get some sleep" He said, setting his glasses down on the desk
He scratched the back of his head and yawned loudly as he kicked off his shoes
"Man, raising kids is hard" He muttered
He took off his shirt and threw it on the floor, deciding that he would deal with it in the morning, as he was too tired. He let out a frustrated sigh as he undid his belt and yawned again as he took off his trousers. Forgetting about his socks, he just turned out the lights and crawled into bed
"Man … today sucked. I'm dwelling on the past so much, it's not like me. I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up tomorrow and it turned out I was that jerky limey the whole time" He sighed
He stared at the ceiling, whilst he covered himself with his bed sheets, which resembled the American flag
"I'd like to see Captain America try to raise kids" He sighed
His eyes closed … and instead of the usual dream of being the hero, he was haunted by a memory he had tried to forget …

"Pregnant?! How can you be pregnant?" [Name] asked, horrified
"I don't know, it just happened, ok?" Alfred said, shaken
"B-but you're a man! And you already have thirteen kids!" She wailed
"I know, I know … the same thing happened when they were born. One day I woke up pregnant. Honest, I don't know how this happened!" He cried
"You don't just "Wake up Pregnant", Alfred! That's not how this works!" She said
"[Name], please don't do this, I need you!" He said, stroking her cheek
She smacked his hand away
"Don't give me that! You cheated on me didn't you?" She wailed
"No! I would never do that!" He cried, horrified by the accusation
He put a hand on his swollen stomach and began to cry
"Please, [Name]. Be reasonable …" He said
"Forget it, Alfred! Goodbye, and you can forget about our wedding!" She shouted
She took the wedding ring off her finger and threw it at Alfred's feet. She left the house, crying heavily
"[Name], wait!" He cried

Alfred woke to find that Washington was shaking him
"Daddy, wake up" He whimpered
Alfred sat up
"What's wrong?" He asked
"I h-had a bad dream … the whole world was trying to kill me!" Washington said, shaking violently
Alfred sighed and picked his son up, holding him close in a hug
"I'm scared" Washington whimpered
Alfred sighed
"Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around. Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir. Not while I'm around" He sang
The child became calm and fell asleep in Alfred's arms
"Tomorrow, I have to set a few things right …" Alfred muttered to himself

To be Continued
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[Name] (You) (c) You


"Goodnight demon slayer, goodnight
Now it's time to close your tired eyes
There are devils to slay and dragons to ride
If they see you coming, hell they better hide
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight my little slayer goodnight"

- Goodnight Demonslayer by Voltaire


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You started at the pregnancy test in front of you. A little + sign read on the meter. You were pregnant. Your boyfriend would surely kill you for this. He told you that he would leave you if you got pregnant.

Surely this was just a mistake. You didn't want your boyfriend to leave you. You loved him. You loved him a lot. There was the option of abortion but that was pretty much the same as killing an innocent toddler. You could give birth to him/her and then leave her at a door or put him/her for adoption.

You didn't want to do that. The baby has a life too! You quickly ran out of the bathroom of your apartment that you (proudly) owned. You went into the kitchen and quickly grabbed the wall phone. You decided that you would call the person you trusted most other then your boyfriend, America A.K.A Alfred F. Jones.

You dialed his number quickly, trying to hold your tears in. Ring, ring and then the caller picked up. "Alfred the hero here, who is it?" you heard the voice that you needed the most right now. "A-Alfred?" you choked out. Alfred heard your distress. "______, what's wrong?" You tried to keep from crying. "I-I need your help, can you come over?" You asked through stutters. "Of course _____!" Alfred almost shouted through the phone. You thanked him and ended the call.

Suddenly you felt your stomach gurgle in which you rushed to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. You puked. You puked. And now you had a horrible headache. You didn't want to be pregnant, but now you had to deal with the symptoms. You held your (h/c) hair up and puked again.

You really wanted to see Alfred right about now.

~This time skip is brought to you by ze awesome prussia~

You heard the knock on the door as you sat by the toilet. "Come in!" you just barely managed to shout, remembering that you left the door unlocked. You puked into the toilet again.

You heard the door open and then Alfred. "_____, where are you!?" he shouted. "Bathroom!" you barely managed to shout as you coughed. You heard his footsteps as he ran to your bathroom. He saw the horrified look he had on his face while you puked in the toilet.

"Holy crap ____! Are you okay?" he rushed to your sigh and rubbed your shoulders to calm you down. You couldn't help it anymore. You broke down crying as you buried yourself into Alfred's shoulders. He tensed up for a second but quickly relaxed. "_____, what happened?" he asked, still trying to calm you down (like the amazing guy he is). You calmed down to an extent and told him about your boyfriend and the fact that you were pregnant would make him leave you with a few stutters in between.

Alfred looked down at you in sympathy. "Shhh." he muttered as he tried to calm you down again, since you had broken up crying again. "I'll come with you to tell him." he said.

A few days flew bye before you decided to tell your boyfriend. Over the time period though you had avoided your boyfriend. Alfred had helped you through it and even had stayed at your apartment for a day to take care off you.

When you told your boyfriend he slapped you and called you a bitch. Alfred was there and it had almost ended up in a fight, but you had managed to calm them down and left.

A month later you and Alfred had become boyfriend and girlfriend. You moved into Alfred's (huge) house due to him worrying about you a lot. A few days after you gave birth to the baby (it hurt a lot) Alfred proposed to you. You happily agreed.

At the wedding you're ex-boyfriend crashed it saying he 'still loved you.' You knew it was all blashphemy so you denied him with confidence. Your ex-boyfriend left with the promise of 'ruing your life with Alfred' which you knew wouldn't happen.

It didn't. And you and Alfred lived a happy life together.
How did I write this sad thing!?!?! :iconwhywouldyoudothatplz:

T^T djalkjd I'm sorry if I dampened your mood.

Yeah, just a little something I wrote. Reader-chan's boyfriend is unnamed because I dont want any hate. :iconpokerfacememeplz:

So sad for being my first Reader Insert. :I

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You were bored as hell. Just like that. Your parents went out for dinner and left you home, so you could study for your tests. Like if you would. You'd studied all day long, and you just couldn't take it anymore, the math book laid open in your desk, with pencils and highlighter around it, but without you paying attention to them. The more you looked at it the more you didn't understand it.

You sighed and sat on your bed, looking outside the window. It was raining and rather cold outside, causing you to feel more bored than usual. 'God, why can't I just go and hang out with some friends?' you thought lying down and staring at the ceiling. As if someone read your mind, your mobile phone vibrated announcing the arrival of a new text message. You opened it and checked the ID. It was your best friend Alfred F. Jones.


You giggled a little. Alfred was certainly bored, he was way too energetic to just sit down and learn quietly to a math test.

Hey, Alfie! What I'm doing? The same as you I guess, lying at my bed and looking at the so interesting ceiling, can't study either…

You send the message and waited for his answer. Not even a minute later he'd send it back.

Pffff math's sucks… wanna do something? We could go to McDonald's have a 'little' snack!! Or watch a movie!!

You quickly answered him: Dunno… Dad and mom are out and told me to study…

C'mon, ________! You're not studying anyway! Let's do something!!

Fine, you won! McDonald's at 8 P.M.?


You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. You two had been friends since forever and to tell the truth, after you'd grown up, you developed a crush on him. Before you could realize, you'd fallen for him; and it wasn't without a motive, you just loved everything about him. He was always cheerful and happy, his sky blue eyes shining with vivacity and his blond hair just suited him. He was always there when you needed someone to laugh or to cry, and no matter what, he made you feel better. No wonder he called himself a hero. He was a hero, your hero.

Shacking your head you got up and searched on your wardrobe for some clothes. You took a pair of jeans, a (f/c) shirt and a jacket over it. After putting your shoes you took an umbrella and went out. Happily the mall was not far away from your house, so you reached it soon. Alfred was already there and as he saw you he waved and ran to your side.

"Hi, _______!"

"Hi, Alfred! Have you waited too long?"

"Nope! I've just arrived! And did you came by foot?" he asked, looking at your jeans, which where a kind of wet.

"Yeah… Like I said, mom and dad are out so they couldn't take me here."

"You should have asked me to pick you up, ________! I know how much you hate storms nights like that!"

You blushed a little by his worry. "It was nothing, Alfie. I live near to here you know"

"Whatever, _________. You should have told me." He said, not very convinced.

"Yes, yes I'm sorry! I'll ask you next time okay?" you answered, rolling your eyes.

"Hehe that's better, I'm the hero after all!" he said, cheerful again. "Now shall we go eat? I could eat a lion! Not kidding, I'm gonna die if I don't have something in my stomach!"

You smiled and nodded. Alfred passed an arm around your shoulders (making you blush even redder) and pulled you through the amount of people to McDonald's. While he opened the way, you looked up to him. He was handsome as always today, and you wish he'd see you as something more than just a friend, but you didn't have the courage to confess to him. Every time you decided to, you failed. One side of your mind told you to, but another part told you not, because you didn't knew if he felt the same way about you, and if not, your confession would ruin your close friendship. The only close friend you really had.

"Hey dudette! You okay?" Alfred asked you, with a twich in his eyebrows.

You realized you've been spacing out and mentally criticized yourself.

"Yeah, it's alright. I just daydreamed again" you sweat dropped with an apologetic smile.

The American smiled back and you two started to talk about some random thing. After some time you'd finished eaten (you had a hamburger and an ice cream while Alfred ate a tray of hamburgers).

"So, wanna go somewhere else?" he asked you with his childish smile.

"No idea… I can't stay out for much longer since my parents don't know I'm out… I think I should be going home for now…"

You thought you saw his smile fail a bit, but it was probably your imagination. "Sure, we can do something another day! Hang out to watch a movie or whatever ya want"

You nodded again "Yeah, we can combine it later"

Alfred smile grew bigger as you agreed and then he said he were driving you back home, though all your insistence, saying that it was alright and that you could walk home without problems. But Alfred is Alfred, once he decided it nobody would change his mind.

You sighed again and let it be, since you were too tired to discuss.

When he reached your home he went out of the car and walked with you until the front door.

"So, see you tomorrow at school ________! Wish me luck on this damn math test!"

You laughed softly. "Wish it for me first, I'll suck on it… And it'll be all your fault, Jones. Taking me out when I have test tomorrow… seriously…" you said, kidding. You two laughed, but as soon as you said it a lightning struck a tree near to your house and it was followed by a loud thunder.

You jumped of fright and lost your balance. Alfred saw how you were about to fall and in an inhuman speed he managed to get you clumsily before you hit your head on the ground. And then your eyes widen, just like his. Yes, he managed to get you, but your lips were smached into each others.

You two separated from one another and you turned as red as one of Spain's tomatoes, covering your mouth.

You looked at the American guy, and he blushed. "Hey, __-_______! I'm sorry dude!! I never had the intention on doing it to you! I mean, I would never do this, you know!! Sorry dudette!"

Something deep in your heart broke by listening his words. I would never do this… I would never do this…

But you kept it cool. "D-don't worry, Alfie! It was an a-accident! It doesn't mean anything, hehe!" but you felt as you were about to cry. Happily you get to keep the tears away.

Alfered apologized some more times and then l drove off, letting you alone in front of the door's house. As soon as his car was away of your field of vision, the tears fell down your cheeks. Tears of sadness, confusion and anger.

'What the fuck just happened?'
Hello there people!! :iconsayhiplz:
So I know that I have to finish some more of my other stories, but I couldn't help myself of writing this one XD
I also know it sucks, but it is my first America x reader so.... well, sorry if it's not very good :iconsweatdropplz:
Anyways, I hope you guys like it!! :D and comments are always welcome ^^
Oh, and I'm sorry if there's some grammar erros (I suck on english XD )

I don't own Hetalia, any of it characters or the picture ^^
you----> yourself for now :D

omgomgomg!! can't believe I started an America x reader!!! :squee: I always wanted to write this >////<
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"Daddy! Daddy's home"
Alfred sighed and waited to be pinned to the door by the 50 United States of his beautiful home country and sure enough, there was a sound of footsteps that he would have likened to a stampede and the States appeared and pinned him to the door, all trying to hug him at once
"Whoa! H-hey, Kids!" He said, smiling
"How was the conference, Dad?" Alaska asked
"Oh, you know. The usual …" He said
"Dad, Florida's been hogging the pool!"
The others nodded in agreement. Alfred gave a confused look and counted all of the children in front of him
"49 … Florida must be in the pool. New York, can you go and get her?" He muttered
"Why me?!" New York complained
"Don't take that tone with me, young man. Just do it" Alfred said
New York left, cursing and complaining as he went. Alfred shook his head
"I should wash that boy's mouth out with soap" He said
The kids laughed and he smiled
"Go on, kids. Go play" He said
The children cheered and all ran off in different directions. Alfred leaned against the door and sighed
"Kids … who'd have 'em? …" He joked to himself
He wondered into the living room and found Texas all by herself … and she was crying
"Hey, what's the matter?" He asked, approaching her
She looked up at him and hugged Alfred
"Ohio and Idaho threatened to send my horse to a glue factory" She whimpered
"How did that happen in five seconds?!" He asked, sounding agitated
He sighed and hugged her tightly
"Alright, I'll have a word with them" He said
"Thank you, Daddy" She said
He let go of her and she hurried off. He stood up and sighed
"I wish … I wish [Name] was here to help me with this" He said
He hung his head and shed a tear, just as Alabama came into the room
"Pa, what's wrong?"
Alfred quickly dried his eyes and looked at Alabama with a smile
"It's nothing, bud. Go play with your brothers and sisters" He said
Alabama left, leaving Alfred alone with his thoughts. He looked at the floor as all of the memories he had hoped to forget, surfaced …
"Hey, Britain! All I want is my freedom … I am no longer a child, nor your little brother. From now on, consider me Independent!"
His blood ran cold as that memory washed over his mind. But his reminiscing was cut short when Utah came into the room, looking frightened
"Dad! Maine's jumping out of the closet to scare everyone again!"
Alfred sighed
"Can't I have a moment's peace? … Ok, Utah, I'll deal with this" He said
"Thanks, Dad"
Utah left the room and Alfred sighed again
"This is so unlike me … maybe I should go see a psychiatrist" He muttered


Later that night, he was putting the States to bed, but they kept saying they should go to bed at different times, because of the different time zones. Alfred, however, ignored this and insisted that they all went to bed at the same time
"Tell us a story, Dad!" Kansas said
"Yeah!" The others cheered in unison
Alfred felt very tired and wasn't in the mood for story-telling. But he couldn't ignore the memories constantly flowing through his head. He had to tell someone … he had to get this off his chest
"Alright then, I have just the story for you" He said
He took out a box, which had been kept in his storage room for a long time. He opened it and took out a flag
"Wow! That looks like your flag, Dad!" Kentucky said
"But what's with the circle of stars?" Arizona asked
He sighed
"This was the old flag for the United States of America. This one … has only thirteen stars, but it still represents the freedom I fought so hard for. You see … long ago, there was a war between me and someone I once called brother" He said
"Aww, not a history lesson!" California complained
"Shut up, I want to hear this!" Georgia sad
"Well … I'm going to start from before the war started. I'm going to tell you about when I first saw her" Alfred said
"Who, Dad?" Wyoming asked
"Yeah, tell us!" Indiana said, jumping up and down on his bed
Alfred smiled and looked at all of the States leaning forward expectantly. So, he decided that he didn't have much choice now, and might as well tell the story
"Alright. This is a story about a war I both won and lost. This … is a story about [Name]"

To be Continued
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[Name] (You) (c) You


"A hero of war ...
Is that what they see?
Just medals and scars ...
So damn proud of me!
And I brought home that flag,
Now it gathers dust.
But it's a flag that I love ...
It's the only flag I trust"

- Hero of War by Rise Against


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