The light shimmered through the large, elegant windows of the conference room. It was an all-too-ordinary world meeting. England and France were fighting for the sake of fighting. Russia was scaring every nation around him. Germany was screaming in vain for everyone to listen and take turns. Italy bugging everyone about random probably idiotic pointless things that most likely had something to do with pasta. Romano was calling Spain all kinds of rude names in both English and Italian. Danmark was being chocked with his tie by Norway,who had a death grip on. Finland and Iceland were being bothered by Sweden. Austria, Hungary, and Prussia were in another argument over... something. Canada, your best friend, sat with you being completely and totally ignored by the world.. Literally. So overall nothing was out of the ordinary, well... At least nothing you cared to notice anyways.

You see, There was something different today. One of the nations that you grew up with , America, to be exact, Wasn't rambling on about why he was the hero,or some stupid way to save the planet. Today he was watching you, a little too closely. Why? Well because, today, you were actually talking to Canada. You were smiling and laughing too.  A light pink blush was sitting on both your faces and, well, America didn't like that. Not one bit, Because ever since the two of you were about twelve years old, the American has had the biggest crush on you,and thought you felt the same way towards him.

In reality, You did feel the same way America did, but.. You didn't have the courage to confess to him your feelings of deep affection. You had been asking Canada for advice, and some of the things he suggested just made you blush. Of course, America didn't know that and a cold jealousy was forming in his heart. A little voice in the back of his head, one he hadn't herd since you two were about sixteen, when a group of boys kept violently bulling you to the point you were sent to the hospital.  The voice had a mocking sound to it, And it sounded like America's voice, but darker. The voice began to chuckle, the chuckle turned into a laugh, the laugh turned into hysterics which lasted for a bit before it calmed down and spoke to America. "It should be us that gets _______, not that quiet wimp, Dont'cha think?" it hissed. "N...no.." America whispered under his breath. The voice started getting irritated "You should just kill him... you know you wanna. He is stealing ______. Our _______" it hissed again.

America clutched his head in his hands and shook his head violently at the voice sending ideas of violent actions, of villainy, into his mind. "no...No... NO!" He screamed as he thrashed his head from side to side as the hissing irritated voice in his head kept speaking to him. Everyone in the room stopped and looked at the American, A mixture of confusion washed over everyone, well, everyone but you. Terror and a fear that your life was in danger quickly washed over you as you watched your friend thrash violently around the area he normally sat. You recognized this behavior, it happened before the thing that looked like America, but wasn't, came out to 'play'.

You were paralyzed with fear as you watched him run to the door and dart down the hall. When you noticed people going after him you shot out of your seat "NO! D-DONT GO AFTER HIM!" You shouted, with a very noticeable fear in your voice. Everyone looked at you and shot looks of confusion at you. You sigh nervously as you felt a large,warm, yet delicate hand gently press against your small,shaky, cold one. You looked over to see Canada looking up at you from his seat, a rather concerned look in his eyes, but a sweet, yet very fake, smile painted on his face.

"...Canada..?" you said confused as to why he was looking at you like that. "Is.. Is it Al?" He asked in a small, sweet, yet nervous voice. All you would do was nod quickly. " I see... " Was all Canada said as he freed your hand and gestured you to go after America. You smiled thanking him, then quickly darted after the blonde American. Sure, Al scared you shitless, And yeah , he did hurt you a lot. But America was your friend, and the guy you were in love with, you had to do something to help him, to calm him down,To keep America, America.

You ran down the hall as fast as you could. You knew America could run faster then you, but you were hoping the pain in his head made him slower then normal. When you got the the lobby you saw the doors thrown open. They looked as if someone opened them so hard, that they had broke. "He.. left..." you muttered to yourself . You began to think, Where did he go? What triggered this? Why did this happen? How can you fix it? you were lost in thought until an oh-too-familiar chuckle dragged you back to reality. You knew this laugh, this haunting, mocking laugh that lurked in the shadiest corner of the room.

Your face drained of all colour at the sound of it. You swallowed roughly as you turned around to face the direction of the laughing. From the darkest corner you saw a set of paralyzing red eyes staring at you. "Hello,Darlin', Nice of you to come" it chuckled. You began to back up as he walked towards you. When he finally emerged into the light, you collapsed to the ground. Your eye's , wide with fear, lay fixed on something you had hoped never to see again.

He began to chuckle "Oh, Darlin', You aren't afraid of me.. are ya?" He hissed as he got closer to you. Sweat trickled down your face "I.. I thought you..you'd never come back" you stuttered as your back hit the wall.
He grinned "Well,Darlin', It's you and that Canadian fucks fault i'm back"  an annoyed tone in his voice as he continued to approach you. "W-what.. H-how" you asked sliding up the wall so that you could try to keep yourself together.

you were so scared he could almost taste it, which made him grin darkly. His grin made you feel sick, you wanted to scream but you know he'd only like that. You looked him in the eye as you slowly inched across the wall to get to the hall that led to the stairs you came down. He frowned a bit and started walking a bit faster than before "Oh darlin', I ain't letting you go just yet..I ain't done talkin' to yah yet." he was sounding rather annoyed at this point.

You kept your eyes locked on the rather frighting American and began sliding along the wall a bit faster. You didn't want to keep talking to him. you just wanted to get back to the safety of the conference room. Where the other nations could protect you. Al began walking faster then before, he wanted to keep you terrified, but he wanted you to listen to him too. He lifted up the bat that you had given to America a few hours ago as a late birthday present and then he ran at you hitting you hard enough to knock you out, but not hard enough to kill you.  You fell to the ground as the world around you went black.