A dreamless, yet peaceful sleep was interrupted.

Something suddenly collided gently with his foot. Stirring in his light sleep, Alfred frowned slightly in confusion. Was it a pillow or clump of sheet?

He didn't recall anything touching the end of his bed when he called it a night.

Too tired to question his judgement, Alfred moaned and rolled over on his side, facing away from a suddenly bright beam of light shooting through his eyelids.

Was it morning already? It didn't matter to him, all he wanted at this point was to sleep in.

Being a country representative, he had early morning flights to far away cities to attend board meeting, and dull meetups with the others.

But this week, he was blissfully given a break. No work, no long and irritating pep talks, no nagging comments from England.

Just a sunny Friday morning.

Alfred gently itched at his jawline, and slowly stretched his arms upward, expelling a trembling yawn.

Mornings like these were his nirvana and heaven on earth. A soft morning breeze, a bright sunny stream in his window that shone through his creamy white curtains, the playful smell of hickory and lavender practically fluttering through the air.

Alfred slowly let his eyelids slide open, the morning sun greeting him all too well. He squinted, and shaded the bright stinging light with his hand. Blinking a couple times, Alfred lowered his hand, and propped himself up against the headboard of his bed. Softly tugging at his boxers, he pulled them back up to his stomach, and stretched out his legs.

Silence struck him. He turned a bright red.

A slow dancing rose petal suddenly fluttered through America's open window, and danced down upon....

He shot up standing atop his bed, his bare feet sinking into the mattress.

Platinum waves of hair just barely reached his toes, as he flinched when blue pearls met icy amethyst jewels.

At the end of his bed, Natalya lay there, curled in the fertile position, watching him, staring at him with wide sunken eyes.

Alfred inhaled deeply and practically choked as he exhaled with fear.

Was she here the entire night? Last he recalled, she slept on his couch downstairs, far away from his room.

Did she get up in the middle of the night and crawl into bed with him!?

Why in the name of god would she do that? She knew he had set boundaries, and established a firm line she could not cross. He had stated over and over their deal, and how they were friends, not lovers.

Natalya slowly sat up, and tilted her head to the side, smiling gently.

"Good morning, Alfred" she cooed, getting into her knees, and slowly crawling toward the trembling American. "I watched you sleep, majo kachannie"

Alfred turned even redder with embarrassment. If she watched him sleep then.

Alfred gasped, and hastily covered his bare chest with his shaking arms.

He could have sworn in that moment, she eyed his chest, and licked her lips.

Alfred swore under his breath, and slowly lowered his arms, then climbed clumsily off the bed, plopping onto the floor with a thud.

"Did you dream, Ameryika? Any sweet dreams?"

She quickly stood up, and leapt off the bed, landing beside him.

"I dreamt a sweet dream. It was a white wedding, and you were dressed in a beautiful cream suit, and you blushed at my long flowing wedding dress. We were happy, my dearest, we were so happy."

Alfred shut his eyes and bit his lip. "Belarus, you know-"

Her tone quickly changed.

"Yes I know about your fucking deal Alfred, quit it with the reminder!" She scoffed. Alfred slowly opened his eyes, and began to shake, as her eyes swirled into an open void of darkness.

But as quick as it came, the darkness slithered away, and her eyes were replaced with a hopeful and shiny purple.

"Let us begin our bonding, Alfred. You will soon see our friendship is meant to be a relationship."

"Its too early for this," Alfred groaned, slowly standing up. "I would appreciate if I could have space when I wake up, I need my god damn coffee"

Rubbing at one eye, Alfred walked past Belarus. She shot out an arm and seized his hand. He froze in shock. Her hands were frigid to the touch.

"Did you not hear me?" Nataliya began. "I wish for us to begin bonding, now."

Alfred pulled away from her hand, and held his hand to his chest, desperately trying to warm it.

"You need to be patient, bonding doesn't happen right away," he grunted, pushing past Natalya. This time she put out no attempt to stop him.

Complaining to himself in a grumpy matter, Alfred slowly reached for the door handle and flicked the doorknob clockwise. It didn't budge. His eyes widened.

What? He could have sworn he left it unlock last night, not to mention, open as well.

Jiggling frantically at the knob, Alfred began to panic. Were the two locked in together now? This wasn't good at all, since she was all worked up about the two bonding. And who knows what her version of bonding would be.

Alfred whipped around and stared at Belarus. She was grinning wickedly. In her left hand, she dangled a silver key mockingly.

"Is this what you're looking for?" She giggled, flicking it playfully from her left hand, to her right.

She clenched it in her palm.

"You bitch" Alfred mouthed.

Opening her palm, Belarus plucked the key from her right hand with her left, and brought it up to her mouth.

His pupils dilated in fear, and before he could stop her, she dropped the key into her mouth, swallowing it in a flash. She coughed slightly, and straightened her posture.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way," she began. "But I would prefer if we could bond as fast as possible and get our friendship out of the way, so we can finally become one."

Alfred rubbed at his temples with his fingers, and expelled a groan.

"Natalya this is not how bonding works. You can't force me to do this, that's not bonding."

Natalya clenched her jaw and scowled. "It's the only way! You know very well that I want us to be one! This is an action necessary toward our love!"

America snapped there and then. "I don't love you! What else do I need to say!?"

Natalya lost it, and stamped her foot down, the room shaking under her thunderous anger.

"You do!! You just don't know it yet! Don't be so selfish!!"

She marched forward and tugged at Alfred's arm, forcing him to come in contact with her, she felt her heart beat against his, her breasts touching his bare chest. He tried to pull away from her stone cold grip, but this time there was no chance she was letting him go that easily.

"This is crazy! You're taking this to a completely different level."

Belarus seemed to snap at that very moment. Her head slowly lifted up to his gaze, and her eyes screamed a burning and painful message.

Take it back. Take it all back, you know you love me.

Alfred's breathing quickened, and he felt like he wanted to vomit. His throat burned, and Alfred's eyes squeezed shut.

He was doomed, he was absolutely fucking doomed.

Fear kept racing through his veins, as he kept tugging, desperate cries vibrating through his vocal chords.

He heard Natalya curse in her native tongue, as he slowly began to loosen the grip.

"Just a little more" he grunted to himself.

This chick was bonkers crazy!

Yesterday, he thought he finally saw the light, the almost "angelic" side of her.

But as per usual, his judgement was wrong. Here in his home, his very own home, lay a demon who was (worst case scenario of course) going to kill him!

The thought of this clearly frightened him, his face crescendoing with fear. Without a second thought, Alfred swung his leg into her gut, kicking her backwards onto the floor. Her stone grip flew away from his arm, and he quickly tugged it away.

America coughed out a gasp, and tore past her. With all his might, Alfred rammed his weight into the door, sending it flying open.

The sound of splintering wood startled Belarus, as she struggled to get onto her feet again. This was his chance.

Alfred shot through the door, and ran as fast as humanly possible down the long outstretched hall.

"Why me?!" Alfred scowled to himself. "And I was having a perfectly peaceful morning before all of this bullshit!"

Without paying attention Alfred leapt toward the stairs, taking two at a time each.

But his speed could not save him now.

He heard something cut through the air, and enter his calf. Alfred gasped, his foot landing in a weird position as he took on the last step. He went toppling, hitting the stair headfirst. His head shot colors through his eyes, pain roaring and thudding. Alfred let out a moan, and felt a warm trail of blood trickle against his eye, and down his jawline. He heard the menacing thumps of feet descending the stairs. A hand seized his shoulder, and he was tugged to his feet. Alfred squeaked, and practically fell backward onto Belarus, as she held his arms tightly behind his back.

"You've tested my patience," Natalya growled.

"I didn't want it to come to this Alfred. I wanted to keep you safe, and let no harm come to you, my dear"

America felt her voice rising, her grip on him trembling.

"But look what you've made me do now, you selfish bitch!" She screamed, pushing him forward. He tumbled down the last stair, and crumbled pathetically onto the floor. Ragged breaths left Alfred's mouth, as he found the strength to put his weight onto his elbows. His calf throbbed in siring pain, and he let out a small and horrified cry. He gently coiled his hand around the knife lodged in his calf, and gripped it with his trembling fingers. He bit his lip, and with an agonizing pull, he removed the knife with a sickening swipe. Blood splurged violently from the wound, and America began to sob, throwing the knife angrily to the ground.

"Why don't you look what you've done to me, Belarus!" He screamed. He rolled over onto his side, and let out an ear splitting scream.

"You fucking bastard! I reasoned with you and this is how you interpret it!?"

A hand slowly rested on his shoulder, as it slowly urged him to sit up onto his knees. Alfred groaned, clutching his wound.

"You do not understand, Alfred." Natalya began, her voice slightly trembling. "I do not need your friendship. I have come to your side for only one thing. Your love, and your love alone."

Alfred slowly rose onto his knees, and turned his head toward her.

"The deal," he croaked. "We made a deal. But after this reaction, I can't see us becoming friends at all."

He should have kept his mouth shut. He should have thought through his words better.

He should have remembered.

He should have taken it back. He could have taken it back. Yet he didn't.

He should have rendered that she was broken. But he didn't.

He should have thought through carefully.

Her foot locked against his skull, as she kicked at hard as possible.

Alfred felt blood splurge from his mouth, as a tooth ejected from his gum.

He couldn't hear it hit the ground, he couldn't feel the white hot pain in his mouth. He couldn't taste the blood gargling in his mouth. He couldn't see the twisted look of fear and regret on Natalya's face.

He couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. 

Author's note

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Hey gang! Yes I did promise for a longer chapter, but like I said.....I'm a very busy snail 😩😅

I honestly try to make time to throw in some story time, but let's just say high school is more or less, a bitch. 

We're also in the midst of competition month, and band practice is very long and is at least three to two times a week, we are a very high ranking band and we need to keep our reputation XD

BUT I SWEAR THERE WILL BE ONLY ONE MORE SHORT CHAPTER AFTER THIS! I'm gonna take time to get through some more chapters and brainstorm some ideas! So please be patient for me, I wanna make much longer chapters, but for now enjoy this one for me ❤️