Hetalia Kink meme part 9 -- CLOSED
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( Christmas Reveals )
Alfred stared at the television, wondering if he should be angry or depressed. Thanksgiving had been spent alone. He had been stuck with a twenty pound turkey, a fridge full of Molsons, and a brand new flat screen television that went unwatched. He hadn't even bothered to open the fridge; he had simply ate in silence, then sat down and finished the work that was due the following week. He didn't feel like doing anything. Matthew still refused his calls, and to make matters worse, he was unable to sleep.
His few dreams were nightmares, and those nightmares were filled with death. He wondered vaguely if being hated by his brother had caused it. Maybe Mattie was still really angry, and had tried to curse him through Arthur (even though Matt would never do that; he was too kind, even if he was a bit snarky).
Alfred yawned. He desperately wanted sleep, but he knew that as soon as his eyes closed, he would be haunted by those damn shadows. He fondly remembered how he used to call his brother whenever he watched scary movies (he wasn't scared, damn it!), and then they'd share the bed like when they were kids. As much as he hated to admit it, he really liked it back then, and there were times when he wished he could return. Everything had been so easy, but then he had become split, loyalist versus patriot, his people confused, Arthur crying (but that had been the rain, just the rain). Before that, he had been happy. He had his brother. And after being separated and reunited, their bonds were tighter than before, no matter how much people doubted it. Matt could stick up for himself during meetings if he would only speak, and he didn't need Alfred to back him up. They didn't show off their relationship; they enjoyed it when they watched hockey, went for a drink or went to a football game.
He had fucked up.
The most Alfred could hope for was to pull him aside during the next meeting. Then he could apologize and end this charade before it went way too far and fell beyond repair. He looked over at the calender. Nine more days. Nine more days before he would see him.
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The length of each chapter varies because of the time and other variables like that. It works out in my head, promise. And I think this fill is going to be a lot darker than OP wanted, but victims aren't found in a day, I suppose.
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