The Night Before MorningWarning: Mild Swearing.Also, before you read this at all, and I mean all, read this: http://thelosthype.deviantart.com/art/APH-Morning-Pick-Me-Up-pg1-382084498......... This is blocking so in the preview you don't get to the plot spoiler of TheLostHype's story in case you were an idiot and didn't read the comic first like I told you to............Three hours until sunrise, the door to America's home opened and the nation stumbled inside, holding his head, his vision spinning.South looks over at him as he enters, her usual scowl upon her face that comes whenever he goes out drinking and doesn't come back all night. "Alfred, where have you-?!" She stops, sensing something was very wrong. "A- Alfie...?"America shudders, looking up at her with blood red eyes, a streak of blood running down his mouth, from which South could see fangs when he spoke. "Caitlyn... run... please..."She takes a step back, clutching her cross necklace. "A- Alfie..."He shudders agai
AloneArthur shivered. He turned over onto his other side, pulled the blankets over his shoulder, and tried again to fall asleep. He gave it five minutes and sat up, sighing.Three hours of trying to get comfortable certainly tried his patience.The Brit closed his eyes, leaning against the headboard to think. Why couldn't he sleep...? Was there something bothering him? Was there something he wanted? Needed?Well, yes, he told himself, opening his eyes and staring at the opposite wall. That moron is the answer to all four questions.He wanted to speak to him. See him.Well, there was only one way to accomplish that.Arthur reached over to the bedtable and picked up his mobile. A few buttons were pressed and a text message was sent.Because, Arthur mused, he didn't want to wake Francis with a loud ringtone. It was rude enough as it is to text him out of the blue in the middle of the night. Calling would be worse.*-*-*-*Beep beep."Mm?" A sleepy groan answered the noise,
"Provinces?""WEST!""What?""I need help!""With what, Gilbert? I'm busy.""Love.""You already know how to make love.""Not making love, just love!""Why are you asking me?""You're the first of the two of us to love a dude!""WAS?! You have no evidence on the matter!""Stop making this about you. I think I like a guy!""So, what's the problem?""It's Canada!""Who?""Aw, forget it!""Nein, tell me the problem.""Well, he has provinces!""Provinces?""Yeah! You see my problem?""Nein.""Provinces are like having kids!""I see. You can't be a family man.""Well it might have been fine if he had two or three, but he has thirteen!""I don't think they'd think of you as a parent anyway. They might not even think of him as a parent. You're overreacting.""Overreacting?! Does Italy have thirteen kids?!""I do not love Italy!""You do, too.""I do not!""Ja, you do.""Nein.""Ja.""Nein! And even if I did, it has nothing to do with the subject at hand!""