Hi! ^^ So, I posted this on DA two days ago, and forgot to publish it here as well… ahahaha sorry :) But here it is! (Hopefully I'll get as good a response here as I did on DA ;)

Monster

Chapter 1

I couldn't be near him. He would see, and then everything would be ruined. I couldn't do that to him.

Alfred F. Jones was many things to me. He was my love, and my friend. He was even my little brother once. Never once in the time he's known me has he seen what I am. Never once have I let him see what I can do. He knows me as England. I know myself as a Monster.

I remember when I was alone when I was just a child; a newly forming nation. I couldn't do anything that the others could, and I felt weak. I needed strength. I needed power. I sat in the night, looking at the sky and rain pattered against me. Yes, even the rain was able to overwhelm me. I couldn't fight back. I couldn't save myself.

The ground trembled, and the trees swayed as a beast made it's way from the earth. Long, pointed talons ripped through the weak soil, and ever so slowly, a devil surfaced from the furthest points of Hell.

He looked at me, grinning with his yellowing, sharp teeth. Red glowing eyes gripped my soul far too tightly. By then, it was already too late.

"Hello." He greeted formally; His speak tainted my a hoarse scratchiness. I nodded in greeting, trying not to show my fear, however obvious it was. "I've heard your pleading, young nation. You yearn for power and strength. Those are things that I can give to you. I can give you power that none have ever seen, and I only ask of one thing." I looked up at him, confused.

"What is it that you wish for, Monster?"

He grinned at me. He held out his hand, and I gently placed mine in it. He smiled.

"Your humanity." I became confused. I was a nation, not a human. I didn't have that to give. I was about to protest when I felt a pull from my heart, and I gasped, going limp as he held me up by my small, feeble hand. I felt something being taken from me. I felt my skin burn, and something rip from my head. I looked down, and black swirls began to form all over my body, feeling as though fire was making the marks itself. My spine burst from the bottom of my back, and a long spaded tail swung behind me. Horns protruded from my head.

He released me, and I fell to the ground, panting. He smiled, holding something green and glowing in his hand. It looked orb-like… It was my humanity.

"Thank you for your business." He said before crawling back into the hole. I watched the ground stitch itself back together before shutting completely.

Over the years I perfected the magic the Devil had given me, and I got stronger mentally. I grew faster, and gained intelligence. I became an empire, and I took over many countries and lands… it was America, however, that overpowered me. He pulled from my empire, and defeated me in war. After that, I began to crumble.

Now here I stand, in my room at the hotel the meeting was held at today. The spell I had cast over myself was wearing thin, and my demon... my true appearance was appearing yet again. It felt as though a sheet was being pulled from over me, and I was being exposed to everything around me.

I didn't notice the door open.

I didn't notice Alfred opening his mouth to speak.

I didn't notice his eyes open wide as my true form was revealed.

I did, however, hear his scream.

He fell back, and scooted against the closed door, and I turned, looking at him in horror. He was pure white with fear. I didn't know what to do; What to think. All I saw were wide blue eyes looking at me in that horrible way. Then again, I was a horrible thing.

I was a monster.

"Arthur?..." he whispered, I seemed to be shocked out of my stupor, and I ran to the closet beside me. I closed and locked the door, and I backed away from it, falling down. I curled into myself, feeling tears gather in my eyes. A sob made it's way from my throat.

He had seen me.

He was afraid.

I was afraid

I heard footsteps make their was towards the door, and I held myself tighter.

"Arthur?..."

I didn't respond.

"Arthur, is that you?"

I couldn't say anything.

"Let me in… Please."

I was so scared.

There was silence in the air for a few moments before the door was torn from it's hinges by America's brute strength. I clutched my knees to my chest, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Arthur, please look at me." I shook my head, another sob betraying me.

He touched one of my horns, and I jumped, looking up. He saw my tear-streaked face and sighed.

"It is you. I thought so." I looked away, gripping at the material of my pants. It was over. He was going to either try to kill me, or never talk to me again. My beloved Alfred was going to hate me; More so than he already did.

There was more silence… Then-

"It's okay." He said, pulling me to his chest. I stared strait ahead of me into his shirt for a moment as I tried to understand what just happened.

It's okay

He didn't care…

I hugged him back, crying for the first time in over two centuries, since the very man I clung to broke my heart.

And suddenly; I wasn't afraid.

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