Insane!America x Fallen Angel!Reader -part 2

   "Alfred, are you listening?"

     No, Alfred was not listening. Not to Arthur, at least. He didn't even hear the snappily asked question from his older brother, he couldn't hear even if he wanted to. Other voices were drowning his brother's voice out of range. It was like a walkie-talkie. Alfred could turn on the 'talk' button and listen to Arthur, or he could leave it off and listen to the whispers in the static.

     Arthur sighed, gazing in concern at his younger brother who kept his eyes steadily on the wall past him. Alfred lazily rested his head in one hand, absentmindedly doodling on the white sheet of paper in front of him on the desk with his other hand.

    "Alfred, please come back down to earth." Arthur muttered mainly to himself, knowing that nothing he could say would bring him back. He took a thick science text book, straining to lift it with his under-used muscles. With a light grunt, he lifted it above his head, and just let it go.

    The book met the ground in a very loud 'thump' sound. Alfred jolted to life, his blue eyes wide and now attentive to Arthur. "What were you saying?"

    Arthur glared and leaned down to pick up the book, "I asked 'when was the last time you took your pills?'" He said, managing to lift the book and set it back onto the large desk he used as a catch-all frequently. Old papers from months ago were stacked on there, along with new papers that constantly mixed with the old papers annoyingly.

     "Oh," Alfred frowned childishly, deciding to lie and not bother getting into another straining fight with his older brother, "yesterday, like always." Not like always; the last time Alfred took his pills was two weeks ago. He hated the pills. They were too big to swallow and he always forgot about them anyway.

     "Loser! You're worthless! So stupid!"

    It was a woman's voice this time, she sounded close, like if she was sitting right beside him. Her tone was bitter and accusing with a strong resemblence to his mother's softer voice that he remembered from his past. His heart clenched painfully, his mother was telling him that he was stupid and worthless...

   The voices told him that the pills were slowly taking control of his mind. The voices said that Arthur and the Doctor man just wanted to use him like a puppet so they could have a slave. Alfred didn't want to be a slave, so he didn't take the pills.

   Arthur gave him an accusing look that seemed to pierce right though the lie. Alfred hated that look. It made him feel like Arthur was reading his every thought.

    The younger man ran his hands through his hair, not bearing to look at Arthur. "Stop talking to me!" He whimpered, not directing the comment to his brother but to the bitter stinging plethora of insults that bounced around in his mind.

    "I can't talk to you now? I'm worried about you, Alfred!" The older man snapped, his British accent increasing the bitterness and stern tone in his words. Arthur spent time in Britian, acquiring an accent different from his younger brother's. Alfred found that Arthur's accent made him sound more arrogant and mean.

   The American sighed and unclenched the fistful of golden hair he took in his stress. "I'm fine, dude." He looked up, smiling suddenly, an easy going smile that would convince anyone that he is, indeed, fine and not ill at all. "Really, you don't need to worry about me."

     "He isn't worried. He just wants you to get better soon so he can go live his life the way he wants to. But you'll never get better..."

    This happened quite often. Alfred would break down for a minute or so, then be back to his laughing and energetic self. Some found this quite startling, but Arthur was completely used to it. He should be after 11 years of taking care of his younger sibling with no help at all.

   "Okay..." The British man said warily, "would you like to go see a movie tonight? I thought you might like The Avengers."

    "Don't leave the house."

   Alfred stood from his desk, picking up the doodled on paper and examinging it with a small smile. "Nah, I've already seen it."

   "But you haven't left the house in three weeks..." Arthur said in a confused tone, leaning on his own desk that resembled the kind a teacher would have in a normal classroom. He homeschools Alfred, teaching him everything he needs to know, and just a little bit more.

    "I watched it on the computer." the younger brother stated, now crumpling up the paper and tossing it into a nearby trashcan, the wad of parchment perfectly falling inside on target. "I'm gonna go play video games, kay?" He walked out of the makeshift classroom, whistling a merry tune.

    Arthur waited for his brother's footsteps to fade down the hall before springing into action. He practically lunged at the wastebasket in his hurry to get there. On the top of all the other papers and various candy wrappers was the crumpled up doodle.

     He took it and laid it against the wall, smoothing out the crinkles until there were only a few creases left. On the paper itself, was the doodle of an anime chibi girl. Alfred's never been the best artist, but anyone could see that he attempted to draw a chibi angel. Her wings fluttered out behind her nicely, a long dress flowing around her ankles, a serene smile on her face.

     With a sigh, Arthur let the paper drop back into the basket. There was nothing to be worried about by just a silly little drawing. He needed to stop being so paranoid with concern. If Alfred keeps taking the pills, he'll be fine in no time.










     You sat in the corner of the room, pouting childishly at the whole stupidity of the situation. Your legs were stiff, and the hard seat numbed your bum to new levels. You were not comfortable in the least.

      "I say we kick her out! She's been a wart on our society for too long!" An old friend turned enemy yelled, spittle flying attractively from her mouth as she yelled in bitter tones.

    Ignoring the fact that you'd just been called a wart, you stayed silent and listening. "Second chances! Haven't you ever heard of second chances?" One man asked with pleading eyes and hands that clasped together at his chest. You barely knew him, but he was begging for you. It was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for you in a very long time.

   "She is not a proper angel!" Your main offender yelled, sending you a glare.

   "Can we please have the definition of a proper angel?" You piped up, silencing every murmur and whisper and outburst. This was the first time you had spoken throughout the whole trial, and it was met with wide eyes and glares.

   "...A proper angel," someone started deliberately, calmly and reassuringly, "is defined as a holy being that does good for everyone else. You had a chance to save two lives, (Name), and you did nothing. You are tainted."

    You put your lips together out of habit and nodded silently. At times it may seem like you don't care, but in reality, you care all too much. You wanted to stay in Heaven where everything is nice and serene and calm. You love it here. It's your home.

    "She is to not stay." The Judge finished, his loud voice ringing out above all others from his spot in the high council chair. He banged his gavel once, and the other angels erupted in talk and gossip of you and what you did.

    Your heart fell, and you stayed silent so as to not let the tears flow. If just one word was uttered by you, you'd be sobbing like a small child without a mother. The need built up inside you chest, twisting your heart painfully into knots and squeazing the happiness out of it. A weight settled on your shoulders, tempting you to run away from the curious glances of what you once called your friends.

    A guard took your arm gently, heaving you up to your feet. You wanted to shrink away from his touch, but it would be of no use. The crowd parted, making a path for the guard to lead you down.

    He kept his eyes straight ahead, and you attempted to do the same. As you walked and tried to not notice the familiar faces around you, a thought of the future entered your mind.

    They were going to rip off your wings.