Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I never did and never will. I do not own the characters, I never did and never will.

Author's Note: This story was inspired by a fic I read, it was wonderful and more often than not, my siblings would hear me screaming from excitement from all over the house. I think the title of the fic is 'Of Two Minds'. The pairings are Spamano and Gerita. I suggest you read it, it is very touching and well written.

I hope you'll enjoy the fic and review. Forgive any grammatical and/or spelling error and feel free to tell me about it. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. I will also shift between using their human names and their country names so I apologize in advance for any possible future confusions.

ANOTHER

Chapter 1: Another

Arthur's POV

I never wanted a life like this. I sit on my arse waiting until I'm shoved out and then, without me knowing, shoved back in. I don't know how long I can take this tiring, never-ending cycle before I break. I never wanted to live with this curse. I only wanted to know if he loved me. If I had only known that this would be the consequence... I never would have tried. I would have welcomed a life not knowing if he loved me or not.

It's amazing. I never thought his stupidity and obliviousness could reach this height. Everyone has noticed, EVERYONE! The frog has noticed, even that creepy arse Russia did, Germany noticed a week after it happened. The nations I don't frequently talk with even the nations that I barely spare a glance noticed! Egypt, Greece, Turkey, Finland, Sweden, Cuba and guess what?

Feliciano bloody Vargas noticed. Yes. Sweet, cute, naive, gullible, cowardly, scatterbrained, little Feliciano fucking Vargas noticed. I always thought that HE at least had half a mind more than Italy but NO! He never noticed a thing!

He's still the same, gluttonous, loudmouthed, harebrained idiot! He never notices it when I change. Actually, I have a pretty good feeling he likes me better when I change. The way he smiles, he never smiles at me like that before. Sure, he smiles most of the time and makes it his bloody career to harass and annoy me at every chance he gets but... he seems so much happier now.

Sometimes I think it's better for him if he didn't meet me. He wouldn't have to complain about the food so much, he could have someone better to rely on. Someone that cares for him better. Someone like France maybe? He could be with his brother, he could have better food and he would have someone that's always there for him.

Sometimes I think it's better for him if I didn't love him. He thinks it's the 'hero's responsibility' to protect the weak and make the unloved feel loved. Maybe if he didn't meet me, if I didn't love him, he wouldn't have to burden himself. He didn't have to pretend to love me. He didn't have to tie himself up in chains. He didn't have to lie to himself. He didn't have to try to love me.

Maybe it's better if I didn't love Alfred.

Neutral POV

Arthur sat on his chair at the left side of the long, long table. He sipped a freshly brewed cup of tea as he waited restlessly. To anyone, the scene of Arthur sipping a cup of Earl Grey tea and not spewing curses and profanities at them was calm and serene. To Arthur, it was a turmoil and it took everything it had in him not to grimace and scream.

He was alone in the room. He was the earliest to arrive to the World Conference meeting and no one, not even his fairy friends were there with him. He could scream all he wants but he didn't dare to. He didn't know when Germany, who was almost always the second person to come inside, would come and go through the sturdy mahogany doors. He didn't know what would happen or how he would act if Germany did come through. 'Oh, good morning Ludwig. Please don't mind me and carry on with whatever you're going to do. I wasn't screaming because I think I'm going insane with what's happening to me.'

Normally Arthur would worship the small time of silence he gets. But nothing was normal now. Arthur never really thought about having Flying Mint Bunny, unicorn or his fairy friends coming to the meetings since 'that' incident six months ago but now he begged them to come. Even Francis' advances would not be such a bad idea now. Even if China were to have one of his boisterous festivals or lion dances, Arthur swore he would relish the noise and festivities. Even if Italy were to sit beside him and rattle on and on about all the pastas in existence, Arthur would have hugged him and made him talk until his voice box was sore. Arthur would give anything to have some company.

'Are you sure you should be thinking that?' A voice cooed. It was sickly sweet and Arthur wanted to gag from hearing the sound in his mind. 'I don't care what you have to say Oliver.' Arthur snapped mentally.

No one would have guessed what Arthur's problem was. Sure, they guessed that something was wrong but they would never guess that there were two people inside Arthur Kirkland's body. Arthur did too good a job at hiding it. 'You say that now. But wait until my Alfie gets here!'

Arthur tried to ignore the words that broke his heart at every syllable and opted to continue with his tea. To his dismay he found it empty and he could hear Oliver cackle inside his head. Arthur was forced to respond. 'He's not yours.'

Arthur heard the door open and heavy footsteps come closer. Germany must have come in. Arthur had to take even greater care that his secret not be discovered. They would surely think him crazy if he so much as tried to explain his situation. Oliver cackled again in that sickly sweet voice that made Arthur want to puke. It was taunting yet cheery. It was creepy yet merry. It was light yet ominous. It was daunting, it pulled at his heart and urged it to break into more and more pieces until nothing was left every time Oliver spoke with the voice that Arthur hated so much. If Russia were to sit in a room with him and snap, Arthur was positive he wouldn't even bat an eye. Russia was nothing compared to this... this thing inside Arthur.

A few seconds passed then moments then minutes. Germany didn't say anything. 'Odd, Ludwig should have greeted me by now.' At the thought, Oliver laughed again. The laugh that Arthur oh so despised. Arthur did his best not to look at the person that just entered. What if it was America? Arthur would be at a loss for words. Not that Alfred would notice anything but Arthur would still sit there like a duck waiting for its eggs to hatch. In Arthur's case, he was waiting for Oliver to come out and take his place.

After a few more moments that seemed like an eternity of suffering with each passing second, Arthur broke. His curiosity took over and Arthur painfully tore his eyes from the desk that he didn't know he eyes were glaring at the moment his tea ran out. Germany was nowhere in the room. In his place was a very visibly freaked out Francis. His eyes still held the same animosity that Arthur was used to but held something else that Arthur couldn't quite point out. He was relieved it wasn't America (not that he would come in early) yet confused it was Francis. Francis arrived around the same time that the other nations file in. To see him twenty minutes early was a rare sight.

Francis flinched when Arthur glared at him but Arthur didn't seem to notice. Francis breathed a sigh of relief and opened his mouth to speak when the door suddenly burst and nations came flooding into the room. Francis shut his mouth as the room was filled with nations and noise overwhelmed the thick silence that Arthur so desperately wished to disappear. Arthur unconsciously took his gaze off of France who had a weird expression that Arthur never saw before. As each of the nations sat down, Arthur finally resumed his gaze at Francis. The trace of that something that Arthur saw earlier was completely gone. 'I must have been imagining things.'

'Or you could be going crazy!' Oliver supplied blissfully yet the voice echoed in Arthur's head as if it was empty. Germany was late which was odd. Arthur shook it off, he had seen plenty of odd things and Germany being late was not that unnerving. It was unusual sure, but it was nothing that Arthur needed to be alarmed of. "Aiyah, Alfred is late again aru!" China piped up. The room that was already full of life got even livelier. Arthur didn't join in any of the conversations that were arising. He didn't speak and stayed rooted to his chair. Sitting straight and his eyes gazing fearfully at the drywall by Francis' head.

Arthur froze and slowly looked at the clock in the far corner of the room. Five minutes after one. Oliver's laughter grew louder and louder until Arthur could feel it. Arthur could feel the laughter going down his spine. He could feel Oliver's cold breath at his cheek. 'Oh goody, time for me!' Oliver laughed merrily yet again. Arthur flinched which thankfully went unnoticed by the other nations. Arthur clenched his eyes shut and prepared to bear the pain he knew would come. As he expected, a searing pain wen though his body. Arthur breathed deeply and tried not to cause a commotion. The other's didn't seem to see him which was good, no one would suspect a thing. He had gone through this pain before, twice a day, five minutes after one. He went through it numerous times. Each time making it harder for him not to get noticed by anyone. Each time the pain got more and more unbearable.

Arthur wasn't sure until how long he could keep this secret. Until how long until everyone thought he was going mad. He felt his vision getting cloudy and his consciousness slipping away. The last thing he saw was the last thing he wanted to see before his entire vision went black. He saw Alfred F. Jones slash the United States of America. The person he loved and the person he feared that didn't love him. The person that drove Arthur to this curse.

Author's Note: So how was it? Was it good? Was it bad? Does it need improvement? Does it have any errors? Anything that confuses you?

I had a hell lot of trouble doing this but I also had a lot of fun. Trying to get Oliver's character right was a major effing pain in the bloody arse. I also had a lot of trouble getting the 'curse' to work right, making its limitations, the conditions everything. And even though France's screen time is microscopic to almost non-existant, I wanted to travel to the anime world and choke him several times. Working with France's character is as easy as cooking.

Still I enjoyed doing this story though I had migraine and wanted to tear all my hair out of my head. I know some of the parts in the story are redundant and I practically worshiped google for providing me synonyms for 'happy'. I just didn't know what else was I going to put to describe Oliver's laugh.

The next chapter will shed some light on Oliver and Alfred's relationship and hopefully, I'll get it done on the 17th. I'm still at wits end on how to end the curse and how to properly begin it. Maybe a flashback in one of the future chapters? Any and all suggestions would be welcome.

-Ripper26