I love reading stories like this, but only when the main character realizes he has the right to be angry... to fight back.. to HATE ALL OF THEM!!! I despise the fact he's torn between "love" and hate. Never once has the other guy shown TRUE REMORSE for what he did. FUCK
I was about to hate this just because I'm so emotionally connected to Alfred's character and I hated seeing him in destress and weak (though I'm much fond of bottom America). But then Canada came to the rescue and I literally started crying. Such a manly man I am...
Not much else to say ╮( ̄▽ ̄)╭