Alfred crawled on his bleeding, scratched up knees in the dark unknown forest. He was covered in his own blood from head to toe. He had no memory of what happened to him.
The only thing he could remember is a deep voice calling out to him, when he escaped the hell hole he's been in. He looked up and saw somebody in the far distance, who was calling out to him in the chilly fog.
"America~ Oh, America." The other called out to him. "You belong to me, da."
Was this the deep voice he heard earlier that night? Even before he could find out the answer that floated in his head... He fell to the cold ground. Passing out because of the blood lost that were due to his newly cut wounds.