I'm sorry...~America

Crying

(Ya'll we're about to hit 20k on this book so I feel like it would be a waste to just delete it so I guess I try to continue it, sorry I'm a difficult bitch 🥲🤪 I just want people to love ma zombie bois
Okay I'm done in with the story and thank you for 19k reads)

~Tino's POV~
"Maybe you boys should clean yourselves up...and while your at it why don't you stay the night?" Alfred cleaned his glasses and shook his head "I can't-" "why not?" Matthew cut him off almost immediately. Alfred scratched his head "well I have work to do...and my dog-" "I'll just bring him here" I smiled and gave him a thumbs up to try and ease him. "Thank you Tino but really-" I gave him a scornful look "your staying end of story, you two may feel better then before but it doesn't mean we've fixed everything" Alfred frowned and looked away, he knows I'm right. Those two would like to believe it's all over and done with but I know there are more layers to tear away before those boys can really go back to themselves.

~Alfred's POV~

I really don't want to stay here, I'm embarrassed enough as it is and I just want to be alone so I can cry it all and let myself relax a little. But I guess it couldn't hurt to spend one night with my brother and old friend...besides I would like to keep an eye on Mattie...I know I'm not 100% myself yet so surly he can't be either. I felt a hand touch mine and i turned to look at it; Mattie was smiling at me, "how about a compromise
We can all stay at your place, that way your a bit more comfortable" God damn it I can't say no to him. I pouted and mumbled "you always get your way" "damn right I do" Matt let go of my hand and stood up. "I'm gonna clean up" Matthew excused himself and left the room. That just left me and Tino alone together.

~Matthew's POV~

I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath pushing my glasses back up. That was much more dramatic then I would have liked it to be but I'm glad Alfred and I are talking now....I can't lie though I'm still a bit bitter about him not coming to me but I'm trying to ignore since Alfred's always been kinda dumb. I say "kinda" very loosely. But I do love him and I'm glad we're at least closer to fixing things. But what else is there to fix?? We talked about what was causing all of this right? Then why do I feel like there's more...surly there has to be. I kept thinking about different possibilities as I made my way to the bathroom to wash my face. I came across the cute baby blue painted door with one of those "the kings throne" signs on it, how cheesy. I opened the door and closed it behind me and looked at myself in the mirror, Jesus Christ I look like shit. I took my glasses off and set them aside before leaning over to wash my face. I wiped the water out of my eyes before reaching for a towel but I just couldn't seem to grasp it so I reached for my glasses instead but I was met with a sharp stinging pain in my hand. I flinched "ouch..." I felt around carefully and put my glasses back on, there was a now bloodied razor on the sink and my palm was dripping with blood. I stared at the cut for a minute and something just seemed to strike me for a minute "did Alfred ever say anything about cutting?....I'm almost positive he said he tried it..but does he still..." I shook my head and rinsed my hand under the sink before putting a bandaid over it.

~Alfred's POV~

There was a long awkward silence between Tino and I...I wanted to break the ice but he looked like he had something he wanted to say.
"Alfred..."
"Yeah?"
"I think you should go to therapy...you and matthew"
"But we resolved our issue-"
"Maybe but...it could really help with your depression and his anxiety...it could help you two bond more too"
I frowned and looked away scowling at the carpet "therapy doesn't work" Tino frowned and sat next to me and rolled up his sleeves. I looked over at him and he held his arms out to me, there were scars all over his arms from cutting. I won't lie I was surprised, how could someone like Finland...hurt himself? "I cut myself, I was depressed and I wanted to die, just like you, but Sweden talked me into seeing a therapist and it worked. So don't tell me it's a scam Alfred" Tino rolled his sleeves back down over his arms and folded his hands. "Just try it okay? I know it would at least give Matthew some relief" I sighed and gave him a tiny nod "yeah...okay I'll go"