I Just Need Some Time Alone (Rewrite) (completed)

chapter 3

The morning had finally arrived for Alfred, at 6 o'clock he had woken up. Having had only slept a little more then yesterday. A yawn made its way out, as he got out of bed and made way to the bathroom. Following a semi-regular routine, that was short yet exhausting. Begining with his teeth, making sure to brush them carefully to avoid his aching gums. Then came washing his face a task that was tiring, although the warm water calmed his sleepy brain and puffy cheeks. Once finished his toiletries were set aside to be packed for later.

Heading down stairs to get whatever else needed to be packed up. Walking into the kitchen, the second most taunting room in his home, and immediately feeling temptation. Not that the feeling was unusual, but he had self control, so shaking it off wasn't hard. The whiteboard having all regiments and schedules scribbled on it, a saving grace to his forgetful mind. Looking it over; hazingly trying to figure out what today was... Wednesday, which to most meant nothing, but to him meant it's a liquid fasting day. Stretching a little and hearing a satisfying pop from his back, letting out a relieved sigh as the tension between his shoulders settled slightly. Now for coffee ,his everyday appetite surpressent, the filter needed to be filled, so while getting the water, he filled a cup for himself as well. He set down the cup and got out his vitamins and notebook, only one of which he would be taking with him. The notebook that he charted all progress down on would be needed, although he knew the vitamins were important, he could go a few days without them. Finally pouring himself some coffee, into his now empty cup, before picking up the notebook and leaving the kitchen.

Grabbing some clothes out of the closet, a soft, red sweater and a well worn pair of blue jeans, aswell as socks and underwear. Trowing them on his bed before going off to the bathroom. Closing the door tearing off his dirty clothes, tossing them into the hamper. The towel ,on the rack next to the shower, was already damp from prior use, but it was the only cleanish one so it would have to do. The water was then turned on, while waiting for it to warm up, he gave his reflection a hard, brief stare before stepping into the. Letting the hot water consume him, engulfing his skin and burning it red, in only a few moments. Grabbing his body wash and began to scrub at his skin, not stoping until it was raw and irritated. While the soap was being rinsed, he began washing his hair, massaging and scratching at his scalp while doing so. After the final rinse off he grabbed the towel, drying his hair and face before wrapping the towel around his waist. Returning to his bedroom, were he dried off completely before messily getting dressed. He looked at his phone realizing the time, so quickly snatching his duffel and rushing downstairs- where he promptly went to the door and pulled on shoes, with that out of the way he left the house, locking the door behind him. Quickly he got into the car and drove off to the airport.

The drive took around 3 hours, counting the stop for gas and bathroom breaks. Arriving 5 hours early, in hopes he could get through customs quickly. Now was time to play the waiting game, sitting down waiting for his flight to be called, messing around on his phone in the mean time. It seemed like forever before he heard that the flight was now boarding. With a very crowded and out of order fashion he finally managed to get settled in his seat. Looking around- he noticed there weren't many people which brought alot relief. Staring out the window, as the plan started taking off and knowing this was going to be a long flight... By the time he had arrived at the hotel fatigue had begun weighting him down, deciding that sleep would help clear his fogging brain, so he got his things unpacked and put away. After, he undressed himself and slammed down on the bed, somehow managing to fall asleep rather quickly.

Abruptly waking up in a cold sweat, he looked at the time, it was 12 in the afternoon. Instantly getting up from the bed, he dashed to the bathroom. taking a quick shower, brushing his teeth, and washing his face, taking about a half-hour. He then dressed in his casualish office-wear, a button up and black dress pants. Quickly taking his vitamins and getting his notebook looking it over, today was another low restrict day, but atleast it wasn't a fasting day. Shoving the book into his briefcase and left the room. He was anxious the entire drive, but the worry didn't stop him to the meeting 20 minutes before it started. He walked in sitting down at his assigned seat, next to him sat England and on the other side of him sat Canada. Neither of which he had a good relationship with right now - which he knew was partially his fault. Sooner then he would have liked the meeting started, beginning with Germany yelling to them about time limits on their presentation. That was something alfred had admired about him, always getting straight to business.

The meeting went by normally, meaning that it turned to chaos. Everyone was screaming at each other, talking over one another, and Germany trying to get every one in order. Nobody listened to him, so alfred decided to get involved, standing up and trying to get people's attention, by doing so he hoped could help quiet them down. This caused at few insults to get thrown his way, such as calling him an attention seeking pig. Although it hurt him, He reminded himself that he was doing this to help, he was doing this for them. He let out a rambunctious laugh, drawing in more and more attention. At this point in time everyone's attention was on him or the people trying to shut him up. England then began yelling at him, something that he always seemed to do these days. Telling him to stop being childish and that this isn't about him, that if he couldn't stop being an attention seeking brat then he should leave. That hurt and against his better judgment he started yelling back... he and England had then started yelling at each other, escalating into a rather cruel argument.

Arth- England then yelled out, although what he shouted weren't the most hurtful things anyone had said to him, hearing the pure malice and anger from his former guardian truly brought down his self-esteem. Each word about how much of a disappointment he was, how fat and arrogant he was, that he was childish and lazy. That he couldn't do anything right and how that made him a pathetic excuse of a nation. The former parental figure didn't want to even be breathing the same oxygen as him. Everything that was said to him hurt, but deep down alfred knew it was true. The breaking point for home though, was Arthur saying that he whished he had never found alfred.

Alfred stood stunned, feeling his heart ache and tears prickling his eyes, threatening to spill. He stared, with heartbroken and puffy eyes, at Arthur who's face was red with anger and from yelling. A shaky breath left his gaped mouth, His chest and eyes started to hurt worse, from trying not to let himself cry, but his attempt was futile, as the forming tears began to fall down his face leaving behind wet tracks on his cheeks. Then out came an ugly sob, heart-shattering cries following. His arms moved up to cradle around himself, his body shaking and twitching.

Arthur stepped back in shock, as everyone around them stared to stunned to speak. Alfred, himself was shocked but couldn't stop the tears nor control the shaking. He didn't want them seeing him like this, weak and vulnerable. Quickly he grabbed his briefcase and darted out of the room, running all the way to his hotel room, where he let himself finally break down.