Hetalia one-shots

You Won't Have To (AmericaxDepresed! Reader)

.i made this for me:) I love Alfie! Art goes to original artist (NOT ME!! I do NOT CLAIM THIS!) I don't own hetalia, though that would be cool I think, and yeah.

Oh! No warnings other then depression!
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You sit in your room looking down at the blade that you just scraped your arm with again. You had countless scars on your thighs, legs, upper arms, and wrists as you covered them up with different articles of clothing. You watched as blood started rising from the small slit on your wrist. You didn't cry anymore when you bled like this. You just simply watched and focussed on that instead of your bickering parents, or snappy people at school messaging you, saying crude and hateful things about you. You had gotten to the point now that you didn't care how much you bled, just as long as you did and hid it. Though, you hated yourself, you still seemed like you enjoyed life to most. You never let anyone know that you had hurt yourself. Numerous amounts of bracelets flood your wrists, covering the scars and scabs you created. No one knew about your bloody secret.

Especially not him.

Not that blond haired, tall, muscular baseball player that always stuck up for you when people bullied you. Not that shaggy haired, loud mouthed jerk that tried to make you smile when your whole world was falling apart. Not the one bright light in your world, other then your religion in God.

He could never know. He was too sweet to deal with that. He was too childish to see that sort of pain. He was too happy.

You quickly covered your bloody wrist as someone bangs loudly at the door. You scramble to cover up the mess you dropped on the floor. Though you had thought about it many times, you never thought you could actually go through with suicide. No matter how bad it was, you could never leave Alfred by himself.

You simply loved him too much.

You opened the door to find the loud American at your door, smiling brightly, flashing his pearly whites at you.

"Yo! Y/N! Come on, the fair is here! Let's go ride some rides together! My treat!" He exclaimed, saying less "like"'s and "dude"'s then he normally did usually. You knew something was up. He did do this all the time, but the tone of his voice was different. They boy never could hide anything.

"Are you okay?" You question softly.

"What?" He laughed nervously. "Of course I'm okay! What would make you ask that?"

"Your nervous demeanor. What's wrong?" You pressed, praying silently that he didn't know about your recent "cat scratch".

"W-well.." He trailed off, zoning onto your bracelets. "Take those off."

"What?" You ask in disbelief at his order.

"Take those bracelets off. Your left wrist," he repeats.

"N-no!" You yelped nervously.

He gently grabbed your right arm and tugged the bracelets up on your left wrist to reveal the other cuts. He looks utterly distraught. His facial expression turns from nonchalant and serious to just pure sorrow.

"Y-Y/n... Why? Why would you-" he tears up, his baby blue eyes not tearing his grip from your puffy, scared, and bloody wrist. A few tears fall down his face and he starts to sob, pulling you close by your waist. He holds you gently but strongly as he cries on your shoulder repeating "you can't!" and "no!" repeatedly.

"A-Alfred," you muse. You lift his chin and look into his bloodshot baby blue orbs. "Don't cry for me. I'm okay, see?"

"Y/n, I'm not that stupid! You're not okay if you're self harming!"

"It was just the-"

"The cat?" He asks, more tears flowing. "Oh come on, y/n! I've used that one before! It doesn't work!"

"Y-you have-"

"Yes!" He exclaims. "I just didn't want to see my little damsel in distress to hurt herself! She's too sweet! She's too talented! She's too amazing!"

"Al-"

"I love you, y/n!" He exclaims holding you still, not letting go, or even loosening his grip on you. "I love you with all my heart! Stop. Please!"

"What do you know about bad parents, huh?" You finally snap. He couldn't possibly understand your pain, right? "What do you know about being pushed around as everyone else watches or just keeps walking, ignoring your pleas for help?"

"Everything," he states quietly. "And I promise you won't have to anymore."