Hetalia Deaths

Alfred F. Jones (America)

Next is America, known as Alfred F. Jones in his human life. He was a normal teenager who suffered with and later died of anorexia nervosa, explaining his great appetite and love of fatty food.
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   Although he tended to not pay much mind to a lot of things in his life, there was one part of his life Alfred payed special attention to; his parents remaining in the dark. If they somehow found out that he had slowly but surely starving himself, god knows what they’d do to him. A therapist every day for months or worse, they might send him to some psych ward in the middle of the country where nutrients would be practically forced down his throat. This left him with only one possibility; they really couldn’t know. 

   At first, it was simple enough for Alfred to hide it. An extra undershirt beneath his clothes and bam! He looked perfectly normal. But now, since he had dropped so much weight, it was far harder to hide it like he used to. Baggy long-sleeved shirts and sweatshirts became a frequent wardrobe choice. He was quite afraid that it wouldn’t be long before someone noticed.

   For the first time in what seemed like months, his parents would both be home tonight, and he couldn’t be around them that long. And, as he’d just discovered, he couldn’t stay in his room. A couple of minute ago, his mother had called out from the kitchen, asking him what he wanted for dinner. Alfred couldn’t eat dinner. Dinner was only water for him now. So was breakfast, lunch, or any other occasion to eat. So, Alfred saw only one way to get out of it.

   He hauled himself off of his bed and threw on more of the loose-fitting clothes he owed his secrecy too, and left his room.

 “Hey, mom?” He peaked his head through the kitchen door. “I forgot that I, uh, said I’d go to Kiku’s house to… play a game with him.”

 “Do you have to go? We’re just about to eat together for the first time in months…” She turned around to face him, holding a dish of what smelled like chicken.

   Oh god… he suddenly felt very hungry. He had to get out of there. “Yeah, but it’s the beta release of a really popular game, and they released like one hundred copies of it or something.”

 “Oh, well that’s a shame. Tell Mrs. Honda I said hello then.” She looked dejected and, for a moment, Alfred felt terribly guilty. But his desperation to get away from food won out over the guilt. “Oh! Won’t you be warm in all of those layers?”

Shit. Okay, think Alfred, think. “Nah, you know how cold Kiku keeps his house. I’ll be fine. And I’ll tell Mrs. Honda hello for you. Bye mom, dad!” He said as he closed the front door behind him.

   Alfred was quite relieved to be out of there, especially after the clothing question was fired at him. Now that he was out, he didn’t really know where to go though. Kiku’s house was out of the question; they were visiting family in Tokyo this week, so they weren’t home. He thought about maybe visiting an old friend of his, Natalia, but then he remembered how much she loved to give hugs, and immediately vetoed the idea. He went through a list of friends in his head, but realized that they were either busy, they liked hugs or they weren’t close enough to him for Alfred to randomly drop by at 8:30 on a Thursday night.

   So he decided to walk downtown. He lived in a small town in Virginia, complete with a fit-for-the-movies main street, homey atmosphere and cheap little shops. He could waste a few hours walking in and out of stores and around the few small blocks. By the time he would be done, his parents would be finished with dinner and probably in bed because they had another early flight out to work tomorrow.

   When he reached the main street, it was decorated with the cheesy American flag decorations and red, blue and white streamers winding their way around lampposts that signified only one thing. The Fourth of July was tomorrow, and there would be a small parade, which for some reason always calls for the worst looking decorations in all of the state, if not in all of the country. But, despite the fact that they oozed cheap, he liked them nonetheless. It was nice to see that people still cared about the country, even though it wasn't in the best state right now.