(Adopted from @Art_n_Gaming_Wonderland)
guys, this is my very first Hetalia fanfic, so please try to be nice and give advice & criticism if you want (rude or mean words will be ignored). I will give a warning, this fanfic will have depressive themes such as, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, suicide, verbal/physical abuse, threats of verbal/physical abuse, and eating disorders. If you are at all sensitive to these topics then I employ you to please not read this fanfic, if you don't like it then DO NOT read it. Also, there might be a little oocness in this fanfic. I also DO NOT own any of these characters, they belong to Hidekaz Himaruya.
~Alfred's POV~
I wake up with the sheets tangled around my legs, the light filtering through the crack of the curtains. The bright beams of light burning my dull blue eyes, my alarm on my bedside table screeching unholy to wake up and start this miserable day. I cover my eyes with one arm from the stinging sun, sighing heavily I say to no one,
"Maybe I can skip this World Meeting today. " I debate this in head my head for a bit, finally deciding to attend.
I groan as I get out bed, trying to blink away the blurry world from my vision. I snatch Texas, my glasses, from the same nightstand my demented alarm clock is, the world finally becomes clear to me, and I glance at the clock that reads 9:30 AM. I chew my lip from worry when I see it, the meeting starts at 10 sharp, so I only have 57 minutes to get there or I'll be late.
"Ugh, there is no way to skip this without the other nations asking questions. I don't want them bothering me with their suspicions."
When I stretch my achy limps next to my messy bed, I feel the burn of my cuts on my arms and thighs, scratching at them with a grimace. I get ready in the cold, blindly white bathroom, brushing the acid taste out of my mouth while very lightly brushing out my brittle, now pale straw-colored hair so no more strands fall out. I emptily stare at the spider web of cracks on the mirror, remembering the day I broke down from the verbal abuse and punched it.
The feeling of blood pouring from my shredded knuckles and into my shaking fists still fresh in my mind, so broken from it all and the regrets that I stopped caring. I just...stopped caring. In fact...I'm starting to believe those words, I do deserve the pain I am inflicting on myself. I wish.... I wish I could just stay in my peaceful dreams forever and let all this melt away.
I finished in the bathroom, getting dressed in my usual clothes with a few minutes left to show up to the meeting. Unluckily this meeting is in Washington, D.C, I know they will take every chance to make fun of me and President Cheeto. I better stop at Micky's D so the others will think everything is normal. I drive through the drive-through and got something small with no drink, I'm not going to eat it so I might as well not be too wasteful. At least this is something I could do right.
When I get there, I stand at the double doors that will lead me into the meeting room. I try to compose myself before I go in. Hero's don't cry, they are strong. Heroes are invincible, nothing gets to them; this maybe be harder than I thought. I finally build up enough nerve to go through those dreaded doors, I slam them open and laughing obnoxiously loud.
"Hahahaha! The hero has arrived!", I spit out, trying not to vomit at those poisonous words.
"About bloody time America! Now shut up and sit down for once, nobody wants to hear your annoying voice, you twat." England, of course.
My so called 'parents' even joined the 'Abuse Alfred Bandwagon'. I try not to show him how much that sentence hurt me, giving England my Hollywood smile,
"Whatever dude! You're just jealous of the hero." I hear Germany sigh, probably shaking his head behind me,
"Just sit down, America." I sit down next to my brother Canada, at least he keeps quiet.
I endure the jeers of my peers, trying to ignore their smirks and evil grins. The meeting went on like this until Italy starts to ramble to Germany about pasta and England & France argued about nothing, like always. Fantastic, maybe I won't present and this meeting won't be completely useless.
"Everyone quiet!", Germany finally yelled, the other nations settling down.
"America will present first today, please come up." Oh god no, pleeease no. As I slowly walk up to the podium I hear a country whisper something to the country next to him/her,
"Why even bother? That fat ass is just going to waste our precious time anyway." I bit my lip, starting my presentation,
"So today's topic is Global Warming. So, I was thinking-", England interrupts me,
"You thinking? Ha! Why don't you just shut up and sit down, you idiot." I clear my throat,
"As I was saying, I think we should send a satellite to space to circle the Earth and monitor-" This time Russia interrupts me,
"That could be a waste of money and time, Америка. We all don't need more garbage polluting space." I feel my fake smile twitch, just a little,
"Well if you don't like that I could-" I feel a hand on my shoulder, sighing Germany tells me, "Go sit down, Amerika." I slump my shoulders, not in defeat, but in relief of not being in the brunt of their ridicule. The meeting continues as normal, well, as normal as it can be with the other nations snickering and whispering insults behind my back. I finally relax when Germany ends the meeting early. I gathered my things and just as I was about to leave Finland walks up to me with his brows furrowed in worry,
"Hei, Amerikka." Damn, I was so close.
"Ah, hey Finland? How are the other Nordics doing?", I greet him. Finland smiles at me,
"They are all doing well. Sweden is, of course, still calling me his wife. Sealand and Iceland is growing still, while Norway is still trying to make him say big brother. Denmark wouldn't mind one of the Awesome Trio over for drinks. Anyway...." Oh, he got serious fast. "How are you?" I scratch he back of my neck,
"Why do you ask?" Finland frowns.
"They were pretty harsh with you." I chuckle, hoping it doesn't sound forced,
"That? They were just kidding around, didn't mean anything by it. Hahaha...." Finland gave me doubtful look, putting a hand on my shoulder which made me tense,
"You can come visit us anytime, I'm sure we'd love a chat over hot coco." I smile truly,
"I would like that." We talk for a bit more until we say our good byes, I wave goodbye to the front desk clerk and stand in the rain, liking the feel the cold rain numbing my skin. Days like this are the best, I can forget my pain for a bit. After a few minutes I decide to walk home so I can enjoy the rain, setting my keys on the counter when I get home and heading to my room.
Flopping on my bed. I curl up on top of the bed, still shivering and dripping wet. Not caring if it gets wet, I close my tired eyes with a deep sigh. I was happy once; carefree playing with my real family and woodland friends, those times I didn't feel any pain. I should've just hid, maybe...maybe things would be different. Maybe I would've stayed happy instead of feeling miserable and in pain from abuse. I know now everything is my fault, but I wonder how long I will have until the weight of the world shatters me to dust.
I wonder indeed...now if you want to see more, stick around and maybe read my other stories, criticism and comments are great too.
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The Tragic Tale of A Certain 'Hero' Type
FanfictionWARNING ⚠️ - This fanfic will have depressive themes such as, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, suicide, verbal/physical abuse, threats of verbal/physical abuse, and eating disorders. If you are at all sensitive to these topics then I employ you to plea...
