Vincent's POV
"Why are you bothering me?"
"I could ask the same question," he said smartly.
"I don't need to be babysat!" I objected.
He shook his head, "No. You do need to be babysat. Especially when you're in this condition."
I felt like I was being treated lowly. It hurt my pride. Actually, my pride has been continuously bashed at for the whole day. "In what way are you connected with me anyway? How do I know you?"
He snickered. What? He laughed? "Why are you laughing!? What's so funny!?"
"Oh nothing, It's just that, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." He taunted.
I narrowed my eyes. Did I want to know? Yes I fucking did. "Tell me!"
He shook his head, "Sorry, you have to figure it out."
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I was close to murdering this guy. But then again, the way his hair bounced, his rosy cheeks when he was laughing, his grey eyes that showed a kind of innocence that wasn't in me, was all too cute. I couldn't help, but to blush and grow quiet.
"Oh? Vince?" He shook my shoulder, a little concerned, "Did I hurt your feelings?"
"Like hell!" I shouted and got up to run down my hallway into the bathroom. At least I remembered my house. There was something about that guy that made me feel weird. He was the only human that I really interacted with, but I already knew there was something different about him.
.___desufnoc s'eh nehw toh os s'eH___.
Why did I care so much? He's only watching over me. I mean, I can imagine how frusterated he is. Wait a second... I shouldn't be considerate of him! I don't like him! I don't like him one bit!
"Hey Vince, you wanna play Call of Duty with me?"
Well, I don't hate him.
..._ ssa uoy ,dneirfyob ruoy s'eH _...
I suddenly had a flashback of him. I was over him, he was under me. His face was red and flustered and his hair was messy. I was smiling and leaned in. I shook that memory out of my head.
That isn't my memory. I've never been with a guy! Much less the smartass that was in my house! It's just my imagination!
But as I remembered more and more about myself, I was only more confused. I remember killing people, the biggest, most clear memory was of 5 children.
Soon, I was curled up on my couch, depressed. I was a terrible person. Why was this guy still sticking by my side?
I suddenly felt someone sit on the couch next to me. A comforting hand rubbed my back. I wanted to flinch away, but thought better of it. I didn't like to be touched, but I liked being touched by him.
Scott's POV
I forgot how much of a sensitive guy he was, so when I saw him curled up on the couch, I knew he must've remembered something that wasn't good. I put a hand on his back, causing him to flinch, but he didn't object as I tried to comfort him. "What's wrong, Vince?"
"I killed children. I killed people I loved." He whispered with realization.
"Shhhh," I tried my best to comfort him, "It's ok. It's in the past."
"Why are you still with me?" He asked.
I stopped, pausing before I said anything. "Because I love you."
He curled up tighter, his fingers clutching his hair. "You need to get away from me."
I give him a confused look, "Why?"
He shut his eyes tightly, "You're going to get hurt!"
He was shaking now. It was silent for a good minute. Then he spoke, his voice cracking, "I murdered my own daughter, PG."
Was I shocked? Yes. Did it affect our relationship? No. He referred to me by my nickname, despite the many times I told him my real name. "You killed her?"
I heard him sniff, "That's what happens to the people I love. I kill them. I'm insane."
"I'm not going to-"
"You have to go!" He yelled. He got up and grabbed my shoulders. Pain contorted his face, tears were leaving his eyes. "You have to! I'm a monster... You can't stay with me..." He looked down, sniveling. I felt his tears fall on my lap.
I wrapped my arms around him, "I hate seeing you like this." He cried in my shoulder and we stayed like that for what seemed like an hour. Soon, his breathing grew slow and deep and his grip on my relaxed. He fell asleep.
I felt some sympathy for Vincent. He was so confused and was remembering more and more about himself. He was remembering more of me as well. I could tell because he was calling me 'Pg'. My nickname. This also told me he didn't remember everything just yet. There was still a long way to go.
I sighed and layed him down on the couch, fetching a blanket for him. It hurt for me too. He hardly remembers me. There was so many times I wanted to kiss him, but it wouldn't be good for his health. That would only confuse him more and that risked me breaking my nose.
I sighed and petted his head. He finally had calm down. There was a peaceful look on his face, but the stains of tears gave away that he wasn't at peace. He was suddenly admitting everything to me, like he was a drunk man being manipulated into giving away information. Why?
I felt the newly formed scar on his head, it was huge. About the size of a quarter. I cringed. That could've been a fatal amount of blood loss if it wasn't for Vincent's healing abilities. He maybe even fractured his skull for all I knew, although the doctor's x-rayed him for that. It could've already healed. If it did by that time, if anything it could've been a small one.
He was recovering quickly. I just hope he recovers completely.
Sup bruh. So I've noticed Wattpad is being a little quirky, some of this story's details were erased, like wtf. I hope everyone's ok! Sorry if you're experience with this story is confusing, it is for me too.
(Something totally off topic) so I watched all of hetalia in 3 days and I must say... SO MUCH PEOPLE... I SHIP THEM ALL... Although I'm confused what to ship England with. I'm tied with either France or good ol' 'Merica. What do you guys think? Ps... Germany is hot as duck. Yes. Duck. And he's so gay for Italy.
Thanks and Bye~
