That's The World?!『A Hetalia FanFic』

Chapter 77~ I'm Fine Pt. 2

The door shut tight as Alfred curled up onto his bed. He turned away and hugged his pillow in an attempt to hide his sobs. Immediately, I traveled over to send a soothing hand.

"Shh, shh, shh, it's okay Alfred. Mattie didn't mean it. He was just mad," I rubbed his back in comforting circles.

"He-- he may have b-been mad..." he said through choked sobs, "But wh-what he said... was true! Every last word... it's all my-- it's all my fault..."

"No, it's not Alfred--"

"Yes it is! It always is. Everyone blames me for everything and they're right... They're so fucking right. I'm such a mistake, a failure."

I couldn't bare to see him in this state. Just seeing him cry broke my heart. He already felt so bad about himself, Mattie just made it worse. Of course, Mattie wasn't aware of his brother's condition, but that wasn't his fault. This is why I wanted to tell them. I don't want anymore hurt feelings.

"Olivine... just leave me... please..." he choked.

"No, I'm not going to leave you. I know what you'll do if I did. Alfred, please. Look at me," I spoke low.

He didn't move, still effected by the words he received. His pillow grew damp with the amount of tears he left. The room echoed with his somber moans. The noises he made were lonesome, crying out for help. But he wouldn't let me in to assist him, I don't think he has in a while. Alfred is such a cheery person, no one would ever know that something was wrong unless they pried. With a little convincing, he succumbed to my embrace. We laid there for a while, listening to his walls crumbling down.

His body trembled from the impact; shaken down to the core. My hands sensed the sick feeling of his stomach churning. His urge rising to bring up what he had left in his system. He held on tighter as a anchor to stay in place. If I loosened my grip, I feel as if he would slip away into his hole of darkness.

Maybe it was my presence, but he soon calmed down. His cries simmered down to a soft whimper as the room quieted down. Being entangled with him on the bed was relaxing and beyond soothing. Once he could breathe, I hummed an old, soft tune. One that Cody would sing to me when I was little. I made it a little slower to bring his heart rate down. Little by little I heard his breathing adjust to a softer pace. He may have dosed off while in my arms.

"Olivine..." he mumbled.

"Hmm?" I smiled into his hair.

"You're going to be a great mom someday," he cuddled me closer.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you have that personality. You have the voice too..."

I looked up to wipe the rest of his tears away before sending him my heart. His cheery grin returned as his eyes accompanied mine. He looked away briefly to gather his words. Then, his smile faded. Urgently, my curiosity peaked from his sudden change of emotions.

"I'm pathetic, right? The Hero isn't supposed to cry. I don't feel much like a Hero anyway... I feel like a mistake," his words were so soft.

"Who told you that? You're no where near pathetic. You are not a mistake. You were put on this Earth for a reason, a good reason. This world can be a cruel place but you can't let that drag you down. You are strong, Alfred. You have history to prove that," I motioned him to an upward position.

He slouched over and hide his face. My soft hands caressed his cheeks to lift his head. Warm tears rolled down my palms and onto his legs as he tried to disappear.