That's The World?!『A Hetalia FanFic』

Chapter 79~ I'm Fine Pt. 4 『Final』

Alfred fell to the ground with a resounding crash as the innocent pistol bounced to the ground. Time seemed to stop when the last vibration of sound ceased to exist. The only sound was Olivine's defeated sighs. The bullet never reached the head of the depressed teen, for Olivine made sure of that. She had pounced on him with all of her strength to divert the blast, hurting herself in the process. The bullet barely grazed the side of her neck as she proceeded to turn him over onto his stomach. He would be safer if his hands were bound.

Arthur, Francis, and Matthew just made it back to the house in recored time. They filed out of the car to hear the last gun shot go off inside. Seconds later, Arthur had the door open. The scene before them was an unfathomable sight.

Heavy amounts of blood trailed from the kitchen to the living room, gushy handprints that tried to grasp the walls were streaked in a dragging manner, and two distressed siblings were covered in the red plasma that told the story of struggle. Francis gasped and almost cried from the horrible scene. They all heard Alfred's last words from Arthur's phone, each and every one of them knew how distraught he was when Davie died. They thought he was fine, it happened so long ago. Although, there are some things that some people can never forget.

"Take the gun!" Olivine demanded to one of the three blonds.

Matthew rebooted his emotions and did as he was told. The pistol was now switched to the safety position and stowed away in a secure place. Alfred couldn't look at his family, for he was too ashamed. All of this could have been avoided if he just said something. Even if he cried in front of them, something better could have happened. Instead, he shot his sister three times in an attempt to shoot himself. He was drenched in his own tears and blood of his wounded sibling. He was just too weak to do anything.

"Is... he..." Arthur's words were faint.

"I'm the one that's bleeding," Olivine pushed her words from exhaustion. There were two bullet holes in her shirt from the struggle. She managed to heal the wounds, but she wasn't able to retract the bullet from her system.

"We should take you to the hospital--"

"I am not going back to that place!" Olivine shot down Matthew's suggestion. That word brought back horrid memories that only Francis and Arthur knew about. It would take more than some convincing to explain the real purpose of a hospital.

"Alright, alright, calm down. Let him go, Olivine," Arthur approached the two carefully as Francis gathered cleaning supplies.

"What... what happened here? Why are you bleeding so much?" Matthew asked the obvious.

"We were fighting for opposite reasons," was all Olivine could say.

Olivine slowly released Alfred from her hold and caught her breath. Alfred proceeded to the fetal position to wallow in shame and misery. Matthew ran upstairs to retrieve the first-aid kit as Francis came over to clean the blood from both of their bodies. Arthur gathered the distraught American like a child to give him external comfort. It has been so long since Arthur held him like this, he missed how important it made him feel to be in Alfred's life.

Alfred latched onto him as if the world would end. This could be his chance. To say it, to yell it, to scream it. Just three words to change his fate. Those three words that were so far from him, yet, so close. But his throat wouldn't stop aching, his mind wouldn't stop racing, his stomach wouldn't stop churning.

"What's wrong Alfred? What's got you so worked up?" Arthur spoke softly into his ear like he would when Alfred was a child.

He couldn't form subtle vibrations into words. He just kept on crying, keeping his strong grip for support. Arthur rocked him back and forth while rubbing his back in comforting circles. Matthew placed some bandages around Olivine's wounds as Arthur took this time to assess to Alfred's bruises from the fall. Olivine winced in pain once more from the bullet that was lodged in her abdomen. Medical attention was needed, but she would continue to refuse.