Never Say Goodbye (Discontinued)

Diary entry #5

February 27, 2116

Its been a week since I started to stay in bed and I was planning on doing the same thing today.

That was until we got a call from a few government agents...

~Flashback~

"Arthur you need to eat. You barely ate anything Mattie made you. It's not healthy."

It was another dull and sad morning for me. Ivan was currently trying to get me to eat.

"Please Arthur we're worried about your health."

I didn't move. What was the point in eating when my wonderful American wasn't alive anymore?

Ivan was about to say something but was interrupted by Matthew running in and sliding right into him.

Luckily for the poor boy Ivan was able to catch him before he fell.

"Be careful Mattie."

"Sorry, it's just that I get an important message from the US government. They know who did it."

I shot up instantly and grabbed him by his shoulders.

"They did?! Who did it?"

Matthew didn't seem to be fazed by my actions. Actually he looked like he expected it.

"I'm not sure if I should tell you. You may not like it." Matthew said slowly and carefully. Did he think I would attack him nor something?

"I don't care! Just tell me who it is so that I can (insert punishment here. I'm still trying to keep this as innocent as possible.)"

"Arthur please calm down. I don't want you to hurt yourself. You're one bad place right now."

"I am not! I'm perfectly fine thank you!" I shouted in his face.

I felt Ivan grab me from behind. I started to struggle but he held he by the waist so I couldn't do much damage. However I managed to knock over a chair and break a vase.

I struggled for who knows how long. But eventually I grew tired again and let myself go limp.

I had no energy left but just to make sure I was officially done Ivan kept a hold on for a few more minutes.

"I think we should wait before we tell him." Ivan spoke up after he laid me down.

"I agree, I'm sorry Arthur but until you're in a better state of mind I think you shouldn't know who did it."

"But I have the right to know! I was Alfred's husband! His soul mate! How is it fair that you get to know and I don't?! You're only his stupid brother who he didn't even care about!"

There was a tense silence after that. No one expected for me to say that. Not even me.

Before anyone could say anything I got up and ran to the bathroom. I looked the door and slid to the floor. I began to cry once more. Some of it in sadness but mostly in shame.

How could I be so horrible to Matthew. He was Alfred's little brother! I'm such a horrible person...

Not long after there was a knock on the door.

"Arthur it's me, Matthew."

I didn't answer.

"Look, I know that you didn't mean it. I understand what you're going through and I'm as angry as you are. But you can't let it take over you."

But I still refused to answer in fear of lashing out on Matthew again. I had already done enough damage. I didn't need to make more.

After a few minutes I heard Matthew leave.

I sighed in relief and lie down. Eventually letting myself drift off to sleep...

~End of flashback~

About an our later I woke up and left the bathroom to write in my diary.

I hope Matthew and Ivan tell me who did it soon. If they don't I think I will go insane.

~°ω°~

A/N: Ok, so I know that it seems to be a little over dramatic with how England took out his anger on Canada. But you see he is currently going through the five stages of grief.

Right now he is on the second stage which is anger. Before that it was denial. I know that he seemed like he was on the fourth stage which is depression but it's hard to deny the fact that someone you love is actually dead. So as you can probably imagine he was in between bot denial and state if depression.

So most of the time he was trying to come up with a reason why America would suddenly disappear. Which we will learn more about in a future chapter.