The Crap Hetalia Book

Death Theories

Okay, so I was looking on Pinterest (because Pinterest is amazing) and I found this (picture). I kind of wanted to write something about one of the countries, so I chose America (hey why not, America's great). I hope it's okay, it was really just a spur of the moment type thing (and an excuse to get away from revision :D)

MiddleEarth4eva

You're fat

The voice is back again. Who am I kidding? It wasn't going to stay away for long. It was nice though, just to have a little bit of peace and quiet, even if it was only for a couple of hours, it was still bliss.

I'd have thought that you wouldn't still be so fat now. What? Do you want to look like an elephant? Like... like some hideous freak of nature. I hear World Record Books calling for the fattest person alive, that'd be you right about now.

I stand in front of the mirror, naked and stare at myself. It's right. I am fat, and there's nothing I can do about it. My stomach gurgles but I ignore it. I'm always hungry at the moment, always needing food, but I can't have it. It'll make me even more fat, even if it is just something small. Surely I must've lost just a little bit of weight since the last time I weighed myself.

I slink into the bathroom and stand on the scales, peering down hopefully. 21.5kg. No, surely that can't be right. I step off and then back on again. Again, 21.5kg. They're broken. I glance at myself in the bathroom mirror. My cheek bones stick out, my eyes are sunken and blonde hair hanging limp. I guess I'm thinner than I was, but I'm still too big.

A wave of dizziness washes over me and I fight to stay standing, clutching at the sink. The door's locked. Good. I don't want anyone freaking out like last time. I know I'm fat and all but wow, there wasn't any need for her to scream was there?

Yes, yes there was. There was every need to scream. If I could, I'd scream all day and all night, having to look at this pathetic body here. God, it makes me sick just looking at you.

That's right, I make people sick. I feel sick.

I rush to the toilet and throw up in the bowl, a thin string of yellowy, watery liquid trickling out. When was the last time I ate anything? Or drank anything for that matter? Um... two days ago? I would drink something, but liquid still has a mass and it still makes you bigger, heavier. Another wave of dizziness flows and then I'm on the floor, no memory of getting there, no memory of falling, just appearing there. And the black spots are back.

Pathetic. Just pathetic. All of this that you've worked for, no result and you're just giving up? It's probably for the best. Rid the world of yourself. Never come back. We don't need you. We don't want you.

Someone knocks on the door.

"Alfred? You in there?"

I don't answer, my mouth is too dry, my throat crackled up like paper, and the black spots are making it hard to see, clumping together and blocking out the light.

Pathetic

I feel faint, like I'm not really here anymore. Like I'm floating in a way.

Pathetic

The banging on the door is getting quieter, the voice is silent but I know they're still there. It's silent. It's peaceful. Even the voice is gone. The black spots have all joined together, forming lines that clog up my vison until it's just blackness, nothingness, and I'm floating, weightless and it feels good.

***

The light appears, blinding, staggering. I sit up. No, this isn't right. I... where was I before? I can't remember, I just know that this isn't my body. I know that, this isn't me, I'm not this small, I don't wear dresses, but I can't remember anything. There's noise, loud noises and it hurts. I stand up and wander over to a bush to peer over the top.

There's people, lots of people there and... I think they're building a house. One of the two people who looks in charge glances over and says something. I don't want people to see me. I vanish back into the bush and run, away from the people, away from the noises, away from everything, and then I sit and think.

My memory is gone. I know nothing, apart from the events of the last few minutes and a single word that floats round my head: 'America'. I can't remember if it has anything to do with me, but it sounds right. And this isn't my body, this isn't me, so maybe I can be someone else for a change. I can be America. Yes, it sounds right. America. It feels right.

I wait, what for I'm not sure, but I wait, for... for something. It goes dark, and then the sun rises again and I start walking. There's a field up ahead, a bright, open field, and that feels right too. It's only when I see the two men, arguing that I contemplate the safety and coolness of the shadows of the forest.

They're not the same two men as before. They're both blond, both the same height. One has shoulder length hair and is wearing what seems to be a cape of some sort. The other has eyebrows that appear too big to function. They both stop and glance over and I stay put. I'm not sure how I know it, but these people are here to help.

"Hello young chap" the one with the eyebrows says, wandering over and extending a hand. "I'm England" and somehow, without knowing or remembering anything, I know that this is right too.

Okay, so I hope it was okay. Was it? I don't know :D