You Could be a Hero

The choices he makes change a nine-year-old's life

Author POV:

"I F*CKING HATE YOU MUM!!!!" A roar came from me. My mum and I got into another fight today. Our fights regularly happen after my father left when I was in the sixth grade. Mum started illegal drugs as did I. Our house is filled with a broken family. The only one out of all of us that's not would be my little brother, Peter. He would always be on my tail asking me about stuff and just watching me. It's weird to be honest.

I walked to school, after the argument my mom and I had. I was ready to release it on the special someone that no one cares about. I entered homeroom to see him at his desk. A devilish smile came upon my lips. "Hey Fata$$! Why do you keep calling yourself a stupid hero all the f*cking time?! Huh?!" He f*cking smiled back to me. Like one you would give to a friend.

"Because I am the hero! And you can't bring me down! And I won't bring you down because your brother needs someone to look up to," he half witty commented back. Anger boiled up in me. I threw a punch at him. Something changed in this result. I missed. When trying to figure out what happened, a fist made contact to my right side of my jaw to where I spit out a tooth. I scraped the blood coming down from my mouth as I looked up at him. He was saying something before leaving. I believe it was to the principals office. Someone rushed over to me and offered to take me to the nurse, I was iffy about it, but I decided why not. Him and I walked to the nurse, a strange silence was shared between us.

"Okay, who are you?" I blandly asked.

"Oh? I'm Francis, you probably won't remember many things do to that big booboo on your jaw there." He pointed out with a weird French accent in his voice. It took me a minute before I remember who he was.

"Oh. The wine tart. Delightful."

"Hey! That's so not how a gentleman should act! Black sheep of Europe..." He mumbled the last part. He was so totally getting on my bloody nerves. Another silence came between us. "So, why do you always pick on him? Got your own problems at home? Hm?"

"W-What?! What would ever make you think of a thing!! You bloody frog!"

"Huh, I thought I was a wine tart a moment ago... But anyways! Usually someone who bullies someone else usually has inner conflict with themselves or family, in so, you release those tensions to someone else. Come on, it's obvious!! You should just find someone you love and just hang out and talk things out!! It helps more than hurting others. That doesn't get you anywhere!"

"Talk to yourself! I was just setting him in his place! He's so obnoxious that it's irritating! All this 'I'm the hero!' Cr*p isn't helping anyone or anything!" I growled under my breath. "And I'm fine being by myself. I don't need anyone." I heard a sigh come from him.

"Fine believe whatever you want Anglettere, you'll come around. My table at lunch is always open for anyone~! Oh! Look we're finally here! We'll see you soon Anglettere!" He said flirtatious and walked with a little hop down the seemingly endless hallways. I sighed and entered the nurses office.

------(Time skip brought to you by how tiny Sealand is)------

Today during homeroom, the annoying hero didn't come today. This puzzled me. He never missed a day and I really wanted to show him a piece of my mind. I entered the lunch room, my normal seat taken, I saw the stupid French man sitting with a Prussian man and a Spanish man. 'Hmph. Oh well, it's somewhere to sit,' I mumbled in my head. The conversations the intermingled in between themselves consisted of 'pretty' girls, guys, siblings, and other 'normal' teenaged talk that I seriously grown out of. I grabbed my scone from my bag before I noticed a certain someone come into the room. A gun was in his right hand. He yelled at everyone to get down. No one would ever listen to that bloody fool. After no one did what he told them, he shot the glass behind me. I dashed under the table right afterwards. Everyone else also followed suit. That bloody wanker has surely lost it. He then set off another gun shot. Now no light shines on him. My eyes widen as this shadowy figure aimed the gun at his own head. Breaths seemed to stop in the room before a loud bang went off and that figure fell onto the floor. Everyone, including myself screamed. Like mice, they all rushed out of the cafeteria instead of myself, frog, and this boy who quickly ran up to the boy and held him close sobbing his heart out. I never thought that my own actions would cause this.

------(Timeskip brought to you by this sad FanFiction)-----

"Arthur, please! I know you're taking more drugs than even your own mother!" A stupid Canadian boy was scolding me through my front door.

"It's none of your business of what I'm doing with my life! My decisions have no effect on you!" I yelled back at the bloody wanker. I hate how much he looks like him. I know it's not him, but it still turns my stomach.

"Maybe not me, but your nine year old brother Peter only has you now! Your mom died from an overdose. He doesn't need you too either. He needs someone to actually be there and raise him correctly. I know you never got that false tooth from where Alfred punched you a year ago." He's eyes cold, and of course he mentioned him. The one I caused to kill himself. I was just about to slam the door in his face before he spoke up again. "And don't completely blame yourself. We all helped him go over. And I was legibly the last one that could of saved him the most being his childhood friend. But no, of course I spread gossip about him. I helped be fuel for the fire. For personal intentions, I helped killed him." Tears started overflowing his eyes. "Now, no one even notices me anymore, I'm alone, and I killed the one I could of saved. I would of never been alone if I stayed by his side, but of course I didn't," he now was sobbing and trying to rub off the tears with the sleeves of his sweater. "I know now that he truly forgave us all. Because that's the person he is. Forgave everyone, forgave me, and also forgave you. I'm just trying to help you and your brother now. I know your brother Peter needs you, I see him in the park by my house so sad, and feeling abandon. Arthur, please. Don't do it for me, don't do it for yourself, do it for him. Alfred forgave you, so you could help your younger brother, have a better connection. Well, I interrupted to much time of yours, Mr. Kirkland. See you at school." With that, he left. I was so shocked by his words, but yet a huge lift left me. I felt lighter then ever before. Then a tug brought me back to earth.

"Arthur, will you please play with me?" Peter asked, hopeful that I would finally say yes this one time.

"Yes Peter, I would love too. Let me quickly make a phone call first alright?"

"Okay!" He jumped and ran into the living room. I got out my phone and texted the frog.

'Hey, would you still be willing to give me that number to reset myself?'

'Sure thing, Anglettere~!'