Hetalia One Shots (Finished)

UsUk~ Saving You

Trigger warning guys,
Blood, cutting, and depression, bulimia and anorexia.
Don't like it? Don't read it. Simple.

~~~~~EDITED~~~~~

It was another horrible excuse for a world meet. Arthur Kirkland, also known as England, sat there across from France. While Alfred Jones, aka America, rambled on about being a hero, England and France had a glare down. (Kinda like a stare down but glaring)
"What are you looking at you bloody frog!" England finally broke. He was done with that stupid frog mocking him and treating him like he was lower than everyone, even sealand (if you like sealand I'm sorry)

" Ohonhonhonhon Arthur, are you implying I was actually staring at something as despicably horrendous as you?" France shot back.

England got quiet, and so did everyone else. America looked over at England with sympathy in his eyes.
France just smirked clearly satisfied with his smart remark. England had been pushed around too much. He swiftly stood up and exited the meeting room, ignoring the calls and pleas from America. He rushed to his car and got in starting the ignition and driving back to his house.

Arthur had been struggling for almost two years now. Everyone started to notice how skinny he was becoming and how he almost never ate in front of anyone. But when he did he would quickly excuse himself and throw it up. The cutting started around when France became more and more of a douche than normal. He made fun of his appearance such as his eyebrows, and how he was so lonely and had no friends so he had to turn to imaginary animals and friends to keep him company.
Arthur let the tears fall as he made his way inside. He sat on the couch and curled up into a ball and sobbed quietly. He couldn't help his eyebrows or the fact that he had very few friends. But there was one thing that made him upset above all. He loved Alfred. He thought of himself as disgusting for loving his only close friend. No one knew, because if they did, they would hate him. He also couldn't risk losing Alfred. Alfred would hate him and call him disgusting if he knew. So for the sake of their friendship he kept his feelings at bay.
He thought about how he took care of America so long ago. And the pain that went with it. It was all worth it because Alfred was happy.

Arthur sat up slowly and made his way upstairs to the bathroom where he kept the pills and his blade. Arthur ran the warm water and slowly undressed as he took the blade, tears still falling down his face.

He stepped in and winced as it burned his skin but accepted it. He settled in and let the water cover him before looking over his body. It was covered in scars. The littered his arms and legs, making him even uglier in his mind. He sat up and sobbed as he pulled his knees to his chest. No one would accept him, and Alfred would never love him.

He slid the base across arms hissing at the pain. He always did deep cuts that left permanent damage. He felt he deserved it. After he made 12 more scars and his sobs turned to barley audible whimpers.
He let the blood flow into the water turning it a faded crimson.
After a while he got up and dried off before cleaning his cuts and putting a bandage over it. Arthur looked at himself in the mirror again and started blankly at his reflection wondering why he couldn't be loved or attractive.

He sighed and went into the kitchen to make a meal that will go to waste.
He made some chips (fries) and sat there playing with them rather than eating them. He was jolted from his thoughts as a knock sounds against the front door. Arthur sighed and got up only to find a worry Alfred on his doorstep.

"What are you doing here," Arthur said trying to hide the surprise in his voice.

"Dude you're worrying people, what's going on man," Alfred said as he invited himself into the house.