Americas issues

Cuts part 2

~Arthur's POV~

I sighed before getting out of the car in front of America's house. I was already starting to remember everything, not that I could ever forget…  that day, that last battle. "Oh good Canada is here too, now I can turn that second trip into a trip to the pub". I got both of their birthday presents out of the car. It was June 27th a week before America's birthday, it's only four days before Canada's. I wish I could go to Canada's party but at this time of year all of the memories kill me. I sighed sometimes literally… I quickly pushed the thought back, not wanting to remember it…  So every year the same routine: deliver presents to the boys, Kiku takes notes for me at the meeting, and my ex husband and dearest friend Mr. FrogFace comforts me, while I get drunk off my arse trying to wipe my memory clean. Never works. I walk up to the house, oddly enough the door was wide open. Bloody Wankers left the door open, well I guess I'll just come in then. I was about to call for America when I heard someone whimper in pain, Oh My Gosh is someone hurt!...  I franticly walked through the house trying to find what was going on, when I came to America's room. The door was wide open and the two were sitting on the bed. I sighed in relief, thank heavens no one is hurt. I looked back at the boys… Thats weird Alfred's never that quiet and Matthew is never so serious. I wonder what's going on… Maybe if I stay quiet they won't notice me. I sat there quiet and still as possible so I could see what was going on. For a few minutes they sat silent Alfred not looking his brother in the eyes. I was tempted to just leave the presents on the table and go to the pub early when finally, I heard "Al, why?", I turned back around. It looked like Canada was going to cry. Why? What did that bloody twat do this time? Alfred…. please… "

Finally Alfred looked up "I… I n-needed to feel the p-pain I caused him", his eyes went down to the floor.  PAIN! What is going on. Then I looked to at the floor where Alfred was looking and I saw a bloody knife. A KNIFE! NO! Please tell me he doesn't… Wait is that a picture. I looked to see it was a picture of…  ME! Wait does… does he feel bad… NO! But why did he do that over ME! Calm down Arthur, don't have a panic Attack here…

"Alfred what are you talking about?"

"Matthew I know… " Know? Know about what?

"Know wh-"

"I know about England! The Hospital! Him trying…" My heart stopped. The hospital … I couldn't push the memory back again. After the American War of Independence, I drank, and cried, and drank. Much like I do now during this time, but it was worse I tried to take my life. Tried… And Failed! Just like you always do! Lucky for my idiotic arse, France was there to save me. I wouldn't be here without the Frog. I was brought back from my thoughts to here America say something that killed me.

"I had to sneak in to see him… He was asleep for a month, he only said two things…. My name and why!" That was the other thing France said I was asleep for a month due to the massive amount of blood loss and lack of sleep. I don't remember them too well, but I do remember having nightmares repeatedly and not being able to wake up. He Came to see ME! Why? Probably to see you in pain…

"Al… It isn't your f-" America cut him off to say something I couldn't believe.

"SHUT UP! Matthew don't lie to me it's my fault all of it… I was selfish"

I was taken back Alfred thought he was selfish. Does he feel bad? Does he care? Ha! Like he would feel bad for you, no one loves you. You don't deserve to be loved.