Americas issues

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     ~Creepy Stalker POV~

        Alfred sat in his room doing it again. He knew his boyfriend was at gone and wouldn't be home for another hour or so. He had been clean for the past 3 months, after the incident with Arthur and Matthew. But, his temptations got the best of him, he looked at the time as he pressed the cold blade to his wrist. It had been 20 minutes of deep gashes and blood. He would have stopped, could have stopped but the temptation was too strong. He felt himself slipping into a heavy darkness, as Arthur walked through the door.

~Alfred's POV~

I tried not to do it. I tried really hard. But it was calling me yelling at me to do it. I was stronger than the voices. Or at least I thought I was…

        Arthur had just left to go hang out with our friend Kiku. I didn't really want to go, so I decided to stay home and clean up the house for Arthur. He moved in about 2 months ago, a month after the 'incident'. I decided to cook before I attempted to clean our room. I was cutting some tomatoes to put on my homemade burgers, when it happened. I 'accidently' cut my finger, at least I think it was an accident. I watched as the two red colors mixed together. I couldn't hold it back anymore, I went to my room and grabbed my trusty blade. Arthur tried to hide it in the back of the closet, but I found it a few weeks ago when I was looking for my PATD C.D., to show him. I left it there so I wouldn't be tempted to use it. I retrieved the blade and checked the time, an hour is what I had. I thought of making a few small cuts. Maybe three to get me through the week. I pressed the blade to my stomach, since my arms were full. I figured I'd make three and put a bandaid on. If he asks I'll tell him that I scratched myself on the edge of the counter. (AN: I personally run into the counter all the time, and to mention I run into everything) I started to put force on the blade, slowly applying more pressure. I got to three and kept going, I can cover a few more. Soon enough I was at 20 and feeling tired I moved to my leg and pulled my shorts up. I started attacking my thighs. All I could see was red, I lost count of the lines. One more. I thought as I passed out on the floor, hearing a familiar voice with a british accent yell my name.

~Arthur's POV~

        I got a weird feeling in my stomach, I don't know why but I knew I had to go home. I thanked Kiku for the lovely time and jumped into my car. I may have went over the speed limit, but only by about 20 miles. I raced home and sloppily parked at the curb, I ran up to the house. The weird feeling got stronger when I didn't hear any noise, I calmed myself and walked through the door. "Alfred!"... "ALFRED!".... still no reply. I prayed that he was in our room headphones blaring. But, I was wrong… I ran to our room and immediately broke down crying. I walked into my house to see my boyfriend barely breathing, covered in blood and lines, knife in hand. I called 911 and tried covering the deeper wounds.

-Dramatic time skip-

AN:My wife/crush is dying on the floor rn.. p.s. I think she's on crack.

Example: *death of a bachelor is on*

Her: The lace of your dress is up my nose!

Me: ….

Ok anyaways back to the depressing stuff poppets.

~Alfreds POV~

 I woke up confused, I saw A- wait what was his name again? ARTHUR… I thought as the darkness came back. I could hear…. Arthur's voice. He kept saying he loved me then crying, and occasionally calling me stupid before crying again. I wanted to comfort him apologize, but what for… After a while, I don't know exactly how long but it felt like forever, finally I opened my eyes and saw an adorable, short man with bright green eyes walking around the…room? crying. He looked at me and started kissing and hugging me, than a woman with a white jacket…Doctor pulled him off. They did some tests on me and I remembered that the man was my boyfriend Arthur. I remembered everything, especially how much I loved him. The only thing I couldn't remember was what happened to me. The Doctors kept trying to ask me questions but I wouldn't answer without Arthur. Eventually he got tired of me and let him in, I immediately tried to run to him, but this chick and some dude held me down. He walked up to me and kissed me on the forehead, then he laid next to me and the Doc asked me some stuff. He asked me what happened to me but I couldn't remember. I went to grab Artie's hand when I saw scars, and that's when I remembered  everything I did...

France: And thet Mon Ami's was the story of

Prussia: How England got f*cked in the *ss

Spain: and America died of lack of churros

Me: Guys shut up! France this is an intermission not the end. Prussia… Just no. And Spain America's alive and there are churros on the countdid...

~Anyway's Arthur's POV~

       

-Jeez! I'm killing myself with this-

I paced around the small hospital room. I hate hospitals too many memories… My thoughts were interrupted by painful grunting followed by piecing blue eyes opening, and A blond jolting straight up in bed. I ran over to him hugging and kissing him, usually I wouldn't even hold his hand in public, but at the moment I couldn't care less. I was screaming in between sobs and hiccups "GET A G-Godd*med N- *Hic* Nurse in H-Here…. *Hic* RIGHt F***ING N-NOw…. *Hic* H-He's AWAKE!" I was sobbing into his chest when the nurses ran in. One of the doctors had to pull me off of him so they could take his vitals. I was forced out of the room, one of the nurses decided to keep me company, she said as soon as I calmed down I could go back in. She said that people who come out of a coma are usually confused and explained that if I'm not calm he could go into shock. It took me half an hour and a cup of tea to calm down. Finally the doctor stuck his head out and asked for me.  I walked in as bright blue met sharp green. It took me everything not the jump into his arms, it took two nurses to keep him down. I walked up to him and placed a kiss on his forehead. The doctor told me that he refused to answer any questions, and only asked for me. He sent the nurses out and grabbed his clipboard.

I laid next to Alfred on the bed. He asked the standard questions and then asked Alfred if he knew what happened. "Um… I-I don't remember… " Tears filled my eyes to the brim, but I blinked them back. I grabbed his hand and sat there for a moment, he pulled my hand up causing his loose sweater sleeves to fall down (yes I was wearing his sweater. I missed him okay). He looked at my arm for a moment, before dropping my hand and examining his stomach and thighs. "Sh*t!... Did I… " The doctor nodded grimly, "B-babe I-I'm so sorry… I-I … I d-didn't mean-" I kissed him and wiped away his tears.

"Shhh… Hush love it's ok… calm down it's okay" I ran my fingers through his blond hair, whispering calming things. He finally calmed down and stopped crying.

The doctor took me out of the room, "Mr. England, you'll boyfriend will be ok. It will take a little longer for him to heal, since this was a self inflicted injury… I suggest he stay here for three more days, while you go home and get some rest". I think he saw my concerned face because he added, "I assure you Captain America will be fine"

I almost choked, "Captain America?"

"Well yes I called him Mr. America and he corrected me saying it was Captain. He was a captain in the navy correct?"

I started laughing "N-no he was not"

"oh" Jeez two weeks in a comma and he's still a git.