Americas issues

The plan

Bonjour mon cheries. I hope you are all having a beautiful day and I really appreciate all the comments and support. I also appreciate the fact that you read anything I write.  I also appreciate the fact that I have 111 F*cking reads. Like guys I'm trash, but I still really appreciate it. So, I kinda feel like I owe you all an explanation. I have struggled with depression for about a year. I have cut, drink, and most other things you can think of to try to cope. Recently after I said I couldn't write anymore I attempted suicide. Luckily my friend/crush (and now boyfriend <3) called the cops on me. and now I'm going to counseling again (I'm so nervous though). I still struggle with temptations, but I haven't gave in yet. I still struggle with my body. I'm constantly criticized for my looks and it hurts a lot. I don't eat except when forced, but I don't make myself throw up after and I occasionally eat on my own.  I'm trying so thank you all. Love you guys~

P.S.  I'm here for you all honestly though it's weird you can all come to me and I won't judge and do my best to help :) ((Also what does P.S. stand for?

~Later that day~ ((No POV

        England snuck into the house quietly and planted a kiss on the sleeping American's forehead.  He forced himself to smile as the now dull blue eyes snapped open. "Hello love".

        Alfred slowly sat up feeling really dizzy, "Hey babe" He motioned for the Englishman to sit next to him.

        Arthur sat next to the blonde and got wrapped into a hug, "So Alfred, Francis is having a party tonight. We should go". See Francis came up with the plan to throw a small party to get Alfred to eat and if not they would at least get the truth out of him and get him help. The two found out while talking to the other nations that they had noticed the blonde's strange eating habits or lack of them. After a while the tired American agreed to hopefully avoid suspicions. The two cuddled on the couch for a few hours watching a movie, before the two decided to get ready for the 'party'.

        The two had gotten dressed up and were ready to head Francis' house. The two sat in car both nervously making small talk. Upon arrival France hugged the two shoving a glass of wine in each of their hands. He gave a reassuring look to Arthur. The blonde gave a small smile in return. The couple stepped inside. The 'party' composed of the the G8 (France, Germany, Italy, the United Kingdom, Japan, the United States, Canada, and Russia), Spain, Prussia, Romano, and Denmark. The blonde has his possed his usual American charm.  Arthur and France made the American a plate of all his favorite foods handing it to him.

Alfred smiled, "Thanks dudes but, I'm not hungry". Everyone looked at him shocked. "Sorry dudes, my stomach still hurts".

        Arthur spoke up, "Alfred dear, just eat a little. Please?" Alfred reluctantly started eating and quickly finished the plate. The other nations smiled and went back to what they were doing. Alfred on the other hand was freaking out. He swore he could feel himself getting fatter.  He smiled and made his way to the bathroom.  He turned on the faucet and kneeled in front of the toilet.  He took a breath and shoved his hand to the back of his throat. He gagged and did it again accomplishing his goal. He threw up everything in his stomach and stood up smiling. He flushed the toilet and rinsed out his mouth. He turned off the faucet and put a piece of gum in his mouth. He walked out to see the nations standing around the door. His grin faded.

"Alfred why?" The small Brit asked on the verge of tears.

It feels good to be back ~❤