Americas issues

'Intervention'

I'm so sorry this took do long. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with this chapter. I'm so grateful Maunchu helped me out. The next chapter will be soon, I'm hoping in 3 days or less, but I don't want to promise anything. Thank you loves♥.

After a beautiful hug and a LOT of crying the nations had all retreated to the living room for an 'intervention' they couldn't exactly call it an intervention because they hadn't exactly prepared anything. It was more like a group therapy session with Alfred being the patient and and everyone else being a semi-drunk counselor? It doesn't matter call or compare it to whatever you like. In the simplest terms it was a group of friends who were determined to prove they care about Alfred and help him as much as possible.

        Alfred was sitting in a love seat with Arthur curled up beside him and Francis was sitting in a reclining chair. The axis trio was on the couch with Antonio, Lovino, and Gilbert by their feet.While the other four sat in chairs from the kitchen. Surprisingly the German did not attempt to run it like a meeting he actually had a very soft tone, unlike his usual intimidating voice,"Alfred could jou tell us vhat's going on?"

        The arrogant Prussian was also sweet and supportive seeing Alfred's hesitation to speak. "Al vere all here for jou" He gave a small smile.

After another moment of silence Francis spoke up, "Alfred, mon ami, we can not help you if you don't talk to us".

        The blonde sat up and took a deep breath, while the Brit supportively squeezed his hand. So Alfred told them the whole story about the taunts, diets,and exercising. He saw everyone's face drop with guilt and then he told them about his 'wake up call'. "The meeting... Arthur called me f-fat.So I left and I thought about everyone's constant comments and how true they were and I decided the only way to fix things was to st-stop eating all together". He looked down not wanting to look at anyone but he felt Arthur's hand go limp in his own. (He didn't pass out or die just stopped squeezing America's hand).

Nobody said a word. They all felt personally responsible and thought the others were blaming them. They all remembered something that at the time was a joke, but they now realized was a big mistake. They remembered times they were ridiculed. Things that hurt, things that they couldn't let slide. They realized that they had become the bully, to their friend. Many emotions swirled around the room.

Someone finally spoke up,usually he would be ignored, but at moment all eyes were on him as he broke the few moments of silence that seemed to have lasted hours. "Al, you should have told us. I-I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner..." His eyes showed that he was hurt and sorry.

        "Don't apologise Birdie! That was  Verdammt dumm ov him! Jou shouldn't vurt vourselve vecause zomeone said zomezing blöd!" Gilbert agerly exploded jumping up, he was so upset his speech dipped in between German and English and his accent becoming heavy.

        The next outburst came from the German, "Really bruder? Vour going to vell at Alfred vor letting others opinions get to him. I dont zhink jou have zhe right to do zhat, considering the numerous ocasions I have zeen you try to kill vourself. Vhat vas the reason again? Oh ja, people making jou vell vorthless!" he had started out calmly scolding his brother, but ended up yelling. Tears silently slipped down both of their cheeks.

        Ivan responded calmly, " Alfred your body is nice, you do not need to change. Da, you are dovol'no milo... oy I mean kind of... adorable" ((An: Sorry I'm not too familiar with Russian speech patterns so I had him forget English for a second and yes I know dovol'no milo or written as Довольно мило translates to pretty cute not adorable I did that on purpose. Well, I hope I did that correctly I used google translate.

        "Sì Alfred. You're like a cool older fratello, and you're super strong! Not as strong as Mister Germany, but that's okay he's reeeeeally strong". The small Italian stated positively while hugging the German.

        This went on for a while, many different emotions flying across the room. A quiet Francis finally spoke up from his seat in the corner. "Look, mon amis it haz been a very long day we should all get some rest and discuss this tomorrow. Non of zou are going home. Head to guest bedrooms now. Bonne nuit, vous aimez idiots" Francis sighed downing the rest of his wine, ushering the others to bed, and cleaning up before heading to his own room. Tomorrow was going to be a rough day.