Gone

Offer

Arthur/England:
"Al. Alfie. Alfred. AMERICA!" Dear God, he'll sleep through anything. After shaking his shoulder slightly, America raises his head tiredly with a far away look in his sad eyes. Noticing the remaining figures in the room, once he sits up fully, a mega watt smile is back on his face. They can't help but notice that it looks forced.

"Everyone left for an early break. We're the only one left." Matthew inches forward. "We were wondering if you wanted to go to lunch with us. Anywhere you want. England says he's even willing to go to McDonald's." Well yeah, America would be more willing to share if he's in a comfortable environment.

To everyone's surprise, Alfred shakes his head and starts to get up. "No. I-I. I have...plans. I can't." Then he bolts out of the meeting room door.

The FCE of FACE is left behind in their confusion. Once they register what happened, they turn to each other before Matthew breaks the silence. "Did he just...? Refuse McDonald's?" He's right. That is strange. That was not what they were expecting to happen. How are they supposed to figure out what's wrong with him now? Guess they'll have to go to his house. Canada offered to use his car. After they pile in, Canada follows a little ways behind America's car. The first few minutes were in silence until: "This isn't the way to his house?"

England looks around through the backseat windows, since France had taken the passenger side, and realizes Canada was right. "Wait, look. He's going into the pharmacy." They decide to sit in the car and wait til he comes back out and then follow him again.

The wait got boring quickly but thankfully America also came out quickly with one bag. The bag wasn't that filled so of course the men in the car were curious but they couldn't do anything about it. England notices America's usually proud, heroic posture was slumped and tired, not that he made it a habit to look Alfred up and down. Canada however noticed because of the twin instinct they share. It's natural to be able to tell when something is going on with the other. France notices because he's like a father figure to the boys.

<Time Skip to America's house>

Alfred/America:
America might've wanted to go to McDonald's but he's not supposed. That would ruin his whole plan. Food is bad, nonetheless something so fattening. At least according to his new "diet plan". Starvation: you either get skinny or die trying. Either way it's an improvement.

On his way home he makes a pit stop at a Walgreens Pharmacy for more bandages, diet medicine, and razors. After years of doing this, America was practically an expert in trying to die. Unfortunately, he's a nation and can't die unless something happens to their nation. However, they can get incredibly hurt by normal means.

When he got back home he immediately gets to work: going into the bathroom and opening the new pack of razors he bought. Taking one out carefully, he presses the cold metal blade into is right hand.

Pathetic...
Cut.

...idiot...
Press in.

...fat...
Slash.

...unneeded...
Two twin cuts.

...unwanted...
Long slash.

...useless...
Slam in.

...worthless...
Deep cut.

Self-deprecating thoughts were running through the young nation's head. And he made different cuts and marks on his skin representing such thoughts. Sure it hurts, but America has welcomed the pain a long time ago. I deserve it.

After a few minutes, Alfred disregards the bloody blade in the sink to move to his next task. Right when he was getting ready to purge himself in front of the toilet, a loud knocking interrupts the process. America leaves the bathroom and hastily pulls down the black slacks and sleeves of his button-up he still had on from the meeting, as he didn't have time to wrap his arms and legs up. He dries his eyes of the tears as quickly as he can so he could answer the door and get rid of whoever's there. America sluggishly leans against the door as he opens it up to...

"America? Are you alright?" Canada makes the first move by stepping a little closer and speaking. England seems to be looking the star-spangled nation up and down. France stays back but concern is evident in all of their eyes.

"Yeah...why?"

France took that as his opportunity to speak, "We were worried when you were sleeping and didn't want food. Are you sure you're okay? Are you sick from all that's happening in your nation?"

England looked alarmed at the thought of his precious suffering. When America shakes his head, the older one visibly relaxes but is still concerned. "Look, I don't know what's going on with you but we're going to stay and help out."

"That's not necessa-"

"Nope. You're accepting the help for once."

"Sigh. Fine."