the pain (2p hetalia fanfic)sad 2pUsUk {On Hold}

the pain (2p hetalia fanfic)sad 2pUsUk

~Prolog~
Oliver had enough of being heart broken, he had enough of being for gotten and thought of as a happy go-getter because in all honesty he wasn't, ,he wasn't always that happy. He often broke down and couldn't handle but to curl up into a ball and cry his eyes out wishing to die. The one he loves the most is out with some Prussian not even caring about the pink haired man, there probaly screwing each other right now. Oliver just wanted to hear Alex call him Dollface or to even sit on the couch together again, but he knows that will never happen, never again.
~Now~
Oliver was hurting, he was in pain, he just wanted to feel Al's hands around him telling him that everything is going to be ok. But he's not there. He's out with that Prussian, making sure he's ok, making sure that he's not going to have a mental brake down. Oliver picked up a cupcake pan and threw it across the room screaming and hollering as he cried
"HE NEVER LOVED ME!!!" "THIS WAS ALL A BIG JOKE TO HIM!!!" "I SHOULD JUST DIE!"
As soon as he said that he set down the plate he was going to throw and looked across the counter to a knife
"Maybe I should just die..." he said to him self quietly and made his way slowly over to the knife. He wasn't hesitant, no, he was more sure of him self. It was just clear to him now, if he was dead Alex would live a happy life. Oliver had reached the knife and picked it up adoring the sharp look of it. But before he did anything he had to leave a note. What's the point of killing your self if no one knew why. So Oliver opened a dwar and found a medium sized note pad and a pen and sat down in the corner of the kitchen and started to write. As he was writing some thing fell out of the note pad Oliver picked it up and looked at it, it was a photo of him and Al smiling together, holding each other in each others arms, there hight difrent prominent as Alex lend down and touched Oliver's forehead. Tears started to fall down his face.
"maybe I should call him and tell him goodbye..." so after Oliver signed the note and sat it down by him he took his phone out of his pocket and phoned Alex.
The phone ringed and ringed, just was he was about to give up Alex picked up, he sounded happy
"what's up Ollie~" he could hear the smile in his voice
"G-Goodbye Alex..." he chocked up
"what do you-" Oliver didn't even let Al finish his sentence and hung up.
Oliver looked at the sharp knife sitting next to him and he picked it up, holding it in his hands. "I love you Alex..." he started to cry as he looked at the photo once more and closed his eyes and held the knife to his throat and slid it slowly across and then dropped the knife and just layed there not being able to breath anymore, not being able to speek. His eyes were getting heavy, he was feeling cold, and he was feeling light, as light as a feather. In a blink of a eye Oliver was gone.
~Alex's Point Of View~
"What do you mean goodbye?" he heard the phone cut off and Oliver was not on the other line
"Ollie?!?! Artie?!?! What Do You Mean Goodbye!!" Alex was panicking what did he mean. He put his phone back in his pocket and put one of his hands on his hips and the other on his forehead as he stood in the kitchen with August,
"V-Vhats the matter Al?" August says a little worried. Not caring what the Prussian was saying he then stoped and dropped his arms and his eyes went wide.
"Oliver Kirkland you better not." He then dashed out of the Germans house with put saying another word.
He dashed down the streets and past other people, Oliver's house was only a few blocks away, Alex just kept running. When was the last time I saw him? When was the last time I told him he loved him? When was the last time he held him in his arms? When was the last time he told him how much he appreciated him? When was the last time they moved together in bed? Alex then noticed he was in front of Oliver's house, he was out of breath, he was shaking a little. His hand reached up to the door nob hoping it was unlocked. He grabbed on to it and twisted and pushed. The door slowly creeks open and Alex steps in slowly.
"O-Ollie, you here?" He looks into the living room, nothing. He then makes his way to the kitchen, he smelt blood and he was not even by the frame of the kitchen.
"Oliver... No..." He then rushed into the kitchen and looked around the bright colored place and saw something he never wanted to see.
Oliver, Dead.
"nononononono" Alex says quickly and rushes over to the pale body on the floor "Please let this be a joke." he looks around,
"ok Matt you can come out with the Camara" he looks around waiting for the Canadian to step out and start laughing at how ridiculous his face looked, but he didn't, no one stepped out. He then knew this was real, that this was Oliver's Death. The once Bright Looking kitchen started to look dull and gloomy.
Alex slowly walked over to Oliver's dead body and dropped to his knees
"W-Why.." he hung his head and out of the corner of his eye he saw a Oliver's hand on a photo and a not pad. He slowly picked up his head and reached over and picked up the notepad and photo. He looked at the photo adoring it and starting to remember that moment. He then flipped open the notepad and started to read it

Dear Alex,
I am hoping you would be the one to find me. No one elce. I am happy now, because I know that you got tired of me so quickly and did not even want me any more so, I am now out of your way. Go have some fun. Just like you always do.
Love,
Oliver Kirkland

Alex let the tears start to run down his face as he stoop up and looked at Oliver's Limp body, he then turned around and flipped the kitchen table and started to scream and cry.
"YOU IDIOT!!! YOU NEVER EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT CALLING ME AND TELLING ME HOW YOU FELT!!"
He then went over the the counter and started to throw everything he could find up there. He smashed, crash, broken and cried and screamed as he threw things across the dull Kitchen that is now filled with hurt and rage.
Once the Kitchen was torn apart and the dwars, cabinet doors and the rest of the kitchen was demolished. Alex slowly walked over to Oliver's body and sat by him and layed down and rested his head on his chest. There was not breathing, there was no heart beat, there was Nothing.