Hetalia oneshots

(America x canada) (feels warning)

               A sigh escaped Alfred as he sat alone in the conference room. His cerulean eyes were slowly gathering tears at his waterlines, causing his vision to blur. When he attempted to blink back the tears, though, they only seemed to fall and stain his blemish free cheeks with their moist trails. His eyes squeezed shut as tightly as possible and his grip on the edge of the table tightened. Trying not to cry these days was taking a lot of his strength.

                Alfred remembered a time when he was really happy, and his loud laughter was honestly joyful. Now, though, it only seemed forced. His arms folded on the table and he laid his head down on his forearms. His glasses were off and laying on the table beside him, so that the lenses didn’t get stained with the despair that was freely flowing from his eyes.

                The tears were like everything else; they wouldn’t stop. No matter how much he tried to brush it off, every remark that was made to him was etched into his memory.

                Fat!

                Annoying!

                You give me a headache every time you’re around!

                You’re going to die of obesity one of these days!

                You’re stupider than you look!

                Do you really think you’re smart?

 

                A violent sob shook his body. Since he was unable to hold back the sounds, if someone was present in the room, they would be able to hear the mighty hero fall deeper into his depression with each sniffle. Little did he know that there was someone else present.

                A shy Matthew was still present in the conference room. The shy Canadian felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach at just seeing his boisterous brother break down. He was as confused as all get out when Alfred began to cry, since he never showed anyone his pain, but as soon as he heard the next plea from the American’s mouth, Matthew felt his heart shatter with sadness and anger.

                “Why?” Alfred cried out, not noticing his older twin in the room with him. “I’m not fat.. I’m not stupid! Why do they insist on d-doing this…” Alfred asked no one in particular. Another whimper was heard from the cocky nation before he continued his silent plea. “Am I really th-that bad?”

                Matthew almost wanted to cry at just hearing his words. Instead of sadness, though, the Canadian was filled with anger at the other nations. Sure, Alfred pissed him off at times, but he never once said anything harmful to his annoying brother.

                “I was just doing wh-what I thought w-was right.. Is it r-really wrong? A-Am I the bad guy?” Alfred asked as he looked up only long enough to wipe the wetness from his cheeks. A sniffle came from him again. “W-Would they even care if.. If I just.. Disappeared?”

                In under a second, Matthew had his arms around his younger twin and rubbed his back. “I would care.”