Blood and Tears

Over The Breaking Point.

I woke in my own bed, confused and in unimaginable amounts of pain. I gasped and wrapped my arms around my chest, trying to stiffle the fire spreading from my torso. Why does it hurt so badly? I slowly dragged myself out of the bed, biting my lip to stay quiet. I walked around my room and got dressed, avoiding touching the angry red lines on my chest. I opened my door to look around, wondering if Gilbert was up. I walked around the house for some time before giving up. He's not here. I frowned and sat on the couch. I looked at the clock and sighed. Almost noon. Either I slept in, or I've been searching the house for hours.

I remembered that Gilbert said we had a meeting tomorrow. I slumped down into the couch. Just then, Kumajirou entered the room and walked over to me. He climbed up to my lap and tugged at my shirt. "Come on mister! We'll be late!" I sighed. "For what?" His little white ears flicked. "The meeting!" My eyes widened. I jumped up off the couch, Kumajirou following me as I put on my jacket. I got in my car and drove to the meeting place, possibly running a few red lights. I groaned when I saw that the lot outside the building was full. Parking across the street, I raced into the building holding Kumajirou.

My cuts reopened and I could feel blood slowly leak out. I bit my tongue and slowed my pace, walking into the meeting room. I felt relief when I saw Gilbert sitting next to my chair, which Russia hadn't sat in. I sat down and whispered to him. "Gilbert." He didn't react. I frowned. "Gilbert?" Still nothing. A lump formed in my throat. "G-Gil?" I reached for him, but my hand went through his shoulder. He shivered and turned to me. He looked around and through me for a minute, before turning to my brother. "America, jou didn't bring any ghosts vith jou, did jou?" My heart lurched. What? "No dude, why?" I turned to my brother, my heart being ripped out of my chest.

"Nosing. It vas just cold over here is all." I stood and tried to grab his shoulders, but my hands went right through him. Tears flowed from my eyes. "Gilbert?!" I said hestarically. He just stared on at the other countries. "Gilbert!" I yelled. I ran around him, trying to get his attention, but he didn't notice me. Dread filled me. Betrayal. Agonizing lonleyness. "Gilbert notice me! P-please!" I bent down and looked into his eyes. He didn't see me. The voices rang out in my mind. We told you so. He's just like the rest. He forgot you. I reached for Gilbert feebly again, wanting to shake him silly.

Tears ran like rivers from my eyes when my hands went through his shoulders again. "No! No you promised!" I screamed at him. "You promised that you wouldn't ignore me!" I sniffled and wiped my face with my sleeve. "You said that you wouldn't leave me alone! You promised!" My face flushed from the volume of my voice, tainting it red. "Gilbert please! Listen to me! Please!" My voice was raspy from yelling. "Please... Don't leave me all alone... Please..." The other countries at the table got up to leave. My puffy eyes widened and I jumped to the door, standing in front of it.

The room dimmed and lightning flashed in the windows. Alfred was the first to the door. He didn't slow his pace as he reached, right through me, for the doorknob. I stared in horror as the others followed suit, and walked right through me. I pulled the gun out of the holster under my coat and aimed it at my head. Gilbert was headed right for me. "Gilbert..." I tried one last time. "Please see me... Don't leave me alone... I don't want to be alone again... Please..." It didn't faze him. He stared right ahead and walked through me. My heart was pierced by daggers that turned into chainsaws. I fell to my knees, my heart torn to shreds, and pulled the trigger.

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~Gilbert POV.

I placed Matthieu in his bed, watching him mumble incoherent things in his sleep. I sighed and smiled slightly. Awe... So cute. I kissed the top of his head and left his room, walking down to the living room to watch tv. But I couldn't watch it. Deep in my gut, something felt... wrong. I walked around the house, checking the windows and doors, then each of the rooms. Nothing was out of place. "Then vhat's vrong?" I wondered aloud. It was quiet for another half hour or so, when the house got very cold. Out of nowhere, rain battered the side of the house, thunder sounding from far off.

The colder the house got, the harder the rain poured. I shivered and got up off the couch, when something froze me in my tracks. "AHHHHHHHH!" The scream was blood curtling and my blood ran cold. I whiped my head to the stairs. "Matthieu?!" I began to run to the stairs, tripping on one or two in the process. Another scream sounded with broken sobbs. Oh no! Vhat's vrong?! Thunder sounded once again, shaking the house. I ripped open Matthieu's door to see him tangled up in the sheets, clutching his head and crying out loudly. In between his screams he would yell out 'No!' at the top of his lungs.

He started to whip around in the sheets, yelling out in terror and clawing at them. I ran to his aid and took off the sheets. He then madly started to claw at his wrists, trying to break the thin scabs over the healing cuts. "No! Matthieu! Listen to me!" I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. He screamed louder and tried to get out of my grip. "Gott verdammt!" I climbed ontop of him and pinned his body down with mine, struggling to get him to stop moving. Finally his limbs gave out, and he was reduced to a sobbing, snivling mess. "Matthieu, look at me!" I demanded.

His violet eyes opened and I saw the whites of his eyes. They were bloodshot and barely white. He sniffled more and started to cry harder. I let go of his wrists and cupped his face, keeping my eyes locked with his. "Vhat's vrong? Vhat happened?" His thin arms wrapped around me and hugged me tight. "D-don't go! S-stay h-here w-with m-me! I-I d-don't want t-to b-be al-alone!" He sobbed into my shoulder. I rolled off him and hugged him into my chest. "Vhat happened Birdie?" I asked into his ear. He sniffled for a while before answering. "Y-you didn't s-see m-me. Y-you w-walked right th-through me. Y-you d-didn't c-care that I-I had a-a gun."

My blood ran cold again. "J-jou shot me?" I asked. "No! I-I shot m-me! I-I begged you t-to see me! B-but you i-ignored me!" I hugged him tighter, tears growing in my eyes. "I-it was so r-real..." I felt sick to my stomach. He really doesn't want to be alone. I leaned down and kissed the top of his head. He's at his breaking point. "I von't leave jou. It vas just a dream. I'll stay here vith jou." I had a bad thought. What if he cut again? "Birdie, show me jour arms." He stiffened a little bit, then pulled his arms back and showed me his wrists. I sat up and pulled him up aswell, hoping he didn't.

Other than the marks his nails made, no cuts. But why did he tense up when I asked him to show me his arms? I looked at his eyes, which were flitting about the room, not meeting my gaze. He cut. "Vhere are zhey?" He bit his lip and looked down. "I- umm." I grew nervious. "Birdie, vhere are zhey?" I let go of his arms and they imediatly wrapped over his chest protectivly. He didn't. My eyes widened. "Move jour arms." He closed his eyes tightly. Slowly, his arms rested at his side. I reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He turned his head to the side and bit his lip harder.

There, crossing over his pale chest, were two very angry, very red lines. I touched one of them and Matthieu flinched. The skin was hot to the touch and rough. I looked back up into his eyes. My eyes were horrified, and his scared. "V-vhy?" He closed his eyes tightly. "Y-you weren't supose to find out. T-they said to cut where you wouldn't see." I hugged him tight and didn't let him go. I was wrong. I thought as he hugged me back just as tightly. He's over the breaking point.

~ I have updated again! I am soo happy! (Yay me!) Anyway, I wrote this chappy to the song 'People like us' by Kelly Clarkson (Great artist btw!) and think that it fits the events. I imagine Gilbert singing this to Matthieu when he's sad.

Question time! Who would you rather as a friend? 2P!England or Russia?

It's hard for me to decide because I love them both! But I would have to go with Russia. He just so cute! Also, he tall. I'm pretty tall and I hate looking down on people and it would be nice looking up at some one for a change. But it would be cool having 2P!England as a friend. Imagine the dead bodies of your enimies at your feet! Did that sound too psychotic? Hehe~! XD

Anywho! Hope you liked this chaper! Till next time!