We pass a cop car or two on our way home, heading towards the shopping market. We stop at three stop lights, and one stop sign before reaching our destination. We took two lefts and a right. I hobble into the home, still shaking. Cammie comes to greet us at the door.
“Hey, you guys are back! Did you get me some- What’s wrong?” She stops dead when she notices me.
“I-it’s… Nothing… I just- I was…” I stutter, before Arthur comes in.
“It’s something personal.” He declines. “She’ll tell you if she wants you to know.” I nod weakly, moving to my room and crawling into the bed. I huddle into the blankets, and there, I cry softly.
After a few trips in and out of the house, I hear Arthur finally shut the door and begin putting everything away. I nuzzle into the now wet spot on my pillow, a blank emptiness filling my stomach. Why couldn’t I have been safer, less… traumatized? I wish I had lived a normal life, with a mother and father who cared for me, a great sister and step brother who would spoil me like an aunt or uncle would… I would have grown up, going to school, getting an education, and would have went to college under whatever I loved to do most, and eventually would have found a nice boy who would only want to go further when I did-
“Tally, are you okay? How are you feeling?” Arthur is suddenly in my room, I didn’t see him enter through the door.
“…I’m feeling- Well… Y’know…” I smile, and try to make a decent sentence, maybe even lie and release an ‘I’m okay’ or an ‘I’m feeling better, stop worrying’ but… I feel my smile crumple as I release a new batch of sniffles and tears. I sit up, under the large blanket, and rub one eye, trying to get myself to stop crying. “I-It’s… Not t-that bad… I-I… don’t know why I’m c-crying…” I whimper. He’s silent, standing stock still, looking down.
“I-I…” He stutters a little, before clearing his throat. “I ordered some pizza, if you do happen to get hungry.” I gulp around the lump in my throat, sniffling. I give a small nod.
“O-okay.” He leaves abruptly. I lean my head down, crying harder.
Showering takes nearly two hours, and it’s nine when I actually come out of my room to grab something to eat. I’m in the kitchen, piling up some pizza on a plate, when I hear Arthur talking.
“…I just… I need to talk to somebody about this.” He spits. I peek into the sitting room, to see him angrily pacing, a phone to his ear. He glances over, and I hide before he can see me. “What was that? Oh… Well… Have you ever had… A hatred and disappointment for one of your people? … Oh, no reason, I just… I stopped a man from …raping… someone today… In my own country! What happened to the civilized gentlemen that once paroled these streets?” He rages, and I hear the soft wheeze of him dropping onto the couch. “Is it common to hate one of your own people? Because I really am frustrated because of this, I can’t believe someone would actually try to do that to Tal- t-that girl.” I remain silent, slowly picking up my plate from the table where I left it. “Do you think it’s a bad thing as a country, to hate your own? Oh… Oh yes, that helps plenty, frog.” He’s talking to Francis. About my problems. My cheeks heat as I slowly begin to slink down the hall. I quietly close the door, and forget about Arthur, relying on the lukewarm pepperoni to get me through everything. I eat my four slices slowly, enjoying the flavor. Although I eat slowly, the food is gone within minutes. I get into some sweats and a baggy t-shirt, curling up into my bed. Quickly and emotionlessly, I fall asleep.
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The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)
Fanfic"What if... All of the worlds countries... Were people? And, to top it off, they followed all of their countries stereotypes?" Tally doesn't remember much after running away at the age of thirteen and travelling around the world. When she finds a my...
