Stitching Wounds

Stiching Wounds 1

Hi! It's my first story!! An l love this shipping (US X UK) don't hate please, ok?

Sadly I don't own Hetalia or every episode would be filled with YAOI!

WARNINGS!!~ This is a yaoi (boyxboy). Plus there's bad language. Also some self harm.
DON'T LIKE? EASY FIX.
DON'T READ!!

Thanks!! Enjoy!!

~~~~~~~~Alfred's POV.~~~~~~~
I had finally told people that I am gay and had been for a while now. Worst choice I had ever made. My family suddenly cut all ties with me and didn't contact me. Then all my friends said they where uncomfortable around me or called me a fag, homo, quire and left me too.

I now lived in a shitty apartment that I'm about to lose. I had lost my job and was now poor. I had to face it my life was over. I had lost EVERYTHING. I was sick of living on this cruel, unkind world. I was going to end my suffering.

I went to my bathroom cabinet and slowly opened the door to expose all the medication I had in there. I grabbed two bottles of random pills without looking at them. I then found a razor blade and took it with me to the kitchen. What was I going to do? Am I this desperate to die? Yes. I found at bottle of brandy and emptied the first bottle of random pills into my mouth and took a giant swig of the burning drink and repeated with the other bottle

I looked at the time and it was 8:00 P.M. I then took the blade that I had brought out of the bathroom with the pills I had just downed. With that, I pressed firmly on my skin with the sharp blade sliding smoothly across my wrist. Blood began to rush out, more than I expected, and coated my arm with the warm, thick syrup. It hurt a lot, but soon turned into a reliving feeling that made me almost smile at the pain.

BANG BANG BANG!
"Alfred F. Jones, your way overdue on your rent!" The thick british accent gave it away that it was my landlord yelling and banging on door.
"Hello, I need you pay or get out you bloody git!" the Brit yelled once more. I was soon seeing black blotches in my sight. Shit I was going to pass out. Right then I heard my door squeak open and bang on the wall as I heard foot steps walk in my crappy apartment.
"Oh my god!" I hears the Brit screech upon finding me in a puddle of blood and brandy with empty pill bottles surrounding me. I saw him pull out his phone dialing most likely 911. I tried to stop him but passed out.

My eyes flickered open at the sound of nurses and doctors chattering to one another. I looked at my room an found a sleeping Brit. He had blond hair a little lighter than my own sandy blond. He also had these ridiculously, thick eyebrows. He looked really cut- WHAT!? NO I MUSTN'T THINK OF MY LANDLORD THAT WAY!
"Your awake, good" the Brit opened his eyes to reveal his bright, emerald eyes.
"D-did you stay here with me?" I forced myself to say to break the awkward silence.
"Well after I saw you on the floor like that I just wanted to make sure you where ok."
"Well thanks to you I'm alive." I scoffed at him cause I really didn't want to be saved at all.
"Why did you do it?" I focused my attention back no him confused on what the Brit was asking.
"What do you mean?"
"Why did hurt yourself?" at that question all I could think of was all the shit I was put through and I started to feel tears stinging my eyes as I try holding them back. I failed. I started to sob loudly front of my landlord who ruined my plans to end my life.

When I finally calmed down my doctor came in and told me that I would have to be put on watch so I don't do that again, but I had no one in my life that would watch me. I was going to have to stay in the hospital till I was mentally stable
"He lives in my apartments I'll watch him." I snapped my head and faced the Brit. He was going to watch me so I didn't have to stay in the hospital.
"Y-you don't have to." I replied letting him know that it was ok.
"It's fine." he answered and the doctor walked out for a second and back in with my discharge papers. The Brit filled it out and walked me out to his car and turned on the engine.
"Why did you take me in?" I probably sounded rude but was very curious of to why he would help me.
"Cause you needed help." He replied and everything fell silence for a few, what felt like hours, awkward minutes.
"My names Arthur by the way, and if I can recall your name is Alfred?" I nodded my head in reply.

We finally reached the apartments and passed my door. Suddenly memories flooded my mind with what happened last night and why I had attempted what I did. I lost it. I completely broke down and started crying, making my eyes all red and puffy. I heard the Brit come by my side to console me, telling me that I was ok. I looked up into the emerald eyes of the Brit and I don't know why, but I jumped up and hugged him sobbing into his shoulder. What shocked me was that he had actually hugged me back and we stayed there for a while till had stopped and claimed down. We walked into his apartment and he helped me settle in.
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Phew my first story! I know I made Alfred a sad and emo. But he's going through some tuff emotional problems. Don't worry in the end he will be that obnoxious, loud American we all love soon.
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