A/N: this is my first ever oneshot!!! please give me criticism and encouragement as i am honestly v self conscious about my writing,,, enjoy!!))
Tw: Self-harm/suicidal thoughts. please be safe :).
3rd person- Americas view
Alfred grimaces in his sleep, the memories of the past haunting him. Gladly, his alarm saves him from the land of nightmares, and also reminds him of the cruel words that await him at the building that was basically hell.
The world conference.
Alfred groans as he hears the familiar alarm, which saved him from himself. 'Do I really want to go to this world conference?.. Well, it isn't my choice anyways.' He sighs as he stands up, bracing himself for a new day.
Alfred scams the room for a quick second, then steps to his wardrobe. 'Why do I have to wear these clothes again? Oh, right. It's just what they expect of me.'
The country grabs his normal clothes, (You would not believe how many copies he has of his own clothes!) and walks to the bathroom. He places the clothes on the closed toilet seat and undresses as the water in his shower warms up. Careful not to burn or freeze himself, he checks the water before stepping into the warm water.
The cuts that line his arms squeal in pain as he cleans them, as much as he hates himself, he doesn't want an infection. After the slightly agonizing pain, he grabs the orange razor sitting on the side of his shower. After "getting what he deserves" he washes himself, before getting out of the shower and bandaging the cuts. He quickly gets dressed and checks the time. 5:35. He styles his hair before heading downstairs. "Hey, Tony!" He says with his Hollywood smile. Tony gives him a look as Alfred claims he will bring Tony dinner home after the conference, but never mentioning himself.
The depressed man steps outside, and into his car as he ignores the kitchen.
"Let's get this show on the road."
Pretty soon, he arrives at the world conference, but, as he is usually late, he stays in his car for 2 minutes, until deciding to go into the building.
The man climbs the stairs up to the conference room, and he braces himself before going into the chaotic mess of a room.
"The hero has arrived!"
After that phrase, he walked to his seat, and sat down, his fake smile on his face.
"You bloody wanker! Why are you late? Again! Then again, I can't expect much from you, anyways." Arthur slips into a whisper at the end of his statement, not noticing how Alfreds smile quivered slightly. "He was probably out getting zat stupid Mcdonalds of his!"
Francis exclaims as Alfred replied, "Yeah, you know I can't live without it!" As he slightly cringes at his own voice.
3rd person- Germany's View
Germany slams his hands against the table, slightly angered at the insults that were thrown at Alfred. (He's totally crushing, but he just won't admit it!) As he just plays it off as getting the meeting into order.
Slight time-skip!
As he watches Yao's presentation, he finds his eyes constantly slipping back to Alfred. A couple minutes later he notices something.. Strange with the young boy. 'Why iz he constantly playing with hiz zleeves?' He made a mental note to check after the conference.
After the conference :))
The German had a brisk pace as he struggled to catch up with the young American, as Italy was annoying him after the meeting.
Thankfully, Ludwig soon caught up to Alfred and tapped him on this shoulder, careful not to alarm the boy.
(i'm to lazy to put the accent. just imagine it.)
"Alfred! I need to ask you a question about your actions during the meeting." Alfred quickly turned around at his words. "Eh? Did I do something to piss you off dude?"
"No, that's... Not it."
The American looked puzzled, "Then what was it?"
(666!) "I noticed you kept fiddling with your sleeve, why?" He looked away, "Oh- uhm- It's nothing-" "It must be something, since you look so nervous." Thats when the German took Alfreds arm and the American knew, he was found out. Alfred winced and pulled his arm away, "I told you, it's nothing!" Ludwig swiftly pulled up the sleeve. Alfred looked away as tears filled his usually bright blue eyes.
"Why?"
"It was too much Ludwig. I-I couldn't handle all the insults- I'm sorry-" His words blurred together as he spoke, but he got cut off but something rare.
Germany hugged him.
Alfred could tell he was crying, "Why are you cryin-" "You didn't deserve it. I'm so sorry." America took him by his shoulders and pulled him close, soon after, they were locked in a kiss. Not a list filled one, no, a love filled kiss. "It isn't your fault." Germany, still shocked, whispered something that they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
"I love you."
(A/N and there we go! sorry it took so long and it's so short,,, i just lost motivation in the middle and got back to it tonight ahah. Votes and Comments r appreciated!! Peace out!)
