Yellow my friends! I know I've only just started a Vocaloid fic..but I couldn't help but start a Hetalia fanfic because I love USUK sooo much! *-*
So if the beginning Prologue seems a little familiar...well it might not...but if it does, and somehow you managed to catch on, know that I didn't mean to 'steal' it. No it isn't from another fanfic...but I could've made this story a crossover let's just say. But it doesn't seem that similar to me, so I decided not to.
I'm not really sure what POV this is in...let's just say mostly Alfred's and Arthur's...sometimes the other Hetalia characters too.
WARNING: There is boyxboy in this, so if you no likey, you may leavy as I put it. x3 Also there is minor violence and a suicide act. Also will be future possible violence or threats...so you have been warned! :P
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia
Anyway...please enjoy! :)
Prologue
A messy-blonde-haired boy, with usually defiant green eyes towards other's unhealthy and hazardous habits, and usually an irritable and stern air about him, now stood upon the school's top floor's concrete ledge, the storm of wind whipping his hair around like a monsoon, compelling the wisps of hair to appear even messier. Today, he had a grim look in his eyes and everything seemed comical...in a bitter way. And Arthur therefore felt quite a bit of irony and hysteria in this situation. It was probably due to the daze he was feeling from this alarming astonishment of what he was to do at this very moment and how quickly he was to pull it off.
He watched the taller but younger as he gawked at Arthur in astonishment and disbelief. Arthur swayed on the edge of the building, his feet and legs wavering and shaking in fear as he looked at Alfred, and tenderly smiled, as if assuring him it would all be okay. He hoped that was enough to convince him.
But really his heart thudded in his lower gut as he stood stiff and tense on the edge, fearful that if he moved at all that that was the last he'd ever see of his dearest Alfred.
"Blimey…" Arthur laughed shakily as he stared longingly into Alfred's panicked, big blue eyes. "I never thought I'd end up eight meters high on the edge of the school building, this morning. Threatening to jump, no less. That just sounds bloody absurd/ludicrous if you ask me." The brit gave another weak laugh and was instantly silenced as he felt wind rush through him, rocking his stance, causing him to wince as his heart sped up.
Why had he chosen to do this on a gusty day? Well, it's not like he'd chosen to…far from chosen, actually. He'd hardly had a say in the matter.
"Artie…don't do this! Why are you doing this?" The taller blonde with the glasses who always had a quirky and overjoyed grin on his face, that had seemed childish and annoying to the Englishman-but really just one of the things he loved most about him-was not there today. It was replaced with a look of horror and distress. Those shining eyes that always had life in them, were now wrecked with a red puffy look under them and welling up tears that fell down his pink cheeks.
Or at least Arthur thought that those tears wrecked his beautiful, blue doe eyes. Although, he knew that was just his stubbornness talking. He knew it actually meant a lot to him that Alfred was pained so deeply at his act of suicide, and it made him long that he didn't have to do so. He wanted so badly to walk down from that ledge, rush over to where Alfred stood and wrap his arms around the big mess. To let those big arms hold him safely to that familiar chest, and to tell Alfred that everything would be fine and that all of this was just a big, stupid joke.
But he knew he couldn't do that. Like he'd mentioned before…he had no choice in the matter. If he didn't…well he didn't want to have to think about what would happen if he didn't. Even the thought had him choke up.
Why did he have to make so many friends the last year of school? He used to be the quiet, stubborn boy who kept to himself. Who did all his assignments on time; who had a perfect GPA; who had a perfectly ignorant approval, but good distance, from his family. Why couldn't he have just not been saved by the stupid git, who stood in front of him at this moment, from all that bullying?
It wasn't like it had hurt him at all…he was fine with being picked on-he'd just brush it off like he'd been doing...before all this silly friendship nonsense. No problem. He could've dealt with it without anyone else's help. He was used to being alone, after all...
If all of that hadn't happened…maybe he wouldn't have developed this silly little crush on his hero who'd saved him. Then maybe it wouldn't have turned into something raging like a wildfire…something so much more. Why had he had to fall in love, so much, with Alfred this year at school?
Arthur walked through the halls at a fast pace, his books clutched in his hands as he yawned, his hair tussled and mussed from not brushing it, a little tired from the night before after late night studying. Arthur yawned once more as he looked over and saw them. He kept a straight face, his eyebrows adding to how serious and determined he looked. This time he was going to ignore the damned bastards. He didn't need to waste time on those incompetent gits anyway. Especially only after third period.
Noticing the reckless, troublesome, and thoughtless behavior of them as they stuck gum to the walls and made other students do their homework, the brit looked down at the ground as he passed the group, hoping to be unnoticed. Although Arthur had to strongly suppress the desire to express his irritation at their unpleasantness, he bit down on his lip and kept walking swiftly.
"Hey you!" One of the tougher and more obnoxious brown haired boys yelled, although the Englishman was only a meter or two away.
"Yes?" Arthur looked up, sighing.
"You're a stickler, right? One of those annoying nerds who always has to point out the 'right thing' or whatever?"
Arthur grunted at what he'd said. What the hell? "I am not. But I know what you are."
"Oh yeah?" The guy looked at Arthur, daring him to continue his thoughts.
"You're all thick dimwits who have nothing better to do than to mess around in the halls and classrooms and burden other's education!" Arthur exclaimed in a burst and suddenly found the guy rushing up to him, slamming his back into a locker. People by those lockers gasped and moved away at the sudden fight that had broken out in the halls.
"Say that again and I won't forgive you." The guy threatened him, sneering with clenched teeth.
The people on the brunette's side were now cheering on the fight and soon there was a circle around the two.
"Bloody thick, is what you are." Arthur breathed out in a mutter under his breath, irritated at the nerve of this guy.
Arthur felt a punch suddenly strike his cheek. He winced at the pain and reached up to his face. It was all happening so fast, and as he looked around him at the shouts and laughing-all excited kids, Arthur wondered, Did they not care what happened to him at all?
Of course not, he told himself. He had no friends, and plenty of people found his being a stickler for the rules agitating. He knew all the glares he got from students in the school, if he was lucky enough to be noticed anyway, and how it was no surprise no one cared. He was completely alone and that was they way it had always been, and would continue to stay.
It was no new information to Arthur. If someone asked him if he was alone, like his brothers had in the past, he would immediately deny the fact, acting as if it were preposterous, with a slight blush on his face. But Arthur had come to terms with it. It was fine! …really. It was…
Who was he trying to convince here? He wondered and stopped his thoughts from rambling any longer.
Arthur blinked back to the angered boy in front of him.
"Do you think I'm a dimwit now?" The guy chuckled, looking smugly down at Arthur, as he punched Arthur in the face once more. Arthur felt his nose crack.
Ow! Arthur whimpered at the pain, trying to reach up to protect his nose. God it hurt like hell! But quickly, and untimely, after, the guy punched Arthur's face once more and demanded for an answer, "Huh?" Arthur gave no answer, just stood there, a weak glare on his face as he tried to recover from the splitting pain.
Arthur spat blood from his mouth at the guy's face. This person really was an incompetent git. Starting a fight like this proved he had no sense in the world; it was an act of foolishness that would only send him to the principle's office.
In retort to Arthur's silent act, and the blood that had infuriated the him, the guy recoiled his clenched fist and uppercut the brit right in the gut.
Arthur found himself doubling over, clutching his stomach in agony. The guy smirked and grabbed onto Arthur's shoulder and slammed his fist right in his stomach again and again.
The fourth time, Arthur felt as if he was going to be sick, and holding his sides, he spewed more blood, this time a larger amount, on the white, linoleum, hallway tiles.
The brunette sneered at the smaller Englishman now pressed up against the locker and slowly sinking to the floor.
Arthur hoped he would be done soon so that he could get a hold of himself and clean up before the next bell rung.
The guy took a hold of the brit's collar and held him up higher for better 'access'. He yanked back his fist once more, Arthur wincing for the next blow.
But, as he closed his eyes, there came none. Arthur opened his frightened but surprised green eyes wide as soon as a disapproving voice spoke, "What are you doing to my friend?" A hand had stopped the punch from commencing, gripping the guy's forearm in midair, before it had reached Arthur.
Arthur looked up, shocked at what this person had said. He was shocked at someone actually intervening at all. The others around them were also at a loss for words.
Arthur knew this person-the blonde hair, the big, twinkling blue eyes, the glasses, the taller and more muscular figure than his own. He'd known him since he was a kid-a childhood friend you could say. Except that they didn't talk much these days. Arthur knew he was loud and obnoxiously happy and kid-ish all the time, but that was about it. He would have never called them 'friends'.
Alfred was suddenly punched in the face by the brunette, as he was looking at Alfred, worriedly distracted.
"What's your problem, bro?" Alfred looked at the brunette, a frown on his face. "Go pick on someone else before I show you how a real hero fights." Alfred pushed the guy away, annoyed at how quickly this guy was to lift a fist to another.
Everyone then walked off, the guy pissed at the interference, leaving the two alone. He obviously didn't want to test his luck against Alfred.
"You okay there, Arthur?" Alfred looked down at Arthur, feeling concern for the old time friend of his.
"Y-yes." Arthur looked up at Alfred, blushing. Why on earth was he blushing? God damnit.
Arthur found he had collapsed to the ground the moment the guy had let go of him. He was now breathing hard, his heart beating fast. He wiped his nose and mouth on his white sleeve and cursed. Bloody hell! He'd never get this blood out. Arthur felt a wave of relief at sitting down and realized he'd actually been startled at what had been commencing so fast. He also realized he felt slightly dizzy now and really overwhelmed.
"T-thank you. You really saved me there, Alfred." Arthur looked up at the blonde, standing above him. Alfred was actually kind of…handsome. The way he wore glasses over those big, sparkling blue eyes. Kind of cute with the curl in his hair and the way he always smiled so childishly. Arthur felt his head turn slightly to the side, captured by the American's visage. Why had he never noticed it before?
Alfred watched as the brit looked at him almost awe-struck. "Yeah! No problem, broski! I was your hero today, huh!" Alfred winked at Arthur with a delighted smirk on his face. And he watched as Arthur turned red. Alfred felt a blush creeping up on his cheeks too. Was that a weird thing to say? He wasn't quite sure…oh well.
Arthur watched Alfred rub the back of his head, chuckling. Yeah…he definitely was cute. Arthur felt his blush deepen as his heart beat faster, this time not because of the thrill of the fight.
"Need a hand up?" Alfred offered his hand as Arthur wiped his mouth once more-this time using his hand-and took the help up.
"Thanks." Arthur mumbled, still a little embarrassed. "I really was in trouble there. I appreciate it." Arthur kept hold of Alfred's hand and big eyes for a second longer than people usually would have. Blushing, he shook his head, brushed off his jeans and grabbed his books from the ground, trying to not let Alfred see his blush. God damnit…what was up with him today? Why did Alfred make him feel so…butterfly-ish?
"Anytime, bro!" Alfred grinned, feeling like a real hero now. Then he became curious, "Why were you in that mess anyway, bruh?"
"Just a difference of personalities makes us clash a lot-we disagree all the time. Although it's never gotten to be that bad before…" Arthur tailed off, a little shaken by thinking about it.
"Why didn't anyone stop it?" Alfred asked, clueless. No one was that mean to let Arthur suffer like that...right?
Arthur looked into Alfred's curious blue eyes, blushed again and looked to the ground in embarrassment. "Uh…no reason." He cleared his throat, looking for a way to say it. "I just have a whole lot more enemies like that than friends, let's just say." He hoped that would be enough of an answer for Alfred-why was he telling this to him anyway? Was it because he was the only friend he had? –If you could call them friends. Why did Alfred call him is friend anyway? Arthur and him never really spoke much afterall.
Alfred frowned at Arthur's response, not completely understanding…wasn't it a hard life to have with more enemies than friends? He sure couldn't imagine it…it sounded awful and he felt sympathy for the poor dude.
The he had a perfect idea.
"Dude! Why don't you come and join me and my friends at lunch! They're the best and everyone will definitely want to have an awesome guy like you there! Trust me, Iggy, you'll love it!" Alfred beamed-this was perfect! What a heroic thing to do! Although he had his own reasons to do it too, he must admit. He remembered Arthur since they were kids, and missed having him around. They never got to speak much, so hopefully, if he intentionally invited him to things so that their paths would cross more often, then their friendship would grow stronger!
Arthur blinked at the insane idea-but was it really that insane? It was his chance to maybe open up to people-to make some friends. To not be alone for once. Alfred was the friendliest guy he knew, and he felt as if he wanted to be near him as much as possible from now on. And to get closer to Alfred. Why was that such a big factor in this decision now? That thought made him blush, but he knew it was true.
And then another thought crossed his mind, "How the bloody hell did you get Iggy from Arthur?"
"I don't know bruh, it just makes you sound cuter!" Alfred grinned and grabbed Arthur's hand as the bell rang.
Alfred pulled Arthur along to lunch, causing Arthur to blush madly, and his heart beat faster in anticipation for meeting the others and possibly making new friends. Also at the fact that he knew he liked Alfred and had a serious head-over-heels crush for the silly hero.
So I hoped you guys enjoyed that! It always seems longer when I type it out in word...blurg. xP
And I hope to have the next chapter up soon. Please R&R! I love you guys for it! ^0^
Also if any of you did realize the prologue from the beginning..let me know. Cuz that would be very interesting and it'd probably give you some insight of how this story might go. :3
I hope the character's personalities are right...I suck at really bringing out a good strong personality in the characters. xP
Let me know if the 'big words' I used made it too confusing! (and therefore less dramatic)..I just thought it added to the story, but if it was actually just more troubling for you readers, I can go back and change it and try to not do it next time! x3 Thanks again! ^-^