The knife was inches away from his wrist. His hand was shaking terribly, and his breath was harsh and rapid. The tip of the blade rested gently atop the beautifully pale smooth skin, just barely avoiding breaking the skin. Beautiful emerald eyes were welled with unshed tears, while soft pink lips were pressed tightly together to stop from crying aloud.
Arthur Kirkland was done. With everything. No more hurting. No more lonely nights full of longing. No more watching how happy everyone else was. He didn't want to do this anymore. Being a country…it was a curse. He'd lived to see so many terrible things. Throughout the thousand or so years that he'd lived, nothing had changed. Humans were still the same as ever, greedy. They still fought over silly things like religion and race.
All of the other countries hated him. He was friendless as always. Just a small island nation, not even connected to Europe physically. Where had the good days gone? Why couldn't he be strong again? Back in his mighty empire days he'd felt to powerful..so alive! Oh, how he wanted to feel that way again! But of course, there were no empires. Just over glorified stupid super power nations, like America and China.
The tip pressed down a little harder, finally breaking the skip. A small dollop of blood emerged from the wound. Goodness it was so bright. It was as pretty and red as a cherry! A small smile formed across the nation's lips, and he pressed a bit deeper, expanding the cut.
A doorknob was rattling. Was somebody shouting his name? Oh well, not like he gave a shit anymore. He ran a finger over the dots of blood that were dripping from the fresh cut. So red…so pretty…so nice. Tears were finally running down his face. It would end today. Soon his beautiful blood would be all over the floor. If anymore found him, they would see how pretty he was, covered in red. Just like his old uniform back during the Revolutionary War!
Suddenly there was a loud crack, and the heavy oak door swung open forcefully, banging harshly against the wall. He stood there in the doorway, so powerful, so beautiful, so angry.
"Arthur, you drop that knife right now!" He demands sharply, with such menace in his voice that Arthur flinches. The knife slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor, the clattering sound echoing form the bathroom walls.
Before he could say anything strong arms wrapped around him, and he was pressed against a warm chest. "Arthur…Artie…you're okay. It's okay now. Shh, I've got you sweetheart."
Arthur then realized how loud he was crying. He sobbed loudly into the other's chest while the other rocked him, kissing his forehead and murmuring about how everything was all better.
He was saved…he was saved!
Alfred had saved him.
Just a short thing I wrote in school today when I had some spare time. Sorry it's so depressing(: Btw, I'm working on my other Hetalia stories, so have patience! Things have just been busy.
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