"Fatass!" A nation whispers harshly as Alfred stands in front about to give his presentation. He pushes 'Texas' up closer to his sky-blue eyes that seem dull with every whisper behind his back.

"How many Americans does it take to see the number on the weight?" Another whisper to another.

"How many?" The person snickers as the other shrugs.

"None! They all so fat to even look down!" There was a quiet laughter as Alfred holds his pants leg as he tries to keep from crying from their rude comments. Looking around, he could notice no one standing up for him, or taking his side. They either were looking away and not wanting to stop. Other were joint in and laughing at him. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from yelling at everyone that was making fun of him and his country. No, a hero must stay strong, no matter what the world throws at him. He swallows blood as he fake smiles at everyone.

"To stop to global warming...we can build a giant robot hero that will save everyone!" Alfred smiles fades slightly as most the nations laugh at his idea, or calls him an idiot. It wasn't really his idea,but it was worth a try. Out the corner of his eyes, he flinches as Arthur cross his arms and laughs harshly.

"Did all the fatty food you eat every second finally killed your idiot brain, you git!" Arthur nudges Francis as he smirks at Alfred. Francis sips slowly on some wine as he watches Alfred.

"Haahaa! Nice one dude!" Alfred forces a laugh as he holds in tears. Heroes do not show weakness. "Didn't see that joke coming."

"I bet neither did your scale when you step on it!" Romano comments rudely.

"Enough." Ludwig hisses as he quiets the room down as Alfred walks back to his seat. "On to another topic..."

Alfred blocks out the rest of the meeting as he lays his head on the table. Flinching when he felt paper balls being thrown at him. Looking up, he notice that the ones who throw them were Gilbert and Ivan. They smirk as they silently laughs at him. Open them, Alfred cringe as he looks at the picture. It was him eating all of hamburgers, then the back page was him exploding from eating too much. He smiles at them as a thank you before hiding them in his suitcase. He keep looking at the clock, counting down the seconds the meeting was done.

~In Alfred's house in D.C~

As Alfred sits on the cold tile floor as he had the razor in his fingers as he leans against the mouth dry and foul breath from puking out what he had just eaten. He sniffles as tears stain his cheeks as he cries. Leaning his head against the chilly wall in his empty bathroom. He presses the blade into his arm, he slices quickly. Not even flinching as he cuts.

Slash

Fat

Slash

Idiot

Slash

Ugly

Alfred stares at the blood on his arm as he calms his breathing down. Hey fatso...how many hamburgers did you have today? Alfred whines as the voice in his head starts to sound like Arthur. Look at him...he's so pathetic and unawesome. That one sounded like Gilbert as he stands up and looks at himself in the mirror. He had dark rings around his eyes, and there was sweat all over his face. his dull blue eyes were puffy. Picking up the razor, he turns on the water as he washes the evidence away. Opening his medicine cabinet, he pulls out wraps and anti-bacterial medicine. Quickly wrapping his arm, Alfred puts his jacket on to hide them as he walks down the stairs. Standing in front of him was 6 of his children, or States. They look at him cheerfully as they smile at him. Most of them were holding flowers as they walk slowly towards him. He puts on his 'father' mask as he open his arms for a hug from the 6. He carefully makes sure the cuts could not be seen as he hugs them tightly.


I dont own hetalia...i tried to make this a bit longer...im trying update my stories.