Arthur Kirkland.
Arthur the friendless.
Arthur the crazy.
Arthur the pixie lover.
Arthur the fag.
He would teach them.
They would never mock him again.
They would never make fun of his friends.
They would see his friends were real.
They would all die.
They would face the wrath of his friends.
He would cause it.
He walked into his garage.
He grabbed his black magic book.
He split the blood.
He summoned the demon.
He created the pact.
He controlled the demon's power.
His aura was stained black.
His friends backed away.
But still they followed when he left.
He grabbed his gun.
He grabbed his knife.
He went back to school.
He walked down the hall.
He walked past teachers.
He walked past students.
The got out of his way.
They could see hell.
They could see their death.
They ran.
He kept on walking.
He reached the assembly hall.
He opened the doors.
He walked down the aisles.
He reached the stage.
People were booing him.
They would soon learn.
He walked to the mic.
The gun was in his hand.
He didn't use it.
The principal tried to stop him.
He raised his other hand.
The principal now has a hole in his chest.
No one could stop him.
He turned to the crowd.
He saw his oppressors.
Francis Bonnefoy.
Antonio Carriedo
Gilbert Weilschmidt
The Bad Friend Trio.
He raised his hand.
He watched satisfactorily as they screamed.
He watched as they died.
Someone punched him.
He turned.
Alfred was on the stage.
The hero was reaching for him.
He knocked the gun out of his hand.
Arthur reached for the gun.
Alfred reached for the gun.
Time blurred.
A shot rang out.
The screaming stopped.
The silence was deafening.
Arthur looked at his white shirt slowly turning red with blood.
He looked at Alfred.
Alfred who held the gun.
He collapsed to his knees.
Alfred dropped the gun.
He grabbed his friend as he fell.
Alfred held him close.
Arthur tried to whisper something.
Alfred leaned closer.
The knife enter Arthur's hand
A sharp pain entered his chest.
Alfred looked down.
The knife was in his torso.
His eyes met Arthur's.
All was silent except for the Pixie man.
Welcome to my Hell.
As odd as this sounds i was not in a emo mood last night, but i re-watched the episode where France calls England friendless and i got really sad (BUT NOT EMO). Arthur must have it rough he's old... any way after that i was looking at the hetalia school game and I was like hey everyone here hates england too! awww too much england hate HEY WAIT!! what do all really depressed kids do a their schools if they are suidal? And that's where this comes from. Arthur forgets that he does have one friend however but ends up taking Alfred with him to the death :(... WHY AM I SO EMO!?
Anywho read and review. Any questions just ask! But no flames plz even though i like my campfires i would really rather not...
~Bombayxprodigy
~Blackash5