Summary: Haunted by a tragedy of the past and constant bullying at a school full of rich kids, Alfred hides all his pain behind a mask of happiness. What happens when his tormentor – a certain "awesome" Prussian – finds out about his secrets?
Warnings: Rating may go up (smut), swearing, violence/blood, depressed!Alfred (so there's mentioning of suicide, touchy subjects on certain disorders, etc.), bullying
Chapter One
Alfred's P.O.V
"Mattie, Mattie… No, please! Mattie!"
Rain obscured all sight. The world flittered by in flashes of shadowed asphalt, screeching tires, and the terrible, terrible crack of metal.
Or was that bone?
Pain seared white-hot, but the only thing on his mind was cream blond hair and blue – almost violet – eyes disappearing beneath pale flesh. Lenses that helped him see were suddenly gone and there was scarlet staining the imagery shown to him.
And oh God, why was there that awful metallic scent attacking his sense of smell? It melded into that burning rubber scent.
Distantly, voices were shouting at one another over the pitter-pattering of the rain and the roar of the blood in his ears. He felt pain explode where hands gripped him, dragging him out of the wreck that was obscured by the rain. Why were they helping him out the wreck? Why weren't they helping Mattie? Mattie needed help more than he did! And oh God, where were his parents? They surely survived, didn't they? Yeah, they were his parents - his invincible dad and caring mother. They'd be waiting for him when he woke up at the hospital...right? No, he saw Mattie. He saw the condition Mattie was in. Mattie needed help more than he did!
Thrashing about, he fought back, screaming for them to help Mattie because God, there was so much blood and all that was flashing through his mind was crumpled metal, shattered car windows, and a blood-stained face behind fragmented glass.
Fear had his heart pounding wildly as he imagined a future with no blue-violet eyes, no soft-spoken voice, and no supportive smile.
"MATTIE!"
I sat up, gasping. Sweat trickled down the side of my face as the traumatizing memory replayed maliciously in my head, a dream – no, nightmare – that refused to leave. Clutching my sweaty forehead with my too-warm hand, I leaned forward. Nausea washed over me, my stomach roiling with sickening images that scared me near to death.
Shifting my gaze, I looked out the window beside my bed; however, the cars parked like silent monsters outside made me turn my head…which was a mistake.
My eyes landed on the neatly made twin bed on the other side of the room, wrapped in shadows and wailing at me; blaming me for two years' worth of emptiness and lack of use.
Body moving on its own accord, I tore the sheets off my sweaty self and stumbled the five feet to the opposite bed. Collapsing onto the floor, I buried my face into the sheets and cried; sob after sob wracking my entire frame as I screamed my apologies and sorrows to ears that weren't present.
A/N: Oh gosh, angsty fanfic is angsty. So...my first ever PruMerica/PrUS/PruAme/whatever-the-"official"-name-is fic even though I'm a strong RusAme supporter. But as I've said before, "Ship Everything and Regret Nothing"! Hahaha...it sounds kind of cliche to me, but whatever. ) This isn't so much of a first chapter as a sort of introductory chapter. Shows what kind of crap my AU!Alfred is going through. ^^;; Hope you...liked it? Sorry it's so short. I'll try to make it longer!
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