Summary: Partner fic with Breathless. Arthur's life was a mess. His father loathed him, his classmates taunted him, his bullies were killing him and his friends were just imaginary. He has nothing to live for. And he wanted it to end. Climbing to the roof, he contemplates. Will he or will he not? He knew.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or its characters

Warning(s): Unbetaed, mild swearing, character death, angst and suicide (attempt)

Chapter X: Route I

Date: September 19, 20XX, Monday

Location: Hetalia World Academy, Rooftop,

Time: 4:55pm

Arthur propped his elbows down on a loosely hanged chain, squeaking as it was swung back and forth due to an additional weight, and looked down to observed what was beneath him.

The football team were practicing on the grounds, preparing for their next tournament on the coming weekend, and it was shown on each players' faces that there was a burning passion—excitement—lingering behind those eyes that were serious and trained to look at the battle field. Arthur knew it was because they were chosen to represent the whole city and held pride upon it as they were as honored, and shook his head without any surprise from the team.

After all, their football team were the best among the division, often chosen to compete on either regional or national competitions and because of that, they were always practicing.

And Arthur keeps on watching them not because his father's cousin's son, Alfred—the jock, the idiot, the self-proclaimed hero ("then why couldn't he save me?")— was there, but because they had once tried to ask him for funds for both transportation and food supplies.

He was suspicious of the request because the vehicles that would be used would be paid by the school, not the club, and second, there were too many buffoons hanging on the team (a few were known to be swindlers) and last, he knew how to take precautions specially that he held regard of his self-policy that trust was a fragile thing and once broken, it can never be the same.

So he didn't heed to grant their wishes that easily and 'talked' to them it was still on process due to 'high maintenance security managing' it has to undergo to when in fact, he just threw it on the deepest part of the council office where he disposes any other useless requests.

He knew he was going to be in big trouble once they found out about it, but Arthur no longer cared.

Particularly, he no longer cared if they would suddenly barge into his office demanding the funds and such, nor does no longer care if they would try to lash their anger on him, kicking and beating him until they had enough.

He no longer cared if his so-ever-kindly father would be left alone on a cold lonely apartment (besides his father was too much of a bas** to at least realize that), as he no longer cared if he suddenly jumped off the roof, ending his short, cruel yet youthful life without saying any goodbyes or writing any suicidal notes because now, Arthur had enough.

He doesn't care if people would blame themselves for his loss, because they are.

They were the ones who broke him, beating him useless and cold on the floor and made fun of his 'imaginary friends'—Robin Good fellow, Unicorn, Brownie, Pixie and Oliver—just to name a few. They were the ones who had judged him. Hurt him.

He wanted them to stop, but the monsters were unremorseful, and threatened him when he retaliated. There's nothing he could do.

The world was too perfect for him to live. And he can no longer take it.

He was beyond his breaking point. One more move and he'll break.

Though on the second thought, he really needs a break; a long and permanent break.

Away from his bullies, his father, from everybody and from the world.

Yes, he needed that. And perhaps he would try it.

Even the sky—his one and only ally—agrees with him, weeping as if it knows his sadness and the dark, shady clouds matched his mood. The loud cry of thunder voiced out his agony, like a lion running rampage in order to be free.

It reminded the dirty blond of his home where he used to live before he and his father moved out to live in the city. It made him feel calm and cool as the rain soothed his usual hot head he got from his—No!

Arthur shook his head, stopping daydreams to escalate any further. He needed his plan to commence quickly and focus on the task otherwise they would find out where he is. And having people present on his death was not in his plan (they might ruin the fun). Focusing his vision back on the ground, he contemplated, but determined to get this over with.

Come on Arthur you could do it! He said in his mind, lifting up the chains so he could pass through. A few more steps and then everybody will be happy.

Slowly, he shifts his feet forward and forward, alternating every step, until a foot reached the air no longer feel the cement, but the thin air (the one he would stop using soon). Arthur, despite the bead of seat rolling down from his forehead, smiled albeit bitterly.

This was it. This was his end. The pitiful tale of Arthur Avalon finally has come to its dreadful ending. Arthur took a deep breath, bracing himself and mentally bidding the ones he loved his last farewell. They might not know he was already here, going to die, but at least the hindrance will soon disappear.

With one push forward, he began to fall, his blond locks flowing the opposing way as he was, and shut his eyes before the cold, unforgiving ground extended its arms to welcome him in path of oblivion before everything went blissfully blank.

(Coincidentally, the insane chuckle faded at the back of his head and cried out in despair as the corners of the blonde's lips twitched and smiled).

"I got you now…"

September 20, 20XX

News: At exactly 5 in the afternoon in the HWA, a freshman student named, Arthur Avalon, plummet to his death after jumping off the roof with seven floors. The cause of death was severe trauma and concussion due to the impact received after falling head first.

"I hope you're happy now, Arthur..."

Tries: 17

I changed it a bit...