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England- Hell no 0_0

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Even if...

Ch.1: saving you sends me to heaven

Alfred's P.O.V (7 years old)

Growing up...I was a very trouble some little child...

While my younger brother, Matthew, did everything he was told with a smile on his face...I always disobeyed, especially when it came to "him"...and even sometimes my mother...

I had a right to disobey them though...Right?...they never believed me!

Even my mom...when I tell her some things up...she just blows it off...like "he's" innocent...and I'm just some lunatic...

Though even if it's in fear of what "he'll" do if she says anything...she should be doing what's right for her child with no fear!...Like Captain America would do...and I'm mad at her for it...but I still enjoy the little amount of time I get with her from time to time...a time without any pain...

Well...except this time...

When we were out in town...looking for a late birthday gift since I didn't get a gift on my actual birthday...

Town

"Mommy...why do you always have to defend daddy...?", I asked her with a confused look on my face as we walked around town...trying to find something for me...thankfully without that meanie around..."Even...after seeing what happens?"

"W-what do you mean Alfred?", She asked nervously, her eye's looking everywhere, anywhere but at poor, little me...What t- she knew EXACTLY what I meant!

"You know exactly what I mean!", I screamed at her as I pulled my hand away from hers, tear's rolling down my newly reddened face...Is she crazy!? She witnessed it this mourning! And now she's acting almost as if nothing had ever happened!

"Alfred...We're in public...stop...Please?", she told me sternly ,her normally cheerful, tan face becoming fearful, and pale. While also reaching her hand out to me...expecting me to listen. I don't know if it was because of all the stares we were getting now, or because she was kidding herself...but she looked as if she was about to vomit up the M* D*nald's we had earlier.

"NO! YOU AREN'T EVER GOING TO HELP ME! ARE YOU? WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU! WHY SHOULD I TRUST YOU MOM!", I screamed , my eye's becoming waterfalls rolling down my rosy cheeks, while her eyes became incredibly wide, out of fear and complete shock, and I then I began running away from her, unknowingly into the street. "I"LL BE A HERO FOR MYSELF! BY GETTING AWAY FROM YOU, AND "HIM"!"

"Wait! Alfred! Your in the s-"

"Oh m- What is that child doing?!"

"Someone! Get the driver to stop!"

"Wait...AR-"

"Look OUT you bloody git!"

'SLAM'

And that's...when it happened...a car rammed into me...

Wait...then...

"Why am I o-", I was saying until I heard a women start screaming this blood curling scream on the sidelines, her scream making my own ears ring, and then I noticed a red headed women with green eyes and freckles...her mouth hanging open, and her glowing eye's going as wide as I've ever seen someone's go...

"W-what the bloody hell...you git..."

My eyes went almost as wide as the ladies as I then looked over to my side...and noticed a small, and fragile boy who was right about my age laying on the street...broken...

"Y-you could've died...if you...we...weren't...c...careful..."

He had all these deep, red gashes all over his body...and his legs were completely black...obviously broken...blood came drizzling from one of his eyes, while going from a bright, almost glowing green to an almost black shade of green instead...and his head was severely busted open in the back...dying his bright, blond hair red...like the women's who had been screaming...but the most terrifying part...was how deathly pale he was...

"I-I-I u-u-u-uh..."

"ALFRED! YOU OKAY!"

"Why didn't someone stop the car."

"My BABY!"

"SOMEONE! CALM THE RED HEAD DOWN!"

"SHE'S GOING DELUSIONAL!"

ARTHUR! MY LITTLE BOY! WHY!...AAAHHHHH!"

The broken boy who saved me...his name is Arthur...?

"Someone! Call an ambulance!"

Hospital

"…..Arthur...right? Are...you...awake...", I asked, breathing a huge sigh of relief as I noticed he lived, and was still breathing, while his eyes finally shot open, that one eye still being that dark shade of green, after an hour of me sitting here, and waiting to thank him for saving my life...but what actually happened scared me to death...made me almost run away.

"AAHHHHH!", his blood curling scream echoed throughout the pure white hospital room. His two, different shaded eyes widening, his basically white skin getting covered in blood from the numerous wounds all over his body, many of them reopening from the sudden movement he accidently made when he woke up, and as he clutched onto the sheets...tears came down as waterfalls faster then they have ever been able to roll down my own face over my youth...

"What's going on in here!?"

"I-I d-don't know! I just st-"

"Why ask him! He's the reason my son's like this!"

"MUUUUMY! IT HURTS! HURTS! HURTS! HURTS! IT HURTS!MUMMY! MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY! MAKE IT ALL GO AWAY!"

""I'm s-"

"His heart rate! I-"

"LET ME GOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Let him go...? From what?

"Guys! Listen to m-"

"He shouldn't even be h-"

"God...I can see the light..."

Wait...

"Arthur!"

"My b-"

'BEEEEP'

"mu-", the little boy who saved me tried saying, his ice cold lips barley being able to move even an inch...until finally...his pale eyelids started to close...and his bluish lips hung open, the left over blood in his mouth continuing to come out...

He...was freed from his pain and suffering...he...he...

He was dead...and I never thanked him...or apologized for being an idiot...

"Ar...thur...?", his mother questioned, terrified at the sight of her little boy laying there motionless, as she walked over to her completely white sons side and grabbed his hand...shaking even more as she felt how cold he was now..."come on honey...This isn't funny. We have to go home to your brothers and daddy now. Come on! I'll do ANYHTING for you! I'll even fix the issue's in the family! JUST WAKE UP!"

He...lived at a broken house too?

"ARTHUR! ARTHUR!...AAAHHHHHH! MY BABY! MY LITTLE BABY!"

"Alfred! Go home with your father, now!"

"B-but I w-"

"We need you out! NOW!"

And for once...I listened to an adult...

After all...it was my fault this happened...

Home

"I still can't believe you caused a young child to die...YOU LITTLE SHIT!", my father screamed at me, his face red from how outraged he was. While kicking me in my stomach, probably leaving a completely black bruise on my belly. "You know we could get our ass sued now because of you! YOU SON OF A BITCH! THINK BEFORE YOU DO FOR ONCE! FOR ONCE IN YOU F***N LIFE!"

"I-I'm SORRY!", I yelled running up the stairs, tears rolling down my still red cheeks, my father close behind me, and then I saw Matty standing I front of my mom's room with wide, violet eyes, and a VERY pale completion...like that little boy's as he let out his final blood curling scream. This can't be good...

"Matt! MATT! What's wrong?", I yelled to him, a worried look in my sea like blue eyes starting to form, while grabbing his small shoulder's...and shook him as hard as I could, trying to bring him back to reality.

"mo- sh- what. Th-can't be ha-."

"Matt. Words please?"

"Look.", he told me while pointing into our mommy and daddy's room, his pale completion getting worse. I couldn't see, so I turned on the bright lights, and became just as horrified as Matt was after what I saw, my own face becoming pale.

My mother had her normal gentle smile on her face, the smile used to comfort us two boy's, and she looked as if she was just asleep after a long and tiring day. But...that wasn't it...the growing red spot on her light blue dress...right around her heart, plus her white skin that I had already seen today, ruined any innocent theories I could even ponder up.

"No...no...why...why...WWHYYY!?"

"A-Alfred?"

"AAAHHHHH!MOMMY! MOOOMMY! I'M SOOO SORRY!"

"What's g-", my father yelled, walking over to our bedroom door, and noticing the horrific Scene before us. And then he looked even more angry at me, his face becoming a brilliant shade of crimson. "You...YOU BRING NOTHING BUT TROUBLE YOU PIECE Of SHIT!", he screamed as he picked my limp, and weak body up by my still reddened neck from the many years of mistreatment I've gone through thanks to him, and threw me across the hallway...knocking me out in the process...and left me thinking in darkness

Arthur...Mom...I'm sorry...

And...for now on...I'll accept anything the comes at me...

Even...if it hurts...or makes me uncomfortable...

As punishment for the sin I committed...I will listen to anything they say...

For killing you two innocent people...out of my own selfishness...

…...

Franada-girl97- Why...why do I write sad stuff?

England- …..I died?

America- And I'm abused?

France- WHERE AM I?!

Franada-girl97- next chap...

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