Don't Break
Chapter 1
Why?
My eyes opened to the blinding light pouring through the broken window. How much did I drink last night? My entire body was still numb, so at least I didn't have to deal with the raging hangover. Well, almost completely numb. I clutched painfully at my stomach and groaned.
When my vision cleared, I took a moment to look around my pitiful excuse of a room. My American flag was hanging from a corner off the baby blue wall and broken bottles lie everywhere on the grey, stained carpet. I tried to slip on my tennis shoes, but the stabbing pain in my abdomen stopped me. I coughed and looked at my hand, now covered in blood.
I was just waiting for the ripple of the news to go around about the bombs. Soon enough, my phone shrieked its loud ringing. I didn't hesitate to snatch up the phone and let the caller speak first.
"Alfred?! Are you alright?! I heard what happened." It was Arthur.
"I, ugh, I'm just a little shaky, that's all," I said in the most awful, weak voice that has ever came out of my mouth
"I know you're lying. How bad is it really?" His voice was panicked, yet calm at the same time.
"Ugh, well, I keep coughing up a lot of blood, my stomach hurts like hell, even though the rest of me is numb. I can't even bend over enough to put on my shoes and there's glass everywhere."
"Glass?! Why is there glass everywhere?! Did a bomb hit near you?!"
-Warning, slightly triggering-
I stayed silent. He was right, but the rest were just from bottles. Honestly, I didn't want to deal with Arthur right now. I'd rather have Matthew come over and just cry into his shoulder. We had always looked after each other. I can't count how many scars I prevented on Matt's wrists, and I'm sure he can't count how many hangovers he's saved me from.
-Triggering material over-
"Alfred, do you want me to come over?"
"No! I mean, I'd rather talk to Mattie."
"Who?"
"My twin brother!"
"Oh, him. I know who that is now!"
I sighed and hang up on him. Jerk. I dialed up Matt's number and waited for him to answer.
"Bonjour, Williams, Matthieu."
"Hey Mattie, could you come over?" I started coughing again.
"A-Al? Alfie? Um, don't worry, I'm on my way! Hang in there, I'll be there soon!"
I closed my eyes and felt warm blood fill my mouth and drip down my chin. Why? Why would Kiku do this to me? To my country? My own best friend. I thought he could keep his head through the war, but apparently not. This war needs to end, and quickly.
"Mon dieu, Alfred!" I faded into consciousness at my brother's voice. I felt him sit on the bed and pull me over to him. He ran his cold hand through my hair and I could tell that I had a fever by how nice the cold felt against my skin.
He started singing a song. Even through my dull, confused mind, I could tell what he was singing. It was a Celtic song taught to him by British lady. We later heard Arthur sing it to us and both had to pretend that we'd never heard it before. We didn't want any secrets to be revealed.
Matthew's voice was smooth, soft, and sweet. I forced my eyes open to look at him, and was shocked by what I saw. I was shocked to see fresh tear stains lining his pale face and redness around his sparkling, deep blue eyes. He really was worried about me.
"Mattie, I promise I'll be fine. I'm the hero."
"Let me be your hero for once, Alfie.
"You're mistaken. You've always been my hero."
His eyes glistened with new tears and he went back to singing.
"I love you, Mattie."
"I love you too, Alfie."
Then everything faded to black.
-End of chap. 1-