**Warning**
Rated T for implied suicide.
If you are having suicidal thoughts, please contact the National Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-273-8255.
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I remember Alfred.
The boy who claimed to be "The Hero",
but no one ever called him that.
"FAT."
"LAZY."
"ARROGANT."
"STUPID."
These were the names he went by,
but still He Smiled,
laughing off every insult,
as if he didn't care.
"YOU'RE SUCH A DISAPPOINTMENT."
"CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?"
"THIS IS ALL YOU'RE FAULT!"
It was a neverending cycle,
but still He Smiled,
acting as though we were his best friends,
as if we didn't tear him down,
as if it didn't bother him.
Every insult, every glare, every rude remark
went unnoticed, unheard,
Always met with the same radiant grin.
"OBESE."
"SELFISH."
"IDIOT."
"OBNOXIOUS BRAT."
That's all we had believed him to be.
It wasn't until we had found him in his room
with that infamous smile now carved into his throat,
the blood pooling beneath him, looking like a cape,
That we realized
America was so much more than "The Hero".
He was also "The Actor".
And underneath that smiling mask
Had been a boy named Alfred.
A/N: Welp, that was a bit dark. I'm sorry.
I've always wondered about the darker side of Hetalia; they say that the saddest people smile the brightest and to me I could imagine that America's smarter than he appears. He knows that most of the world doesn't like him and hears the things they say. He just pretends it doesn't bother him because "The Hero" is supposed to be strong, they don't let others know when they're suffering. I could see America hiding his pain behind a smile because he doesn't want to be a burden and after hearing something over and over again, you begin to believe it.
Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed, leave a review if you want! This is my first fanfic and could use some feedback.
