so this is my first hetalia fic in honor of the shooting that happened here in tucson AZ. it's short and i got the idea while i was watching the memorial today. so this has our dear arthur, matthew, and alfred, as well as a OC i made on the spot. his name is Diamon cuz of the diamond rattlesnakes that live here. :) please read, review and be nice please. this was made on the spot so don't get too many hopes up.
disclamer: no i don't own anythin'. *tears up* happy now?
Alfred held his head in his hands. How could this have happened? One moment he was spending time with Arthur, getting work done and the next moment he was here and the McKale center in Tucson Arizona, with one of his children Arizona himself.
That Saturday with Arthur he had gotten a call from his son telling him that some of his people had been killed. His son, Diamon had been in tears that he couldn't believe something like this had happened in his state. Alfred wouldn't have it. He quickly hung up, kissed Arthur goodbye, and left on the first flight to Tucson.
That Sunday he helped calm down Diamon, and his own heart twisted in pain when he heard that one of the victims had been a 9-year-old girl born on the very day where he, himself had to endure much pain. The 9/11 attack. He learned of the other victims and mourned their loss as well.
And then the week had begun. Diamon by this time had shed his tears and was then helping his people. And Alfred was there with him. Both Alfred and Diamon received many calls, e-mails, and letters. From important people, to other nations saying their sorrys. All of this felt like nothing and yet a heavy burden at the same time.
Monday and Tuesday came and went, and then on this day, Wednesday 12th of January he and his son were there at the memorial. Arthur and Matthew had been kind enough to come as well but stayed at the hospital were the wounded were. Alfred listened as people talked and soon it was time for his boss to say some words. His boss told the story that caused Diamon to look down at his shoes. The normally bright eyes were beginning to form tears at the corners of his eyes. But Alfred knew he was still listening.
He heard about the victim's stories, a judge, a brave man and his wife, a mother, two other very brave men, and finally the girl. Then he listened and sighed as he heard the piece of information he knew Diamon had been waiting to hear. Gabrielle Gifford's had opened her eyes, when the president was there. He heard as Diamon sighed in relief.
He felt a squeeze in his hands. He looked to his son and he whispered in Alfred's ear. "My people will be ok, right pops?" Alfred gave a reassuring squeeze back, but before he could say anything, he saw his Arthur make his way towards him, with Matthew in tow. They sat down beside them and they all gave small smiles to each other.
Later, when the memorial was over, Daimon asked Alfred again, only this time Arthur and Matthew were there as well and heard. Once again Alfred tried to answer, but couldn't.
Would their people be ok? Would his nation be at peace only to have everything shaken upside down again? This time Arthur shared his wisdom.
"Of course they will." Alfred and Diamon turned toward him. "Your people are strong. They can overcome this and they will. I'm sure of it." Arthur then spoke to Alfred. "And your strength is an example of this. You can overcome this."
"it's a hard life for us who are so connected to the land, and to our people, but life will always be like this and we were chosen to represent the strength of the people." Everyone turned to Matthew when he spoke, and smiled at the truth to his words.
Arthur turned to the two and asked "what was it your people were saying Diamon?" Diamon smiled.
"Together we thrive."