Blood on the floor, broken windows and an upturned couch. Screams of defeat and apology. And finally, the familiar sound of the door crashing closed.
Francis has left Arthur, Alfred, and me...again. I lost count long ago of how many times that bloody frog had abandoned us. The real mystery, though, is why he always seems to comes back and act like nothing has happened.
"France! Why? Tell me, why?!" Arthur howls in defeat, pressurizing a cut on his arm caused by a broken wine bottle. Alfred tries to calm his ex-colonizer down, but Arthur won't have any of it.
And all the while, I was cowering behind the couch, whimpering and wailing at my ex-colonizer, and father, to stop fighting with Arthur. Obviously, he didn't listen to me, he never has and probably never will.
"Hey, c'mon England. It's ok, h-he'll come back, I'm sure!" Al tried to console, enclosing Arthur in a tight hug to prevent himself from being turned away by the broken-hearted Brit.
"No...no, America, he won't! Every bloody time he comes back, he abandons us and leaves our family in ruins! This is the last straw, he will never, ever interfere with our lives again!" Arthur screams, at the same time a new wave of pain crashes into me. Taking my chance, I ran and took cover in my room, bolting the lock on my door.
"Mat, wait-!" I hear my twin shout to me, but I was crying too hard to utter a response. I winced at my burning throat, but yet I continued to sob.
I flopped onto my bed in a crying mess, my tear-tracked cheeks cringing into my pillow while my body hiccuped sporadically. In time, I succeeded in crying myself to sleep.
This is how it's always been, and how it will always be.
My family, is shattered.
Thank you for reading! Sorry, I know it's a short introduction to the story, I but I wanted to get the idea out into the open. I'm open to criticism, just be nice, though. I won't accept any hate or negative comments.
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