Hey it's me again, Morgana! So I've decided to do a Hetalia fic since no one responded to my other fic... Yeah no one reads my stuff but whatever! I would absolutely love it if you could review it would mean a ton! Sorry I haven't posted in forever, I have a buttload of crap ta do cause it's almost the end of the school year, during the summer I can write a lot more!

TRIGGER! Don't like don't read! I also don't own Hetalia or the awesome smexyness that is the characters!

It All Starts With a Pin to the Heart

This was absolutely boring as fuck. Alfred sat there in his seat at the world meeting watching Francis argue with Arthur about how bad Arthur's cooking was. "It's really not bad, I don't know why people hate my cooking!" The Brit exclaimed "Ohnohnohn see I'm not the only one who thinks your cooking is shiz~" The Blonde through back. Arthur stood there arms crossed like a child, until he responded "Well, America likes my cooking," He bluntly remarked. Yao jumped in, "Well, America fatass who eat everything - aru"

Alfred flinched at the comment. 'I guess he's right, I do like my food and I guess I am a few pounds over sexy, but who cares! Haha...' He falsely thought to himself.

The other nations had been very rude to Alfred about his weight the last couple of months, but every time he just mentally brushed himself off and kept his hopes up. But recently he hadn't been to keep up with the comments, and each one had felt like a pin to the heart.

"Alright!" Ludwig yelled, "This meeting is over! We have accomplished nothing today! I hope you feel happy with yourself!" Everybody stopped what they were doing, and just started packing up their belongings so they could go back to their hotel rooms to crash after a long meeting.

Because the meeting had been held in America, Alfred packed up his things and started home. He walked outside as the brisk night air hit his face. As he walked, he thought about all the things people have said about his weight in the last couple of months. 'Maybe I should start a little diet just to cut down,' He thought 'I'll start tomorrow!'

Alfred shut the front door. He was about to stroll into his kitchen, when he stopped remembering his diet. Then he thought 'I've already eaten a lot today, I'll just skip dinner.' As on cue his stomach growled, demanding food.

Alfred ignored the noise just thinking about all the things the nations had said about him and briskly walked up stairs to take a shower and go to bed.

The next morning, Alfred woke up early so he could go to the gym before he had to go to the world meeting. It would be the last one for another three months because it was basically their summer break. He got his gym clothes on and started jogging to the gym. He wasn't used to all the exercise and had to take breaks frequently, but the nation's comments kept him going.

By the time Alfred had gotten home he was running late. So he took a quick shower, got dressed, did his hair, and packed up all his things in under 20 minutes and ran out the door.

The meeting was about to start in one minute, Alfred burst through the doors and made it there right on time, but he accidentally knocked over Arthur's bag, making a crashing sound. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing, bursting in at the last second?!" Arthur exclaimed at Alfred. "S-sorry!" The reckless blonde said. "Sorry won't cut it! Do you know how much that vase cost me?! A bloody ton! Especially since I bought it from a shady man in an alley who claimed it was magic! Maybe if you weren't such a lazy, annoying fatass who's always late, we wouldn't be in this predicament right now!" He sat down and grunted, pissed as hell.

'He's right, if I wasn't so lazy and fat I wouldn't cause anyone trouble... As punishment for what I did to Arthur, I won't let myself eat anything at all today.' Alfred thought. 'My God, I really am just annoying, aren't I?' That really put him down, not only being told those things again, but being told those things by Arthur. His family. The one who once took care of him, was now fully annoyed by him.

So, for the rest of the meeting Alfred was absolutely silent, with nothing but his thoughts of negativity about himself.

And no one noticed. No one noticed Alfred click.

Alfred returned home, and went straight to the bathroom, to look for his safe haven. He dug through his drawers and cabinets looking for it, and then he found it.

Sitting there in the palm of his hand, sat three unused razors. He sat down, his back against the wall slightly trembling. Shimmering in the light of the bathroom, he brought the one of the light pieces of metal close to his wrist. 'They hate me, they don't care.' *Slash* Alfred hissed, as he was flooded with blissful pain. He did it again and again, quickly becoming addicted to the feeling.

A few minutes later of pure hate, his left forearm had 7 long shallow cuts trailing his arm. He got up, cleaned and bandaged his wounds, and put away his blades then went to bed. But the thing was, was that he laid there, just staring at his ceiling thinking the terrible things they had said.

So I hope that was all right, I'm still pretty new at this! And I would love some constructive criticism too, just nothing to harsh please! And before everyone asks, yes I have been through depression and anorexia, so I'm speaking through experience. This was just the first chapter, and I know it wasn't the best, I got constantly writer's blocked throughout the whole thing! But I do know where I'm going to go with the story, it's just how am I going to get there! Arggggg! So if you have any advice I would love it! And don't forget to review I love to hear from my lovelies!