Prompt: Person A tries to commit suicide, Person B convinces them not to. They spark up a relationship and things snowball from there.
No one will miss him. But it would be quite ironic if everyone suddenly chose to notice and care about him after he died. That thought made him let out a soundless laugh, before the reality of what he was doing came back to him. His toes nearly hanging off the edge as he stared down at the concrete. He could picture it now; his body laying broken and mangled on the ground in a pool of blood. But there would be nobody to scream in horror and cry, no one to call for help... He doubted that people would notice him even if there were any around, but why make a big deal about it? He obviously didn't matter, so his death shouldn't matter that much either...
C'mon, just do it. Just jump.
He forced himself to breathe deeply, so he didn't completely freak out. God, why was this so hard!?
JUMP!
His gaze was fixed on the ground, and he didn't notice the person walking by. It wasn't like they would notice him...
Notes:
Please keep in mind this is a human AU
Only human names are used
Relationships: Prussia/Canada, Prussia/Russia (abusive)
Warnings: Strong Language, Abusive situations, Suicidal thoughts, Suicide attempt, Fluff, so much goddamn fluff, angst galore, neglect, religious views and references, and an abusive town
Names so far: Gilbert (Prussia), Matthew (Canada), Alfred (America), Arthur (England), Honda (Japan), Francis (France), Ivan (Russia), Ludwig (Germany), and Feliciano (North Italy)
Don't be afraid to ask questions about our AU, and please point out any mistakes so I may fix them. Thank you! (You can find me on DeviantArt as HalloWeeb161, on Tumblr as RuinsoftheMind161, and you can find my RP buddy Cass at TeddyLSD )
(See the end of the work for more notes.)
Chapter Management
Chapter 1: Look at those stars (they're more like scars)
Chapter Text
Chapter One
(Cass)
Sometimes... He felt like no one would even notice if he just ended it all. Matthew Williams... The name that no one seemed to remember. Not in public, not at school, and not at home. Even when he was around his own family, he was just a ghost in the background, never mentioned or noticed unless someone suddenly remembered that there was probably an extra person in the room; but still... They always forgot about it afterwards. It made him want to laugh when people say that they wish to be invisible. To fade into the background and to never be heard. Some people even dared to call it a "gift".
No.
It was a curse.
A horrible, horrible curse that, as far as he could tell, can never be reversed.
Oh, and it only got better from there. If he wasn't being ignored completely, he was being mistaken for his twin brother, Alfred. He was yelled at and beaten up for Alfred's mistakes and messes, and every time he tried to bring it up to his brother, Al would just say something like "Thanks for taking one for the team!"
That's what I get for wanting to be seen, I guess.
His life was a joke. God has a sick sense of humor and he must be laughing his ass off at Matthew's expense.
It'll be over soon.
The sun had started to set, the sky turning a vibrant orange color as a cool breeze sent chills down Matthew's spine from where he stood on the rooftop.
It'll be quick and easy.
No one will miss him. But it would be quite ironic if everyone suddenly chose to notice and care about him after he died. That thought made him let out a soundless laugh, before the reality of what he was doing came back to him. His toes nearly hanging off the edge as he stared down at the concrete. He could picture it now; his body laying broken and mangled on the ground in a pool of blood. But there would be nobody to scream in horror and cry, no one to call for help... He doubted that people would notice him even if there were any around, but why make a big deal about it? He obviously didn't matter, so his death shouldn't matter that much either...
C'mon, just do it. Just jump.
He forced himself to breathe deeply, so he didn't completely freak out. God, why was this so hard!?
JUMP!
His gaze was fixed on the ground, and he didn't notice the person walking by. It wasn't like they would notice him...
(Hallo)
Gilbert hadn't really thought of where he was going, just letting his body and soul drift as his feet guided him to the outskirts of a China Town long forgotten. It wasn't necessarily that bad in shape, considering it had been abandoned, left to collect dust and wither away unwanted. Just like him. Figures, the moment he was deep in thought, a moment when he showed a weakness in himself when no one was around, his weakness would lead him to something just like him. A physical reminder that he was going to be forgotten and would disappear soon.
Superstition had the local folks whispering and scurrying out of his way to avoid the 'curse', the other teens pining the blame on him for everything gone wrong, and the children making it a game to 'hit the red eye demon' with stones found near the creek. Pity, this place might have been beautiful and amazing if it hadn't been thrown to the side.
Shuffling slower, scarf billowing in the wind behind him, he continued. Eyes - those stupid, cursed red eyes- shifted quickly yet tiredly around, scanning the roofs for a good cloud watching spot when he noticed a splotch of red and gold on one of the buildings. A person by the looks of it. Had they come here looking for the same? They were awfully close to the edge- Oh shit!
Gilbert took off running toward the location, spitting out German curses along the way, the words being swallowed up in the wind as it stung his face. There was a human being, standing on the edge of a crumpling building, in an abandoned China Town. It was clear what their intent was. Even if he didn't know his person, he couldn't stand by and let a life die. He was too amazing for that, or so he told his small circle of friends (mostly his online friends who had either never met him in person, or had moved away).
"Hey, you up there! Please don't tell me you are thinking about jumping? What's your name?"
The albino was wracking his brain for ways to distract him, was he was sure that was a guy now that he was close to the building, long enough to run up the fire escape. Hopefully, if he got up there he could convince the guy that this wasn't the right choice. Aw hell, this was his first time out of the house and away from his neighborhood in nearly three months, and already he was getting in trouble and getting people's names. He internally smirked at his own odd joke, before stopping near the Panda Express (wow, they really had those in Chinatown? Really?), far enough back that the guy could still see him, but close enough to catch him if he did fall.