A/N: Greetings, Readers. First and foremost, I want to thank you all for reading my fanfiction and that I do hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not claim any ownership over the characters or Hetalia. They are belong to their rightful owners.
Trigger Warnings: Depression, gore, blood. There might be more, but these are most likely to happen throughout the story.
"Loser! What a joke! Maybe we should teach you a lesson to stay away! Hahahahahaha!" Insults after insults came. Arthur didn't want any of this when he transferred from England to America. Already, he called for help long ago and wanted to leave everything behind.
"What's up, British dude?!" Alfred called out as he straightened his bomber jacket, his cerulean eyes fixing on Arthur's figure. Francis, a French transfer with wavy blond hair and aqua eyes, and Kiku, a short Japanese transfer that had big brown eyes, followed behind him. They were having a conversation about the school lunches and what they could do to fix them.
"What to hang out with us after class?"
Unfortunately, Arthur was in no mood to socialize with anyone and shook his head 'no' and left for class. He wanted to cover up the fact he just got pounded with more insults in the restroom twenty minutes earlier. Another day of rejecting his friends to help him with his problems. In his mind, he felt as if they would soon reject him too. Francis, Kiku, and Alfred exchanged concerned glances with each other and carried on to class. The same class with Arthur.
"Okay, class!" The teacher exclaimed as soon as she stepped in the classroom. She peered around at the students scrambling to get in their seats. "Let's begin!" Kiku glanced between the teacher writing something on the board and Arthur, who was….paying attention to the clock? Was he waiting for something?
...1...2...3...4…
Arthur watched the dull red hand move by each second.
...5...6...7...8...9...10…
The teacher in the background droned on about another homework assignment the whole class had to do the night before. A few students whisper to each other, but Arthur ignored their incoherent, meaningless mutters. Nothing in the world seemed to matter to the Briton other than the fact that the clock was mesmerising him.
...11...12...13...14…
He continued watching the hand shift one bit at a time- quite like a staring contest. Tick tock. The sound softly emitting from the clock rung in his ear clearly. It started off as a hushed noise, though the volume increased dramatically as time slipped into the future. Tick tock.
...15...16...17...18...19...20…
"Mr. Kirkland! Why don't you answer the next question, hm?" Before, the teacher caught a glimpse of Arthur not even paying attention. It was irregular for her star-student to slack off. Normally, she expected that from Alfred or Gilbert.
"It seems your new daydream world is more important than education. Are you even listening to any word I just said?" His other classmates snapped their heads towards the student president and kept uncharacteristically quiet. And no. Arthur didn't hear a single word being said as he slipped more into the hypnotizing state.
...21...22...23...24…
The Briton didn't budge, nor did he take his emerald orbs off of the clock. He began to grow weaker by each second passing. Other than the clicking echoing in his head, a sinister chuckle boomed in his ears.
"Now, now, now~ What do we have here? Oh, right~ You were the one being bullied? Why don't you come to a world where no one will harm you? You can dream all you want!~ Come now…" The voice purred.
As much as Arthur wanted to leave this trance, he found himself trying to go along with the plan. The more he submitted to the voice in his head, the more he grew weaker. His breathing even began to slow and grow erratic as he parted his lips for air. His eyelids drooped down to half-mass, green eyes watching the ticking hands spin in circles. The teacher looked at Arthur with genuine worry and asked again, keeping an eye on him. "Dear, is there something wrong? If not, cut the act off and answer the question."
...25…26...Tick tock. Tick tock…
"Yeah, Arthur, are you okay?" People asked him, except for Francis, Alfred, and Kiku; his classmates he knew the best, but barely hang out with.
.."Come on...Just ignore them a little longer and everything that was bad that just happened to you, will be gone forever~ You're almost there~ Heheheh."...
Before the teacher approached carefully, the Briton swayed to and from each side and ended up collapsing on the floor with a loud thud. He twitched slightly and once again, continued to gaze at the rapid spiral on the clock. Students came from every direction and circled around Arthur's weak and weary body.
...27...28...Tick tock. Tick tock…
That simple-minded noise sounded like it was on full blast and his heart beated right along to it.
...29…"We are going to have so much~"...
Darkness enclosed on Arthur's vision and the last thing he saw from the corners of his glazed-over eyes was the group rushing to him. One thing stood out from the rest of the terrifying scene.
In the midst of the crowd, was a young man standing behind the teacher and his three close friends. But this was no ordinary man. This man looked exactly like Arthur, yet he had qualities that were different. The man had fiery red hair, a black and deep, blood-red suit (Coat being black and the dress shirt being red), matching black shoes, and pure silver, cuffed earrings on his right ear. He also had horns, a tail, and wings protruding from his body.
The look-a-like Arthur casually strolled towards and kneeled beside Arthur himself, placing a hand on his head. A devious smirk played at his lips. He stroked the sandy-blond hair gently and whispered, his icy-cold breath caressing Arthur's ear. His voice sounded sinister.
…"Arthur, come with me~ All you have to say is '30'~"...
Arthur closed his eyes and shakily let out his last breath.
..."30"...
A/N: Yes. That is devil!England. Hurrhurr. Anywho, I'm trying to decide if I should continue on with this fanfiction. If you do like it and want me to continue, please send a review. Thank you.
I did update it, fixing errors and adding a little more to it.