Here is the second chapter. Also I would love it if you would review my story because reviews equal love! Plus I want to know what you think of the story so far.

I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters.

After the meeting Alfred went home and trudged up to the bathroom, he didn't care anymore. He picked up one of the blades lying on the sink after rolling up his shirt sleeve and started to carve fat ass into his arm along with so many other words.

"No one cares about me, I'm just a stupid fat ass who can't do anything right." He said, cutting into his forearm more. After he made 10 more different cuts, blood was starting to drip down his arm and on to the floor. Suddenly he heard someone knocking at the door. 'Who on earth could that be.' he wondered. He quickly got up, pulling his sleeves down walked to the door. In a moment of carelessness though, he forgot to clean up the blood and put away the blade. He calmly walked over towards the door and pull it open to reveal a soaking wet Canada. Alfred's eyes widened with fear but he quickly calmed down.

Canada's P.O.V.

'I wonder what Alfred is doing. He was acting odd earlier during the meeting.' Matthew thought idly. When he arrived at the house he became more worried. 'Weird, he usually takes good care of his lawn. Now it is all over grown.' Walking up the steps he knocked at the door. Alfred answered moments later.

"Hey Alfred, are you alright." I asked.

"Yeah bro. What brought this up?" he replied.

"Oh nothing, you were acting a little strange during the meeting and I got worried." I said.

"Hmm. . . Really? Well whatever, I'm fine Mattie." He replied.

"If you say so." Then I noticed his arm. Blood was starting to leak through his shirt and drip down his hand.

"Alfred. . . What happened to your arm?" I then said, fear evident in my voice. His eyes flashed with panic and fear, that was all the confirmation I needed. I grabbed his arm and pulled the sleeve back. His entire arm was covered in cuts.

"Alfred. . . Why? Why did you do this." I said, holding back sobs. Alfred just stood there looking at the floor speechless. I dragged him into the living room.

"Are there any others?" I asked, trying to get him to talk.

"Yes." he finally replied after a few long moments.

"Let me bandage them please." I asked a sad look clearly showing on my face.

"Ok." he said sitting down on the couch. I went to get the first aid kit in the bathroom and saw the bloodied knife and trail of blood on the sink and floor. I grabbed the first aid kit. This was more important for now. Opening it, I noticed with a heavy heart that it had very little bandages left. 'Just how long has this been going on for?' I wondered. Bringing the kit down I started to bandage his arms.

"I'm going to have to go buy more bandages so you stay here ok." I said. He nodded meekly in return. As soon as I got outside i took out my phone and dialed England's number.

"England. You better get over to America's house now. He has been cutting himself. It also looks like he's been starving himself as well." I said crying. I then heard something drop in the background.

"What. . .I'm going to call France. We will be there as soon as possible." England replied, the shock showing in his voice.

"Ok." I said still sobbing.

England's P.O.V.

I fell to the ground, my back hitting the cupboards. 'Why?. . . Just why? Why would he do this to himself.' I thought, tears forming in my eyes. Taking out my phone I dialed France's number. After it rang a few times he finally picked up.

"E'llo."

"France you need to get over to America's house right now." I said, my voice wavering noticeably.

"Eh. Angleterre what's wrong?" he asked.

"America has been cutting himself, and from what Canada said he has been starving himself as well." After saying this my breath hitched. I then heard France drop his phone. I smirked for a second but it was quickly retracted.

"Merde. What. . . He's cutting himself. . . And starving himself. . ."He said slowly.

"Yes. . .That's what Canada told me."

"Ok, I'm on my way there right now." He finally said after a few moments.

"So am I. I just wanted to let you know. Bye"

"Bye" He said. Then he hung up. I closed my phone and put it back in my pocket. 'What is happening.' I thought while hurrying to my car to get to the airport.

America's P.O.V.

'Great they found out. Wonder what will happen now. Why couldn't they have just left me alone!' I thought letting out a sigh. 'Why do they even care. They always are making fun of me. I want to cut now. I mean, they probably think I am a wimp now anyway.' I quickly decided to do it trudging up to the bathroom. Thankfully Mattie hadn't gotten rid of it. After making about 10 or so cuts I heard the door open. 'Shit!' I tossed the blade down and rushed downstairs. Mattie had just entered the house.

And BOOM there you have it! Hope you have enjoyed the story so far and continue to enjoy it. Until next time!

Angleterre : England

Merde : Shit, or crap.