So, here's the next chapter! Yay! To be honest, I have I think 3 more already written chapters. I stopped afterwards, not knowing how to continue. So anyways, onwards!
Oh yeah, I don't own Hetalia
Chapter 2: The One Who Saw
[Gilbert's POV]
I stood there for a second, shocked at what I had seen. The boy I had followed( I didn't know his name), had just jumped into the water. After I finally regained my composure, I rushed over to the waters edge. I then jumped in to save him. Scrambling around, I searched for the body, until finally feeling his hand. Dragging him out of the water, I whipped out my phone, and dialed 911. "911, what's your emergency?" The person answered, obviously bored. " I-I…" I tried to tell her what had happened, but she cut me off. " Another kid? Stop calling 911 for fun!" Then she hung up. I didn't know what to do. So, I called back. "911, what's your emergency?" It was a different person this time. " Listen up!" I said, angry. " I just saw someone commit suicide, and I need help!"
They seemed taken aback at this statement, but quickly recovered. "Do you mind telling me where you are?" Calming down a bit, I told her that we were at 48890 Trust Valley RD 98002 NY (not a real place, I made something up).
Not long after, the ambulance arrived. They took the boy away, and told me that they would drive me to the hospital if I wanted to make sure he was okay. I agreed, and went along.
Tapping my fingers in my leg impatiently, I waited outside the hospital bed. They had finished questioning me, and had me wait outside. The questions were totally unawesome and boring. They asked me if I knew him, in which I said no. They had finally figured out who he was. His name was Mathew Williams, and he was he same age as me, 16. Apparently, today was his birthday. His family had been informed a few minutes ago, and were apparently very worried, and were coming to the hospital as fast as they could.
After waiting for 30 minutes, they finally said that it was safe to see him. Mathew's family had arrived 10 minutes prior, consisting of all blonds. One of the parents looked French, while the other looked British. Then, there was one that looked similar to Mathew, but was definitely different. He had shorter hair, and a cowlick, he was also taller from the looks of it, and seemed a lot bigger than his brother.
The doctors had asked them a lot of questions. Like if they knew what had brought this on. To my anger, they said that earlier they had been celebrating their other sons accomplishment of passing 9th grade. The doctors had asked them if they knew that it was Mathew's birthday. Looking horrified, they had said that they forgot.
I let Mathew's family see him first, waited about 15 minutes, then followed suit.
What met me was scary. His body was hooked up to a breathing machine, and the monitor showed his heart rate. They had told him earlier that while jumping, he had hit a rock at the bottom, and had broke a rib. I noticed that his face looked thin and hollow, and he had scars on his body. A lot of scars. Some were old, just a silvery line on his body, while some gleamed red, obviously fresh. The sight made me want to puke.
Why would such a kind looking boy try to commit suicide? It didn't make sense. Unless…
That must be it. His family had caused it. They had even forgotten their own son's birthday! Scowling, I left the hospital, and walked home, intending to visit this Mathew Williams again the next day.