Hanging Love
Chapter three
Two chapter in one day! Well aren't you a lucky bunch. But no more after this as I don't know what should happen next.
So yeah it has some icky content in it, character death and is disturbing in some places. Not suitable for under 16's but I doubt that will stop you. So just so you know WARNING
Flying Mint Bunny- Gemzstone does not own Hetalia or make profit from this story, it is just for your entertainment so please enjoy XD Oh and I don't own Corpse party
America/Britain fanfic. Has boyxboy content, fluff, tragedy, horror, character death and so much more.
Enjoy!
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Once they got France's body down, Alfred carried him outside, resting him against a wall by the entrance to the stairs. They both knelt down next to the body. America felt uncomfortable seeing those dull blue eyes that were once filled with life and lust. Taking no more he reached over and closed his eyes feeling his ice cold skin, sending a shiver up his spin.
'I'm sorry'
"We had a fight just before we parted ways…"
"huh" America turned to the green eyed man, surprised to hear him speak, tears still falling down Arthurs cheeks once he broke the silence.
"I know we always fight but this one seemed different. I was the one in the wrong…. But like always I was too stubborn to admit it."
Alfred just sat quietly listening to the Brit, he could of commented on his stubbornness but decided against it. So he waited for Arthur to continue.
"and the next time I saw him…" the pitched in Arthurs voice got higher, he was going to cry again.
"…Francis…was already dead… It might of even been my fault. I said some pretty dreadful things to him…even though he was just trying to cheer me up."
Arthurs shoulder started to shake as he held in silent sobs, the top half of his body getting heavy from the guilt. Soon enough he fell forwards using his arms for support.
"And now I can't even apologize anymore…"
Alfred watched as his previous guardian was reduced to a wreck, this wasn't like the uptight, stuffy Britt, the last time he saw him like this, it was at the end of the war of his independence. It made his heart break to see him like this it brought tears to his eyes. But he refuses to cry, he needs to stay strong for the crying blonde, he promised to protect him, to get him out of here. He will be his rock.
Suddenly standing he looks down at Arthur annoyance plastered on his face.
'He shouldn't be blaming himself! I won't let him talk like that.'
"Arthur…."
Said person looked up from his position on the floor to look at Alfred, with doe like eyes.
'Good I've got his attention.'
"It's all right. It's not your fault."
"You do realize that…." All anger has disappeared from his voice, upset from what he is about to say.
"…You also…" he bit his lip in fear on how the other will react.
"…um kinda, did, tried to hang yourself as well, right?"
Britain sat back on his heels looking at America in disbelief, then disgraced with said actions turned to look at the floor, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"I….Did…?...That's….not possible…but, there is…a stinging pain …around my entire neck… Did I really…?" He raised his hand and felt the damaged skin around his neck, his eyebrows furrowed even more.
He turned to look to America for some answers his think eyebrows still knitted together. America avoided the Britt's gaze but copied his expression.
"So you don't remember?"
Britain just shook his head in response.
"I'm sure it was the same for France….I don't think he knew what he was doing. Cus when I found you, you were pretty out of it. So no matter how upset Franny was…he would never… sure he was sometimes a bit of a coward and was a horrible fighter most of the time. But he wasn't the type to give life up…he would never kill himself because of that, he loved himself too much for that."
He gave a playful wink to the blonde to show his cheekiness, a soft chuckle escaped the smaller one's lips, making America smile at the progress of cheering the Britt up.
"hehe dare I say it… but you're right. He would never do that! He's too shallow for that…. Maybe she was right then!"
"who was right?"
"Oh earlier we ran into a spirit….it was a girl, probably a bit younger than yourself…. She said that anyone who's been touched by the curse of this school will have their mind taken over… and go crazy…"
"Their mind taken over, no way man"
'Curse or no curse the longer we stay in this school the more anyone would go insane, even if the curse got a hold of you.'
America looked over at England who was looking mournfully at France.
'Clearly we need to get out of here before that happens to us, I wander how much longer will it be until HE snaps?...Until I snap! The longer were here the more danger we'll be in. Even if Britain and France, two of the strongest people I know, can wind up like this….then anyone of us could be next, even me the Hero. We'd better make sure nobody's left on their own here anymore.'
"Our next step, should be to find the others quickly and find the way out of here."
Arthur slowly stood up from where he was, still looking at Francis's body.
"mmm…but there's another thing. The girl spirit also said that this school was it's own version of closed space…and that Francis and I were the only living beings present….so how did you get here, America?"
'So were back to country names again huh? How come you can call FrancyPants by his human name but not me! *sigh* but he has a point, how did I get here?'
America looks around him to see if anything could possible give him the answer, then his face scrunched into a uncharacteristic frown.
"…now that you mention it…this place does feel different, even the air. It's a different feeling than before…"
A gasp escapes his lips as his mind jumps back to when he talked to the spirit girl. He falls on one knee struggling to breathe as fire courses through his veins, his eyesight blurred. A girls voice echoes through his skull filled with fake sincerity and curiosity.
*Such concern for you friends…and all the impulses that go with it, spurring the heart into action… hehehe It's a truly noble sentiment*
A girl stood opposite the American, stares out the window watching the rain pour down, she stands there playing with one of her pigtails. A small case of insanity seemed to seep from her core. Alfred wouldn't admit it but he was scared, it reminded him very much of Russia in one of his kolling moments, it creeped him out to no end. But he waited for the girl to continue like a good gentleman, he won't admit it to Britain but when talking to someone who isn't a country he acts like a good hearted gentleman, but he won't tell Arthur how he taught him something. He will never live it down.
*Now go. Go to the one who occupies your thoughts…*
She turns to face the American with a sickeningly sweet smile, making a shiver run up his spin.
*…Though you probably won't make it in time…Ahahahahaha! AhahaHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!*
America took a step back from the insane girl, an audible gulp was heard and the next thing he knew the fire was back and hotter and more intense "red!" his breathing became ragged "Alfred!" and then there was a flash of white. "ALFRED!"
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England stared at France hoping that at any moment the frog would just open his eyes and say it was all a joke. But it never happened; it tore his heart apart even more. People say he hated the frog but it wasn't true he won't admit it to anyone but even though they had there fights he still considered him a friend, and deep down he truly cared for the Frenchman. He can't believe he is actually gone after centuries of being by each other's side now he had to face the reality of being alone. Arthur felt empty like a chunk of him is missing he closes his eyes to get his head around everything when he heard a gasp from the person next to him. His eyes fluttered open to see America fall to his knee in obvious pain.
"America!"
He reached out and caught the boy before he could fall further. Arthur scanned over the dirty blonds face that rested on his chest, his eyes are shut tight pain written all over his face and perspiration collected at his forehead, he did not look like he was in good shape. Britain bit his lip,
'Am-Alfred!...Don't you dare die, idiot!'
"Alfred! Alfred come on pull it together."
A scream of pain rushed through the air. America grabbed on to the Britt's shirt, his breathing becoming more ragged. Arthur started to panic, his Alfred was in pain and there's nothing he could do, tears started to pour down his cheeks. He felt so helpless, first Francis now Alfred he wished he died when he apparently tried to hang himself, then he wouldn't have to go through this, watch him in pain. He held the screaming boy in his arms tighter.
Come on Al, it's ok! I've got you, I'm not going anywhere *sob* please wake up….please."
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Dun Dun Dun
Is Alfred going to be ok?
Will they ever escape out alive? And together?
Who knows! I Don't even know!
So stay tuned to see what happens next.
And I'm sorry to always leave you with a cliff hanger but the two people who have read this have given me a great response and I hope you guys will too.
Until next time Ciao xxx
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