Chapter 3:
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Warning: Attempted Suicide, Swearing
Rating: T
Francis stood there in shock at the funeral. All the nations were present, but they were mostly there for Alfred...not Matthew. Francis stood next to the casket and looked at his former lover. "Mon Cher...what will I do?" He asked him as he placed a hand on the corpse's cold cheek. How many times had Francis kissed the same cheek when the boy was alive? Francis leaned down and gave it one last kiss. The cold skin touching his lips sent chills down his spine. "Tu es si froide..." (Your so cold) France frowned before getting up as they closed the casket.
England stared at the casket holding Alfred and he felt his heart break even more. He was gone...Arthur could hardly hear anything around him, no sounds, no feeling other than his aching heart. He hardly noticed when his brother Scotland sat next to him. "Arthur?" The Scott asked gently. Alfred broke down and cried like a child on his brothers shoulder. "He's gone!" He cried. Francis looked over at the brothers in pity.
Arthur stumbled into his house drunk. His brothers had taken him out drinking to forget about the day. It had not worked. Arthur swore loudly as he tripped over a stool. "Motherfucker!" He made his way to the kitchen and found a long sharp knife. "You..." He fell to the ground with the knife and stared at it with a confused look on his face. What was he doing with the knife? He really wasnt going to kill himself was he? He had two boys to take care of...both reminded him of the times he hared with Alfred. Arhtur couldnt take it. He cut his wrists and fell to the ground in a drunk faint.
Jacob looked at his father and started to cry. "Pa...Pa..." He tried to speak his first word and wake up his sleeping dad. "Where...ma..." He cried. First his mother didnt come back, now his dad wasnt responding. There was a knock and Jacob saw his uncle Scotland running in. "Oh shit!" He swore and scooped up Jacob before calling an ambulance.
"The economy is on a downward spiral in both America and Canada. Both country's have been affected by large natural disasters, including a major nucluer meltdown in the America midwest..."
"America?" Arthur woke to the sound of the world news. "Oh...your awake!" Ireland looked at his brother and smiled. "Conas atá tú?" (How are you?) Ireland asked. Arhtur looked at his wrists to see them bandaged. "Im not dead?" He frowned. Scotland shook his head. "You fool!" He scoffed. "They took the kids away." Arthur shot up in the bed and looked in shock at this. "Why?" He asked.
"They find you an unfit parent..." Francis came in the door, unshaven and looking as if he had not slept in a while. "I gave my two up too...they remind me of Matthew.." He frowned. Arthur grew angry. "Get out..." He hissed in a low voice. Francis looked shocked and so did his two brothers. "OUT!" Arhtur screamed and the others ran out.
Sorry for short chapter, wanted to show how Arthur reacted to Alfreds death^^ next up is more about the kids and GerIta! Yay please review!