Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, only this story concept. Warning, more triggers like abuse and ignoring people and death and stuff, basically a proper backstory. Enjoy the feels of this tragic past. Thanks for reading and enjoy the chapter.
"It all started on the day I should of died; the same day I killed my father and siblings."
England takes a step back, a look of horror etched on his face. "W-what the bloody hell do you mean by that?" he stuttered. I sighed at his reaction, I had been expecting it, but it still hurt to see.
"Don't worry, I'm not a 2p! or anything, it's just my fault that they died," I replied with a whisper. England regained his composure and smoothed out invisible wrinkles on his suit. He steps forward and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
"Sorry about that, love, please go on. I'll be sure to not interrupt again," he said. I looked into his emerald eyes, surprised to see concern in them. I took a deep breath and nodded slowly.
"When I was eight years old, there was a circus in town and I really wanted to go. I begged my parents to take me and my siblings. I had a brother and sister, Tony and Sylvia, they were really annoying, but I loved them. Rather, I still love them, but I can't tell them that anymore. Anyway, after days of begging my father consented to taking us to the last day of the circus. Mom decided to stay behind, because she wasn't feeling good that day. Dad took us and we had a wonderful time, the Ferris wheel was so much fun and I ate tons of cotton candy. I even won prizes for Tony and Sylvia, it made them so happy," I smile wistfully at the memory of their happy faces, but could feel tears behind my eyes. The worst part was coming and it was never pretty.
"By the time we were leaving the circus it was really dark outside, pitch black in fact. We were all so happy and couldn't wait to tell mom about our adventures at the circus. The drive was going great, until dad saw the swerving headlights in front of him. He tried to dodge the driver but the guy, who we later learned was intoxicated, kept swerving in front of us. Dad was unable to avoid a head on collision at top speed. The car flew across the street and slammed against a tree sideways. Tony's head was hit too hard and he died before the paramedics could get him out. My father was impaled by a tree branch, but they say it was a quick death, so that's something. Sylvia, my sweet Sylvia, she had multiple damaged organs, the paramedics tried everything they could, but nothing worked. The only one who survived was me," I croak out, the tears falling freely down my face.
"Alex, I would say it wasn't your fault, but I think you're tired of hearing that. I think you're tired of hearing all the sentimental crap," England whispers next to me. I looked over to him and gave a wry smile.
"It's not over yet, En- Arthur. My mother blamed me for the whole thing, if I hadn't begged to go to the circus none of this would have happened. She never forgave me for causing the death of my family. She grew cold and distant, always looking at me with disgust. She ignored me completely, only giving me attention when she was drunk and beating me. I had to fend for myself, cooking and laundry were done by me, I even had to get a job. Eventually I had enough money to buy myself a laptop and WiFi connection. Within the first hours of having it, I discovered Hetalia. It made me laugh for the first time in years, especially England, or you, I loved the way you handled yourself. You were loyal, though stubborn, and secretly cared for people. A few months after finding Hetalia I was invited to go to Fandom High, where I would be living with a Dorm Mother, the one who called me earlier, and I was finally happy. My mother hasn't tried to find me again, but I know she will one day, just to make me miserable," I say.
England sits on the edge of the bed, speechless at my past. I get ready for more of the usual crap, even after what he said earlier. Instead he surprises me by wrapping me in a hug. I gasp and stiffen at the sudden contact, but eventually melt into it. I bury my head into his chest, feeling safe in his surprisingly strong arms. We stay like this and I feel myself calming down.
"Ahem, sorry to interrupt your moment, but I need to speak with Iggy-brows," a voice says from the doorway. England and I jump apart, or at least try to considering we are on a bed, and blush furiously. In the doorway is America, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Ah, right, be there in a moment," England replies. He excuses himself and walks out behind America, closing the door as he goes. I let a sigh escape and look at Cerberus, who has been standing diligently at the side of the bed.
"I don't suppose you could shrink yourself, huh?" I ask him. He tilts his head to the side and appears to think about it. I watch as he glows and shrinks down a bit. His new form is like a chibi version of the original, cute and adorable. "Aww, you're so cute and fluffy," I coo as I pick him up, holding him close and petting him. I sigh contentedly, wondering what America and England are talking about.
3rd Person POV
England glared at America for interrupting the hug he had been sharing with Alex. Even though he would never admit it out loud, he felt a certain connection with the girl. "Well, what was so bloody important?" he asks.
"Where are these dudes going to stay tonight? I tried asking them directly, but they all gave different answers. That Lucy chick wants to go with Russia, Luke wants to go with Hungary and Austria, and Gavin wants to go with Prussia and Germany," America explains.
England considered the predicament, trying to come up with a solution. "Why not let them? It would cause less of a problem and I'm pretty sure they would be adamant about it," England says with a sigh. "For now, though, Alex will have to stay here. She is in no condition to be moving around."
"Alright, I'll go tell the others and you tell Alex," America says as he runs off. England sighs at the younger nation, wishing he would have a little more class. He turns back towards the door and prepares to tell Alex the living arrangements.
"Alex, it looks like you will be staying with me for now, so what would you like for dinner?" he asks as he steps into the room. He pauses and chuckles to himself at the sight of Alex asleep with a chibi version of Cerberus on her lap. "Sleep well, love."
So, how are your feels doing? The next few chapters will be even more backstories and wacky adventures with the countries people decided to go with. Thanks for reading and look forward to the next chapter.
