A/N Sorry I took so long to post this! I really am! Anyway, please review and I do not own Hetalia
I gasped. My bloody mum had to ruin everything. I held onto Alfie for life.
"Hello mum.."
"We have been looking for you everywhere! And here you are!"
"Like I bloody fucking care about the fact that you were looking for me."
"I told you no Alfred."
"I'm telling you to leave me alone." I knew she thought I was gross.
"I'm your mum. You are to listen to me."
"No."
"Did you just tell me no?"
"Yes. You make my life a living fucking hell. Also, I thought the gift you gave me for my birthday was really funny. Vary helpful, I assume. For you. For me. Maybe even the whole fucking world. Why the hell would you even give me a gun?!"
"Because you where a mistake! You shouldn't even be here!"
"Then, if he bothers you so much, why don't you let him live here?" Alfie cut in.
"Because that's too good for him."
"What the bloody hell did I do?!"
"You look like your father."
"So?!"
"He died. All I can think about is that day he died, whenever I look at you ."
"So you hate me for it, naturally. Because it so was my fucking fault that he died." She shoot me a look of pure hatred. Alfie turned his head so our foreheads where touching. I blushed and I know I did.
"Babe."
"Hmmm?"
"We still gotta eat~" I smiled. Smart boyfriend.
"This is true~"
"No, I want my son back." My mum said.
"Why? So you can make my life more of a living hell?"
"...no..."
"Lies!" She then pulled me off of Alfred by pulling my ear. She kept pulling and threw me into the car.
"Good day, Alfred. Or should I say 'Alfie'." She was mocking me! "I really don't see what you see in him." Then, with out another word she got in the driver's seat and drove away. Back to hell.
"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT RUNNING AWAY, YOU UNGRATEFUL SON OF A BITCH!" That's the first thing she said to me when I got out of the car and into the house. This was going to go well.
"BECAUSE THIS PLACE IS A LIVING HELL, WHORE!" I was going to pay for that, but hey how else would she of picked up Francis's dad?
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY, FAGET?!"
"I CALLED YOU A FUCKING WHORE! ARE YOU DEAF?!" By this time all my brothers where down here, probably debating if they should stop the fight here or not.
"THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She then got out a really thin belt. She pushed me on the couch, my back facing up, and started whipping me. My brothers backed off, can't you just feel the love? She whipped me multiple times, and god did it hurt. I screamed and cried. A lot. "WHAT ARE YOU A BABY?! STOP CRYING AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!" I tried to do just that, but with fail I screamed again. I passed out from the blood loss and pain soon enough. She stopped after that, probably when her husband convinced her to do so. I drifted off into sleep soon after that.