Disclamer: I do not own Hetalia. That and I don't own any beta readers, hence why the grammar sucks...That and I do shitty editing at like 12 in the morning.
When Alfred got home, he had never felt more relieved when he flopped on the bed. He has never felt as awful as he had in years! Not even when he was sick! He looked at the mirror on the door and he looked at himself in disgust. He was pale, he didn't have much of his usual golden tan look, and it almost looked...Grey. His hair looked stringy and oily and what disgusted him the most was that his stomach looked bloated, like he had pretty much binged on the most fattening foods out there and eating ten big Macs in one go...ew.
Alfred rubbed his face and groaned in distress. He felt disgusting like he had been dumped in grease and everything was clogged. But besides the symptoms his face felt oily as well, like hadn't washed it in days, which was weird since he washed this morning. His stomach growled as it begged for proper food, which he had been depriving himself for days. Alfred was suffering, but to look thin he had to cut out the things he loved to do, and start doing the things he hated...Like exercising.
Maybe he could run a few laps this weekend and after school. Then he could lose more weight like that. Sighing he went into the bathroom so that maybe he could get rid of some of the ugliness his reflection was showing him by taking a shower. If not then Hair products are supposed to be good for something.
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As the bell rang Mattie quickly pack up his things and left the classroom. He wanted to make sure that Alfred was alright after hearing that he had left early. He had no doubt in his mind that he was going to be suffering from malnutrition. It was an early stage, but the effects hit much harder in the beginning. As he was running through the hallways, he didn't notice anybody until he collided with the muscular Russian. Falling flat on his ass, he scrambled to get up, the apology on his lips. That is, until the Russian boy spoke first.
"Ah Alfred! Feeling better da?" Matt pursed his lips in annoyance. Most people did tend to forget that Alfred had a twin brother, and it did tend to piss him off just a little bit. But when he realized who he bumped into the blond paled considerably. Mattie has a bit of a grudge against the Russian, after the science fair he just couldn't stand Ivan. It took weeks to get Alfred to stop crying from the loss of such a hefty scholarship. Especially when he worked so hard just to have it destroyed. Mattie cleared his throat as he gave the Russian a cold look.
"Excuse me, I'm not Alfred. I'm Matthew." Ivan blinked at the boy until it suddenly clicked. That was Alfred's twin brother, the less annoying one. Ivan gave his usual child like smiles as he felt disinterest. His brother didn't sound like as much fun as the other one was, so he didn't really care.
"My apologies, you both are just strikingly similar." Mattie wanted nothing more then to wipe the smile off the Russians face, just act like Alfred for a minute saying "Uh Durp. We are twins." But decided against being that he stood no chance against the Russian, plus that would be completely out of his character. Mattie just forced a polite smile on his face and walked around the Russian.
"Yes, I get that a lot. Now if you excuse me I got to get home, see if Alfred's okay." With that he dashed out the door, not realizing that a slip of paper had fallen out of the blond bag. Curious, Ivan went to pick up the paper. 'Why is Matvy so worried? He was just sick.' He thought before unfolding the paper. He looked confused, all there was, were times and food calories. Ivan's eyes widened as he read the small printing in the corner where it said 'Alfred's food Diary' His shock turned slightly in disgust. Was he really that pathetic? After just a few taunts and teases he would resort to stupidity? Ivan almost snorted. 'I forgot, this is Alfred we're talking about. He always resorts to stupidity.' Ivan had to admit that he felt slightly guilty for participating in his teasing, but they were always fired back with ones that were just as bad. However, Ivan's guilt was overrun by sadistic pleasure. 'Maybe, just maybe I could turn this...My way perhaps.' A smirk crawled on his face as he kept looking at the food diary, seemingly pleased with himself that he could push Alfred this far. And with his low self esteem, this will be too easy.
"Hmm, probably much easier then I'd ever hope for." He mumbled to himself. He had it all planned out too. And since such a big project was coming up, they had a lot of time together. And manipulating someone with low confidence was pretty easy. 'You should be careful who you piss off Jones, because I'm going to crush you slowly.' Seeming to be rather pleased with his mental declaration, he crumbled the evidence of Alfred's problem and threw it in the trash.
'Very careful indeed'
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Mattie gasped for breath as he shut his door. He ran from his school to his house that was at least 5 blocks away. Slightly amazed with himself, he leaned on the wall to catch his breath before he called out for his brother.
"Alfred!" Mattie's voice was raspy and tired, having yet to catch his breath. When no one responded, Mattie felt fear go up his stomach and closing his throat. Maybe he's hurt? Oh lord, what if he passed out again! Mattie heard footsteps coming from upstairs and he sighed in relief. Alfred must of come out the shower, that's probably he didn't hear him. He crept upstairs and crouched behind Alfred's door, peaking in the small crack of his door. Mattie grimaced, as he settled his place at the door spying on his brother to make sure he's not doing anything stupid...Like he usually is.
'Ew, I feel like a complete pervert. Or a stalker, in any way I still feel like I'm doing something incestuous' Peeking in he was very happy that Al decided to put jeans on before he came out. The quiet twin frowned as he looked at the boys pants. Obviously he was losing weight, by the small space in his pants, but not as much as he thought he'd lose. It didn't make the twin any less worried thought, he knew his brother, he liked results fast and he wouldn't be afraid to take more...Drastic measures. Hopefully, Matt could help him before it gets too far.
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Alfred looked at his pants and gave a small smile. He was making at least a little progress. Alfred cringed as a pang of hunger spread from his stomach throughout his body. Smoking wasn't helping the hunger cravings as it did before and water now seemed to save room for food. Fuck, he was hungry. But he noticed that he was losing pounds bit by bit, and he just couldn't stop, he wasn't satisfied with where his weight was yet. However, he started noticing that Mattie had become noticeably strange lately. But honestly, that didn't surprise him. Mattie was always an observant little bastard, and was starting to get nosy now. Mattie had started to make pancakes and more then likely he'll be expected to eat them. Of course he'll accept them, but he would never eat them. Oh god no, the calories in pancakrs are incredible, he'd fuck up the entire 'Diet' if he did. So once he takes them to school he'll just give them to Gilbert, that guy will eat anything. Alfred sighed irritably; Mattie thought he was fat too right? So why is he so worried? He should mind his own fucking business and let him do what he wants. He blinked as he finally came back to reality. He grimaced as he saw that he'd been staring at the mirror. All he could see was pale skin, as in sickly pale. He wasn't exactly tan anymore like he was before, but after losing a lot of nutrients he guessed the color pigment would lack. He ran his hand through his hair, and stopped when he felt how dry it had gotten. 'This fast?' He thought, surprised at how scraggly and damaged it had look and felt. But what was worse was the way he saw his body, the fat boy that was looking straight at him, only to realize that the fat boy was really him. His arms looked too fat, if he jumped out his window and flapped his arms there could be a chance that he could glide down with those things. Grabbing at the bit of fat on his chin he could help but feel queasy, he looked like he had a double chin!
Alfred tore his eyes away from his reflection; he couldn't look at himself anymore. His own scrutiny was just as painful as the others, the boys in the locker room, his friends...His family. Alfred snarled as he through a framed picture of him and Mattie at the wall in frustration. "Well fuck them, fuck them all!" He yelled at no one in particular. He was just so angry. 'But at who?' He thought to himself. Maybe it at himself? The self loathing? Or maybe because he broke, and he felt less of a hero then he ever could thought. Or was it at them for pushing him so far? Alfred shook his head violently in denial. "I don't need them, I don't need anyone!" Alfred wasn't sure who he was trying to convince, whoever the hell is listening to his rants and declarations, or himself.
Mattie, who was sitting outside the door listening to his outbursts, frowned. Not sure if he should be pissed off or distressed. On one hand, Al was being picked on and maliciously teased. But all was the happy go lucky brother. The stronger brother. The brother Matt always wished he could be, and sometimes even resented. He was always outshone by Alfred, when it came to everyone's affection and constantly Matt wished he could be the bigger brother and knock Al down a few peg. But know that he's there, feeling like he had hit rock bottom, Matt regretted his wishes and some nasty words he said to Al.
Mattie felt extremely awkward when he heard Al sobbing quietly. Al was not the kind of kid who cries. He was always the one with the smile and the goofy personality. Not the guy with the most random mood swings every five seconds. Leaving Alfred's door, he went to his room. He needed to start thinking and fast. 'I need to start thinking of something, a good plan!' Mattie though as he went to his computer to work. He needed to help him, this was his brother! And even the American hero needs to be saved sometimes.
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However, Ivan didn't seem to think the same. Oh no, he's the diabolical "villain" who finds ways to make the "hero's" life a little harder. Ivan's lips turned into a malicious smile. 'If Alfred is at his weakest, why not strike now?' Ivan seemed pleased with that thought, now the hard part, what should he do? His self confidence was obviously already pelted down, so that made one thing easy. But the fact that he still could go around and act arrogant and still so independent. 'His wings needed to be clipped.' His grin spread wider across his face, almost threatening to split. "that's it..." Ivan nearly danced. His Baltic friends were getting kind of boring...They were already broken and it was much too easy. Even Toris had lost his vigour, But were all so fun to break. So why not make Alfred his new toy? 'Alfred had always been a challenge, and even when he's broken and mine it will still be a delicious victory. And breaking his spirit and having him submit to me...' The thought aroused him more then he thought it would, willing the dirty images away he contemplated. "Although, having him have a boney body isn't exactly attractive, but manipulation could go a long way."
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A/N: Hey guys remember me? Hehe, well I'm alive still! Sorry for the long wait and obviously quick chapter. To be honest, the reason why it was so late was because I hadn't been exactly feeling the creative spark to write and couldn't think of anything. That and then the stress of school, and apparently I'm moving on top of that...That and I've been doing some not so good things. AKA pot. So my brains cells have sort of died too. Stopping now, and getting back on what's really important. Canadians, one place where pot is half legal and actually had a parade for it. -_- Just don't do it, or else you'll end up like me who hasn't updated in what six months? Something like that. Anyway here is your chapter and all start putting out new ones sooner. I'm so sorry guys about the wait, but for those who are still reading thank you!