Pairings: Fruk, Canus, Rusjap(which probably isn't gonna be more than a 'btw we're dating' thing, the reason being this is about Alfred and his family)

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Chibimerica: Pwease wead! (teary puppy-eyes)

Warnings: Abuse! Insanity! Alcoholism! Human names! Yaoi! Angst! Psycho-shit! Violence! Profanity! Gakuen AU! Gay-Marriage! Made-up cities cause I'm too lazy to pick real ones!

Chapter 3: Breakdown!

Alfred chopped vegetables, humming to himself as he made dinner. It had been a while since he had the ingredients for a full meal, so he was going all out to make a full pot roast dinner. He had the wine and crock-pot ready and all the ingredients were out on the counter ready for him to work. He felt comforted as he chopped the carrots up for the roast; he never felt more comfortable than when he was cooking. It was the one thing he remembered doing with his mother before she left. Alfred paused, hearing footsteps behind him before continuing to chop the vegetables.

"Are you okay Arthur? You've been in bed all day... Dinner will be ready in about four hours." Alfred told him, beginning to cut up the onion after he finished chopping the carrots. Alfred was completely unprepared for the fist that collided with the side of his head. Alfred fell to the tile floor, dazed, his glasses falling off and the knife he held skittering away with the momentum of his fall.

"Evil witch! You're not my Alfie." Arthur growled, moving over Alfred and reaching out to grab him. Terrified, Alfred lashed out with his foot to kick Arthur away from himself, only for Arthur to grab his ankle and jerk it harshly and twisting it. Alfred cried out in pain.

"Arthur, stop!" Alfred begged, trying to get away. Arthur didn't let him, moving quickly to drag him back and start punching him.

"You evil beast! You look like my Alfie, but you're not him! Why do you look like my Alfie!" Arthur pinned Alfred to the floor, straddling him as he wrapped one hand around Alfred's throat and began to back-hand him harshly with the other.

"Where's Alfred! ? I'll kill you, vile witch!" Arthur screamed, wrapping both hands around Alfred's throat and slamming his head against the tile floor. Alfred was beginning to lose consciousness so he pushed desperately at Arthur with all his might. Arthur was not quite as strong as Alfred, so he was flung to the side. Alfred gasped harshly, tears streaming down his face, as he tried to get air back into his lungs and crawl away as fast as he could, terrified and disorientated.

"Stop!" Alfred cried again as Arthur stormed over and kicked him in the ribs hard. Alfred could feel his ribcage creak under the sudden pressure, almost cracking, and tried to gasp air back into his lungs. Arthur grabbed him by the hair, yanking him up so that he was sitting somewhat upright.

"Where is Alfred? Evil whore! I know what you are! The fairies told me what you are! You can't hide that from me!" Arthur punched Alfred in the face. Alfred's nose erupted with blood, his lip splitting open again and beginning to bleed as well. Arthur began to punch Alfred in the chest and stomach as well, more confused demands pouring from his lips and screaming vulgar insults as well.

"Fine, if you won't give him back, I'll just kill you." Arthur hissed, smirking at Alfred's limp barely conscious form. Arthur dropped Alfred and walked away for a moment to the other end of the kitchen, bending over and picking something up. Alfred tried to catch his breath, laying on the floor with tears falling down his cheeks and mingling with the blood. Alfred opened his eyes and tried to focus on Arthur fearfully. Arthur began to walk back over to Alfred, the silver knife glinting for a moment in his hands and causing Alfred's eyes to widen in fear.

"N-no! Arthur please!" Alfred wheezed, crawling away as best he could. Arthur walked over quickly, a cold look on his face as he used his free hand to press Alfred to the floor. Arthur raised the knife, completely focused on Alfred.

"Mon dieu!" A male voice shrieked. Arthur froze and looked over to the kitchen doorway to see Francis and Matthew staring at him in disbelief and horror, completely frozen in shock. Arthur disregarded them and plunged the knife down quickly, sinking it into Alfred's stomach. Matthew and Francis screamed, running forward. Francis grabbed Arthur, dragging him away and pinning him to the floor. "Cher dieu Arthur qu'as-tu fait!"

"Alfred! Oh, mon dieu, Alfred!" Matthew rushed to Alfred's side, tears streaming down his cheeks. He hovered anxiously, not knowing what to do. Alfred gasped harshly for breath, moving his hands toward the knife still stuck inside him and foolishly ripped it out, screaming at the intense pain.

"Matthieu, call an ambulance now!" Francis ordered, holding down the struggling Arthur. "Tell them to send police as well!"

Matthew stood quickly, intending to do so. Alfred reached a blood-covered hand out quickly, grabbing his pant-leg.

"N-no! N-n-no p-police...did-didn't mean it! P-please n-no police!" Alfred pleaded deliriously, consciousness fading into oblivion.

"Alfred!" Francis cried out, fearing for the teen's life.

"Matthieu quickly!" Francis shouted while Arthur continued to scream profanities and the like in increasing incoherency. It was almost impossible to understand most of what he was saying.

When Alfred woke again, he was in a hospital bed and Francis and Matthew were sleeping in chairs next to him. Alfred sat up and looked at the two blankly for a while before getting up and limping over to Francis, roughly shaking the man awake. Francis jerked and looked at Alfred, confused for a moment before jumping up in concern.

"Alfred you should not be up! You are hurt very badly!" Francis scolded gently, walking closer to Alfred who backed up. Matthew awoke because of the noise they were making and looked up at Alfred in concern, getting up himself.

"Where's Arthur?" Alfred demanded, glaring at Francis; Francis sighed.

"Arthur is in police custody for attempted murder." Francis told him seriously. Alfred's eyes widened and his jaw dropped open in horror.

"H-he's where? ! Why is he in police custody? !" Alfred demanded, absolutely furious; Matthew stepped closer to Alfred as well.

"Alfred, he tried to kill you." Matthew told him gently; Alfred stepped back again, shaking his head and making himself a little dizzy without meaning to.

"You don't understand! He was just confused; he didn't mean it!" Alfred denied loudly. Francis reached out to pull Alfred into what he hoped was a comforting embrace.

"Alfred, I understand you are upset, but he stabbed you! He has tried to kill you and you are not safe with him." Francis tried to explain. Alfred tried to push him away, tears gathering in his eyes quickly.

"No! He didn't mean it! He was just a little confused! We have to get him out of there! He needs me!" Alfred cried, wriggling out of Francis' arms.

"Alfred, please! You're hurt! You have to lie down." Matthew begged. Alfred shook his head again.

"I'm not laying down until you go get Arthur! He must be so scared right now..." Alfred began to chew on the skin of his fingers in anxious worry.

"Alfred, ma chèr, Arthur tried to kill you. We cannot go retrieve him." Francis said firmly.

"Get out." Alfred spoke darkly, glaring at both Francis and Matthew.

"Alfred please understand, he hurt you badly. You could have died." Matthew pleaded, Alfred only glared harder at them.

"I said get out. Get out now! I don't want to see either of you again!" Alfred snarled, Francis sighed.

"We will leave for now, but we will return later. Please ma chèr, get some rest." Francis voiced, concerned. Alfred glared at them as they left, Matthew throwing one last worried look at him. Alfred stuck his tongue out at the door after they closed it before he looked around the room for a phone. Alfred spotted one and walked over to it, picking it up and calling the front desk.

"Yes, I would like to place a call outside the hospital please." Alfred requested before listening to the instructions on how to call carefully,. "Thank you."

He hung up and dialed again; he waited, listening to the ring until he heard a familiar voice on the other end. "Hey, Ivan I need your help. No, nothing like that. It's Arthur, he...he kind of snapped and that fucking French asshole had him thrown in prison. Please, can you pull a few strings and get him out? He won't last in there. NO! Please Ivan, just do this for me. I know...I'm sorry. It's just...Please, he needs to get out of there...No! Don't do that! Just get him out of there and drop him off at home. He'll behave himself. Ivan please! ...Thank you Ivan." Alfred spoke frantically through most of it, but eventually he calmed. Alfred hung up and sat in the bed heavily as a doctor came into the room to check on him. "When can I go home?"

"In a few days. We need to monitor you just in case of any complications." The doctor told him seriously, making him lay back.

"Don't get up again or we'll keep you longer." The doctor warned before leaving. Alfred sighed, closing his eyes tightly and sniffled, hot tears stinging at his eyes. He brought his palms up to his eyes, trying to stop himself from crying.

"Damn it Arthur...Why do you have to make everything so fucking hard?" Alfred choked out, breathing heavily as he tried not to sob his heart out.

TBC...

Yami Ryo: Special thanks to my beta akuoni!

French translation:

Cher dieu Arthur qu'as-tu fait!-Dear god Arthur what have you done!

Oh mon dieu Alfred-Oh god Alfred

ma chère-my dear