WARNING: HISTORICALLY INACCURATE
Warning #2: Self-harm
Onee-chan: If they don't see that ^ then idk what they'll see, and why isn't inaccurate in italics? oh wells.
Poland: So like when do i totally appear?
Liet: This is supposed to be a serious fic Poland...
Poland: I can be serious! you know that!
Liet: good point...
Onee-chan: Falke and I do not own Hetalia...yet...We also don't own Scarborough Fair, which I placed in here randomly...cause i'm awesome like that
~Chappie 2~
Prussia sat up, he was slowly being awaken by someone singing softly.
"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there,
For once she was a true love of mine."
"Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Without any seam or needlework,
Then she shall be a true lover of mine."
And that someone was a sexy Arthur was singing about his lost American love...
"Tell her to wash it in yonder well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Where never spring water or rain ever fell,
And she shall be a true lover of mine."
"Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
Then she shall be a true lover of mine."
Prussia got up and got dressed.
"Woah Iggy! Where the hell did all that alcohol come from? The hell?" Prussia screamed, startled. England sat on the kitchen floor, surrounded by bottles and bottles of alcohol, swaying slightly back and forth. Prussia sighed.
"C'mon, go wash up and take a bath. The awesome me will clean up in here." Prussia said, lifting England up from his feet and pointing him to the bathroom, and then turned around, not noticing England had slipped a knife up his sleeve and stumbled drunkenly into the bathroom.
However, unnoticed by England, he had accidentally cut himself and drops of blood quietly dripped down onto the floor, leaving a small trail from the kitchen to the bathroom. (A/N: Why didn't he notice? cause he was too drunk, kay? its all good? right? whatever)
Prussia quickly grabbed all the bottles littering the floor and threw then into a bag. Then grabbing a beer and opening it, he looked out the window. "When will that Brit stop sulking about that stupid American and start noticing my awesomeness!" He muttered under his breath, then grabbed the bag of bottles and put it outside his hotel door. "The workers will pick it up," He said to no one in particular.
When he walked back into the room, he heard running water coming from behind the bathroom door. "I hope he stops drinking all this alcohol soon." Prussia quietly said, still not noticing the blood on the floor. That is, until, "What the hell?" Prussia screamed, while falling backwards. He had slipped on the blood. "The awesome me just cannot trip like that!" Gilbert pouted, but then he saw what he landed in, blood.
"How did that get there..." Prussia wondered out loud, then looked at the trail of blood, it started in the kitchen, ended right in front of the bathroom door. Forgetting complete about the beer that he was holding and how it spilled all over the floor and the wall, He quickly ran over the the bathroom door.
"Hey England! Are you in there?" He yelled, banging on the bathroom door. When there was no response, he crashed the door in. In there, Arthur was sitting in the bathtub, shirtless, with blood slowly spilling out of his wrists, his hand on the knife that was hanging over his other wrist. In his eyes, there was no life, they were dull and empty, and those eyes were staring at the Prussian who just interrupted him.
"Fuck! England! Stop it!" Prussia ran over to England and gripped the knife. "Give it to me!" He cried, but England would not let go. "Please! I want to help you with my awesomeness!"
"Why?" England said, with such a monotone voice, that Prussia was almost shocked into letting go. "Why do you care so much? It's all so pointless."
"Why shouldn't I? How is it pointless? What is so pointless?" Prussia said while prying England's fingers off the knife, who allowed him to this time. England stayed quiet, Prussia sighed and stood up.
"Actually clean yourself now, or the awesome me will supervise. Kesesese~" Gilbert said, then walked quickly out of the room so that England couldn't see his blush at that thought, and to throw out the knife.
England snorted as soon as Prussia was out of sight. As if that would stop him. He no longer cared, nothing was of any importance to him. He pulled out his dagger and continued to let out all his feeling through his blood.
"Didn't I say to stop?" Prussia said, walking back in. So he had been peeking, England thought.
"And what makes you think I'm going to listen?"
"Get out and get dressed, now." Prussia said, while England just stared blankly, and still sat there. "I will pull you out of there myself." Prussia said, marching over to the bathtub. While England's mouth slightly twitched at one side, almost turning into a smirk.
Onee-chan: Finally done after days of procrastinating and writers block! I hope its not going to be bad :/
Poland: So like please review so Onee-chan can know whether or not she did a good job, and then so that I can blackmail- i mean convince Falke to out me in randomly~
Liet: Just please review and ignore Poland, for you sake and mine