Warning- In no way what so ever is this historically accurate. Or do the following events happen in this order.

Prussia- HetaliaShadow doesn't own Hetalia. I am awesome. Deal with it.

Chapter 3

Prussia dragged England setting him down on the toilet and searched the drawers for gauze since he was still bleeding. He found some and wrapped England's wrist with it.

Damn good thing I have practice with this. Prussia thought.

While Gilbert looked in the drawers Arthur felt the pain in his arms, but more so in his heart. Prussia has a little brother, he must hate me for how I've treated mine, he will never love me, England thought.

Perhaps that was the real reason he cut.

"Arthur, why did you do this? And what's pointless?" Gilbert demanded standing.

"Life is pointless. I am a terrible person, I failed at being a big brother to America. He hates me now. And why I did it? What else do you want me to do? I've drank already. It didn't help. So I resorted to this." Arthur said staring down Gilbert with blank green eyes.

"Life isn't pointless. And this in no way will help you." Gilbert said gently.

"What do you know?" Arthur accused.

Gilbert took off his slightly bloodied shirt and showed Arthur his scars. All up his pale forearm, some on his stomach, few on his chest, some on his back. Some were from Ivan, others from himself.

"Russia broke my will when the Berlin wall was up. (A/N Yeah so totally the Berlin wall was up before the American Revolution. Definitely) I was broken, I had no will. This is what I did. And you know what? I thought it would help, and in my mind I forced myself to think it did. But Arthur, it doesn't. It just leaves scars." Gilbert said gently but emotionally trying not to cry.

Arthur stared into Gilbert red eyes then he looked at the scars. He didn't want that, and he saw he was hurting Gilbert, for some unknown reason. He didn't want to hurt Gilbert, he was being really nice to him.

"T-then what helps?" Arthur asked.

"Talking." Gilbert replied.

"Oh…" Arthur replied.

Gilbert looked up, a few tears on his face "Promise me you won't do it anymore Artie?"

Arthur looked at him, he had never seen Gilbert this upset. And just why was he so upset?

"Yeah I promise you." Arthur replied.

Gilbert gave Arthur a hug.

"Get off you gi-, just get off."

"You need to sober up." Gilbert said hollowly laughing.

"And you need to stop crying." Arthur said.

Arthur brought his hand up to Gilbert's face and wiped away the tears. Gilbert did his best not to shudder at England's soft touch.

"A-Arthur you should get dressed now." Gil said standing.

Gilbert walked out of the bathroom and sat down on the couch in his room. How, why would England do that? It shocked Gilbert. Arthur was so uptight and proper.

Gilbert hoped Arthur wouldn't see why he cared… he didn't want to tell Arthur he loved him quite yet.

But he did, he loved him a LOT.

Arthur, now dressed, joined Gilbert.

"Mind if I sit?" he asked.

"No, not at all." Gilbert said shifting over a little.

"So, uh talking helps?" Arthur asked.

"From my experience, yeah it does." Gil said.

"Ok then, ready for a story?" Arthur asked composing himself.

"Fire away Artie." Gilbert said.

"So when I found America I promised him I'd be a good big brother to him. mine weren't and I didn't want to be like that to him. So I tried, but he is so rebellious! He wanted to dress this way, or act this way, and it wasn't right, he was going to get himself hurt! I didn't want that so I came down on him a little. And that was a little too hard. He broke away, he started the war, or I did, I don't know. We fought and it killed me inside. But one look into his eyes showed it didn't hurt him at all. He had no problem going to war. And he planned to win. He did. He's free, and he stated, to my face, while I looked down the barrel of his gun, 'England I hate you. And in no way are you my brother. You are terrible, you're filth, a tyrant. I want nothing to do with you.' And that hurt, America was my little brother! He was my little Alfred that I protected like a big brother should! What did I do wrong? I screwed up somehow, and now he'll never forgive me. He hates him own big brother. I failed him, and myself. Perhaps I wasn't the right one to raise him. Maybe I shouldn't have even tried to raised him, someone could have done better. Hell that bloody frog France could have done better than I have." Arthur stopped talking and cried then.

Just broke down and cried. Gilbert watched for no more than a second before pulling Arthur close to him. He held Arthur nearly in his lap. He wrapped his arm comfortingly and protectively around Arthur's sobbing frame. His chin was on Arthur's shoulder while Arthur sobbed into Prussia's shirtless chest. Gilbert held the back of Arthur's head with one hand and hugged him with the other. Gilbert was sad Arthur was upset, but he loved being able to comfort his love.

Arthur sobbed for a while, his arms wrapped around Gilbert. Arthur felt some of Gil's scars, they were little raised lines. Arthur couldn't stop crying, but he did feel better. Perhaps Gilbert was right, talking helped. Or maybe crying did.

Or maybe talking, crying, and holding the one you loved helped too.

Falke: Oh don't you all hate me now? I bet you do. Wait and keep reading and we will get to the fun stuff!

Romano- I still want to shoot them.

Antonio- Romano be nice!

Vash- Hey shooting people is my job!

Poland- Like totally shoot Falke! She will still like still totally not let me be in here!

Germany- Review und I'll um make you wurst.