A/N: So. Broken is a collection of small writings that revolve around America being broken by Russia. They almost one shots, but they go together. I hope you like them!!
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Broken
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He had done it. America, beautiful America, his son, his brother, had been broken. By that monster.
Arthur fell to the ground, sobbing. Canada looked on sadly, nothing more than a messenger for his master now. He knew it was going to happen, by Alfred's slowly dwindling strength, and the way his voice would catch when he told Matthew, "I'm fine. Just fine. I'll get through this and save everyone, Matty. I'm a hero. A hero."
Arthur's hands reached up for Matthew's, grabbing them and pulling Matthew down to kneel next to him as England wrapped his arms around the Canadian. Matthew gently patted Arthur's back and rubbed it, trying his best to comfort the Englishman in the little amount of time he had. He would have to return soon.
Arthur clutched to Matthew, crying hard.
"Alfred, Alfred, Alfred," he sobbed in a mantra, much the way he had for Matthew when he had fallen. Luckily, Matthew had been allowed to visit Arthur.
Alfred would not have that option.
Arthur continued to cry, and was still doing so when Matthew had to leave. He kissed Arthur's cheek and said goodbye, feeling his heart rip to leave his elder brother like this.
Matthew would not be allowed to see Alfred either.
Canada nearly broke down himself when he remembered the way that America had looked, on that day, when Matthew had snuck in to give Alfred some food. Matthew knew that Alfred was going to break.
That didn't make it hurt any less.
Toris gently squeezed Matthew's hand when he took the Canadian's coat, a polite your welcome, comrade, to Matthew's polite thank you.
Gilbert was silent, and just hugged Matthew, letting Canada cry into his chest.
Alfred. Alfred. Alfred.
But Alfred was gone, replaced with a changeling, a subservient, obedient dog that heeled when his master told him to.
And there was no one who could get him back.