Diclaimer: I do not now nor will I ever own Hetalia.

Note: Technically, I'm supposed to be writing two papers while I'm in the middle of writing this. However, the voices in my head are screaming at me to put this down on paper. For those of you familiar with my work, I'm back! For those of you who are new to my work, I bid you welcome! This is my first Hetalia fic. I figured it was about time to branch out again. To those who know my work, I do have plans to continue my work with Saiyuki. Thanks for all your support! I hope you enjoy it as much as I will enjoy writing it.

Ciao,

Serephim

Day 12Alfred's Journal

The air feels nice. It's too hot in this room. It's always too hot. As I'm writing this, I'm sitting in my room close to the window. It feels better here. The sky is a nice shade of blue and there's not a cloud in the sky.

Matt told me I should start keeping a journal right now. So I can go back and look at how much progress I've made so far. To be honest, I feel like this is total bullshit. I feel like I'm being taunted and reminded of how much of a loser I am right now.

'Congratulations! It's been 12 days. Keep it up!'

Bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. I'm still at the same fucking spot I was 12 days ago! I still have so many nicks and cuts from shaving. I threw out the glass shards shortly after the bathroom mirror broke. I haven't bothered to get it replaced. That was 12 days ago too.

Matthew has been encouraging me little by little. Personally, right now, I want to knock him in the teeth. It's not that I hate him or anything. He's my brother, for Pete's sake. Who the hell was Pete anyways? He must've pissed a bunch of people off in order to get his name forever stuck in a phrase like that.

I'm going back to school starting tomorrow. Matt said everyone is looking forward to seeing me. They're concerned that I still haven't gotten over my accident. Morons.

The sun actually burned my eyes today. I hadn't opened the curtains in so long. In the sunlight, my skin glowed slightly from the lack of it. I heard myself laugh for the first time in 12 days.

What does it matter anyways? It's only been 12 days. 12 long, horrible, cruel days. I don't know how many are left. How long will it take? When will my life get back to normal? Tomorrow? Three weeks? Four weeks? A year?

All I know so far is that I have survived 12 days.

I don't know if I'll make it.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

A/N: That's the end of the first chapter. To be honest, this is going to be a long one. Unfortunately, I don't know how often I will update. I hope you will continue with this. Reviews are always welcome. If it sounds slightly OC, I apologize and ask you to continue with it for a little longer. I promise that all will be explained. Peace Be

Serephim