Long Ass Author's Note: I'm so happy that people actually like this! Reading through the reviews and all, it's true, I'm suprised there isn't a lot of depressing stuff that has to do with America/Alfred unless it actually has to do with the Revolution or the actual Depression. I just kind of thought of this because even in the english dub he's made fun of even more being fat, and I have a lot of empathy (is that the right word to use?) for people, even personifications. So it's funny, but I thought he'd snap at one point. Then I thought about how many girls here in America actually want to go on a diet or think they're fat, and I just put it together into this really sad awesome story. Idiots have feelings too! Also to get back on the whole depressing thing, I just kind of think Alfred deep down doesn't feel too good about himself, because when you look at the US, a lot of us feel like we're the best country ever and all that jazz, but when you take away the whole 'freedom!' and stuff, you look and you're just like, "...wow, something's not right here." I know all countries have their issues, but it seems like we keep those issues as a taboo sometimes, and not share them to the whole world. Like for me, I like America, but there's so much shit wrong here. Okay, I'm going to stop talking. Enjoy!
Alfred wakes up in a cold sweat a 4AM. He pushes his hand through his hair, and looks that a couple more hairs came out. He turns on the lamp next to him and brags his "hero's Journal' and a pen. He starts to write in it how he had the nightmare...again. It was the same one over and over, but every time he had it felt like he had it for the first time. Usually if he had a nightmare he'd wake up, go downstairs, and have a midnight snack to calm his nerves. But now he's lucky to even eat 200 calories every day. He got up from his bed to the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water then looked up at himself in the mirror. He sees nothing but love handles and double chins, when he's really just skin and bone. For the past couple months Alfred Jones has gone from being on a diet to becoming full blown anorexic. His rib cage pops out of his body like its desperately trying to escape. His fingers are twigs, so delicate that you're afraid that if you touch them they'll snap. He might as well be a skeleton wrapped in skin with eyes and hair, and nothing else. He turns on the TV looking for something to watch. Yes, its 4 in the morning, so there must be something on. As he flipped through the channels, every other channel seemed to be some infomercial about a supplement that can help you lose weight or some kind of new exercising equipment.
Great, now the TV was mocking him too.
"Maybe I should just go to the gym," Alfred thought, "let's just check one more channel, just in case."
He flipped to the channel and somehow it felt like the people on the commercial were talking to him. Insulting him. They got louder and louder until he yelled, "SHUT UP!" and turned off the TV. He went straight to the bathroom and threw up. Then he got dressed, and went to the gym. When he got there, we went on the treadmill, elliptical, and did some weightlifting. By the time he realized it, it was 7:00. Arthur was going to be there in an hour. Alfred went back home, took a shower (he didn't take one at the gym because he was too self conscious) and a breakfast of 10 grapes. He knew if he didn't eat something after he worked out for so long he'd pass out, and he didn't need Arthur freaking out and figuring out what's going on.
Right at 8am he heard a knock at the door. He loved it when Arthur came to visit, even if Arthur was in a bad mood most of the time and made fun of him, it was nice to have some company every now and then.
"IGGY!" Alfred exclaimed as he opened the door and gave a surprise bear hug to Arthur.
"Gah! Let go of me you f-" that's when Arthur noticed something. Alfred's hug felt different. It felt real...bony. As if he just got hugged by a skeleton. He felt Alfred ease up and hugged him back. As he wrapped his arms around Alfred, he noticed that there was a sudden loss of mass on Alfred's waist.
"Did he actually...lose weight?" Arthur thought. When he let go and looked at Alfred, he was flabbergasted.
"Alfred..."
"What do you think? Told ya I'd look better next time you saw me!" Alfred boasted making muscular poses.
"Alfred...what...I..." Arthur didn't really know what to say. He was...thin. No, not just 'thin', really thin.
Dangerously thin.