Okay, I've decided to keep updating this story. I sort of like this version better than the new one...
DISCLAIMER: I dont own Hetalia or any of the characters.
Matthew ran back to the house, tears streaming down his face. He opened the front door and slammed it, locking it behind him. He let out deep sobs as he leaned against the door and slid down into a sitting position, burying his face in his knees, not caring if he stained his best pants with this salty water coming out of his eyes that was supposed to show his emotions. Nothing could show how he felt at this moment, the pain and confusion. The anger and hate.
No one loves me...
It was all a joke...
The only people that ever loved me are dead...
Dad hates me because I remind him too much of mom...
Alfred thinks I am his punching bag...
Elizaveta thinks I'm an idiot...
And I'm a gullible animal fucker...
The blonde couldn't take it anymore. Everyone hated him. He stood up and walked to the stairs. No one's going to care. No one's going to remember.
Matthew looked behind him at the sound of knocking on the door.
"Matthew?!" He heard Elizaveta say through the door, then another knock and a jiggle of the knob. She was probably just here to rub what just happened in Matthew's face.
"Mattie! Please! Open up!"
This just made Matthew, go upstairs and into his room quicker than he had originally planned to. He closed his bedroom door silently and locked that too. He took a quick glance around the room before spotting his journal. He took his pen and scribbled another entry onto the next blank page.
I don't want to remember what date this is... I guess this is my last entry...
He continued writing for about 30 seconds before closing the journal and placing it in his drawer. He went over to the box on his desk that held the gun his mother gave him. He opened the box that he hadn't touched in almost 7 years and took out the pistol.
The Canadian went over to his bed and sat down. He felt the cold metal with his fingers before feeling his bed for what he thought would be the last time. The blonde looked at himself in the body mirror that was on the wall across from the place he was sitting on the bed and put the gun to his head. He stared into his own eyes for a couple seconds.
"I love you mom." he whispered to himself before putting his hand on the trigger and pulling it.
BANG!
DARKNESS...
Elizaveta quickly looked up at the sound of the gunshot. Her mind raced with thoughts as she felt her heart sink, and sped up at the same time. She hit on the front door harder.
"MATTHEW! OPEN UP!" she screamed, pounding her fists on the wood, not caring if her hands were starting to cut.
"MATTIE!" The brunette cried loudly "P-Please don't tell me that w-was you..." she whispered, starting to cry, leaning her forehead on the door "Please Mattie..."
"What's wrong?!" One of the neighbor's came out of the house next door, holding her cell phone. "I heard a gunshot and called 911 and the police are on their way."
All Elizaveta could do was think about what just happened inside that house. She stared at the ground, her hand still balled in a fist and on the door, her forehead resting there too. Did he really do that? No. This is just her imagination. Matthew will come walking to the door and open it and let her in. She will apologize and everything will be okay.
The Hungarian's hopes were crushed though when she heard the sirens and saw the flashing lights come towards the house. Damn. Those lights were bright...very...very bright...
Before the brunette had a chance to snap back into reality, her vision was blurry and she was staring at the ground.
"What happened?" She heard a man with a deep voice ask.
"I don't know! There was a gunshot coming from the Jones' house and I heard this girl screaming. Then she just fainted! Oh God, please help these poor children and whoever's in the house..." The neighbor said.
And that was the last thing Elizaveta heard of that night.
Alfred drove home after the restaurant had told them to leave since they were being too loud. He blasted the music as he sped down the street, but slammed on the brakes at the sight of police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks on his street.
"What the...?" he said to himself as he pulled over to see what was going on. He couldn't really see well since the light reflected off his glasses. He walked closer, only to see that the police and ambulances were in front of his house.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked himself again. He ran over, under the 'do not cross' tape and to the front door.
"Hey kid! What are you doing here?" An officer asked, trying to get him to go back.
"This is my house!" Alfred answered, pushing the officer away.
"Wait, so do you have a key?" Another asked.
Alfred nodded.
"Well, what are you waiting for?! Open the door!"
Alfred messed around in his pockets to try and find the keys. "Phone...money...k- no, that's some string...Ah-ha! Keys!" he pulled out the golden-colored key and unlocked the door.
Officers and paramedics rushed inside and checked every room, Alfred following them. They reached Matthew's door and tried to open it.
"It's locked, is there a key for this door?" A female paramedic asked.
Alfred nodded and reached up above the door and grabbed the other key "Yeah, but I don't think you-" he froze when he opened the door and saw the scene.
Alfred's eyes widened. Lying on the floor in a pool of blood, was Matthew. Loosely gripped in the Canadian's hand was a gun that Alfred had never seen before. It was a pistol, but it wasn't the kind he usually saw.
The female paramedic rushed over "IN HERE!" she shouted, signalling the others to come rushing in. She put two fingers on the side of Matthew's neck to check for a pulse "He still has a pulse! We need to get him to the hospital! Quick!"
Sucky chapter is rushed... Sorry. I'm terrible at writing.
And, just to make it clear, I know the paramedics and police would normally knock down the doors if they were locked, but since was, I guess you can say, Alfred's POV at that time, it only said what he saw. So, what really happened was that they were about o knock down the door when Alfred walked up, but then they found out that Alfred had a key and just thought it would be better. IDK. Like I said, I'm not good at writing v.v