Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own the amazingness that is Hetalia...

Warnings! Bloody scenes ahead along with a hopefully tear jerking scene at the end

Italics- thoughts

Bold & Italics- Billy

Alfred screamed and toppled backwards and into the cabinets. The soap and water sprayed everywhere and the wooden bowl he was cleaning clattered to the floor. He stared at his twitching hand in horror.

BILLY?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO ME?! THIS ISN'T FUNNY?!

Tears beaded at the corners of his eyes as he quickly stood up and ran to his room.

Once he got there he quickly rifled through his drawers for the box of cutting utensils he had carefully hidden away in a secret compartment. Fishing out a nail about three inches long, he hid the box again and ran to the bathroom-locking the door behind him.

In a flash he positioned the nail-sharp side up on the floor and ripped off his right shoe and sock. Wasting no time he gritted a towel between his teeth and stomped down.

He screamed into the towel in pain as the nail speared through his heel and disappeared into his flesh until his foot was flat on the floor.

He ripped the towel from his mouth and struggled to put on his sock on shoe. He couldn't bend his ankle since the nail locked it in place and caused waves of pain to spike up his leg.

He could hear Billy's shrieks and actually covered his ears in a futile attempt to block the noise out. He could swear his ears were bleeding from the sheer volume.

For Arthur

Over the next few days it had been getting steadily worse. Billy had somehow begun to control his body as random times-the only warning was a giggle before Alfred would lurch towards something sharp or worse-towards Arthur.

Alfred knew what Billy was trying to do.

Billy was trying to kill Arthur.

Like hell I'll let you kill my big brother. Even if it costs me my life-I will save his.

This I swear.

He thought of hanging himself.

I'll just keep coming back to life until someone cuts me down...

He thought of drowning himself.

Same thing-I'll keep dying over and over again...

He thought of taking a bullet to his head.

It'll just fall out and heal...

He thought of carving out his own heart.

...that might work.

Nations could only die three ways:

1.) By their people and land being completely disbanded or obliterated.

2.) By causing a wound so catastrophic that their body had no way to reform-like being blasted apart atom-by-atom from an atomic bomb

3.) By cutting out their own heart or having it removed from their body in some way and leaving it out for a undetermined length of time

The third was just a rumor-no nation had ever tried it before.

Alfred was going to see if it was just a rumor.

It was dark in the woods save for the illuminating light from the full moon overhead.

Alfred walked slowly through the trees with the carving knife glinting brightly.

The insects were deathly silent and the only noise was from the rustle of leaves from the occasional gust of wind.

It took him about a half an hour to reach his destination: a sinkhole.

No one ever came near here because the fall would kill them.

Well, unless you were a nation.

Only after he climbed down into the deep ditch did the reality of what he was about to do kicked in.

I'm going to kill myself...

It wasn't that he hadn't given it much thought-he had. He had written a letter of explanation under his bed so Arthur learned the truth about Billy.

Arthur was currently in town drinking so he didn't need to worry about his older brother freaking out about finding an empty bed.

Arthur...

Would Arthur miss him? Or was Billy right about the older nation just using him for his land?

NO! He wouldn't give into Billy! Not now of all times!

He stripped off his shirt and positioned the knife at his heart.

He was using all his strength to keep Billy from interferring. And oh was Billy screaming at him.

STOP THIS YOU IDIOT! DON'T YOU DARE KILL US! DON'T DO IT YOU FOOL! ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO END YOUR LIFE FOR THAT BRIT? W-WAIT! I DIDN'T MEAN THAT...ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO LEAVE HIM ALONE?!

That made him stop.

Was he really going to leave Arthur alone?

How would he react to the fact that he had been suffering so much for his sake?

Would he cry?

Would he hate him?

Would he think it was his fault?

Alfred could just imagine Arthur's tear stained face as he held his colony's bloody body.

"A-Alfred you idiot! W-Why did it c-come to this?! WHY DID YOU DO IT?! WHY?!"

Alfred flung the knife as far as he could and slumped to floor onto his back.

The rain began fall onto his now muddy face and mixed with his tears.

Alfred suddenly began to wail and thrash.

"WHY?! WHY DO I HAVE TO SUFFER LIKE THIS?! IT ISN'T FAIR DAMMIT! I WANT TO LIVE A NORMAL LIFE WITH ARTHUR! I WANT TO LAUGH AND PLAY LIKE I USED TO! I DONT WANT TO HAVE TO KEEP HIDING MY TRUE FEELINGS AND PRETEND ALL THE TIME! I WANT-I WANT..."

Alfred whimpered and gave a small sniff.

"I just want to be able to smile again...is that so much to ask?"

For those who are probably thinking: well Russia's heart falls out all the time so number 3 is stupid-my answer is this: he always puts it back in-the rule applies if someone took the heart away for like, a day

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