Warning this chapter has the attempt of ssuicide. Please if you have a problem with that, please wait to till the next chapter. In the beginning its safe, but toward the end is where it happens. I do not like to torture America, but there is not enough stories on which he is bullied by the other nations. Please enjoy this update...
Atka sighs as he quickly brought up a pickaxe to deflect the attack from another pickaxe that came at his head. He growls as he glares at Chatan who also was growling at him as he spit to the side. Quickly tossing Chatan to the side as he pulls out a shovel as he rushing towards him. Chatan war screams as he pulls out a hunting knife as he rushes to Atka. They froze as they could feel an aura that out did Russia.
"Atka William... Chatan Jones-Bonnefoy, put down the weapons before I grab both and give you a spanking, and call your fathers!" Alfred hiss as he stands on the top of stairs with his arm cross. His blond hair wet as he glares at the two.
"Yes sir," both drop their weapons as they stood tall.
"Shouldn't all of you guys get going to work?" Alfred slowly walks down as he looks at his children and nephew.
"I got school, that is why Atka is here." Anastasia states as she tugs on Atka's pant leg. "Bye Father."
Alfred smiles as he watches them leave, turning towards Chatan he raises his eyebrows. He shakes his head as he walks back upstairs.
"Before you say anything sis, you and me both have some paperwork to do," Chatan smirk as Chapa frowns at him.
"Then we better get going," Chatan looks at Blake as she shrugs. Turning upstairs , she hollers. "Bye Cous, bye uncle!"
"By safe you two," Blake wave them goodbye as they speed out of the yard. "Dad, I'm leaving now. There's some pancakes on the table when you get hungry."
Blake waits a little for answer as he walks over to his beat up red pickup truck. Getting in as he starts he stares at the house that seem to be cloth in darkness. Rubbing his eyes, he just shrugs.
Alfred watch as his son drives off before tossing the pancakes into the fridge. He slowly eats an apple as he thinks about the meeting today. He winces as the apple hits the bottom of his stomachs. He quickly runs upstairs to his bathroom, and leans against the toilet as he upchucks the apple. Whipping his mouth as he breathes heavily. Leaning against the sink, he covers his eyes. Flinching when his phone goes off.
"Yes Iggy?"
"Bloody got! Hurry your fat ass up! You're going to be late for the meeting!"
"Okay...don't worry the hero will be there!" Alfred quickly puts on his hero smile as he stands up. "Bye."
Checking to see if the wrapping were noticeable before heading out. He forgot to notice that on the table, Chapa left her necklace.
~break in the meeting~
"Hey Alfred," Matthew whisper spoke as he taps his brother's shoulder before slapping him upside the head. "Alfred!"
"Eh! Sorry bro didn't see you there," Alfred chuckles as he rubs his head. He puts his hero smile on as he stares at Matthew. "What's up?"
"Want to go to McDonald for lunch?" Matthew watches his brother's expression as it quickly change to a fake smile.
"Sure!" Alfred jumps ups as he puts his arm around Matthew. "What was you and Rosa coming in at the same time dude?"
"She spent the night, because we had a quick get together to think about...your birthday coming up!" Matthew lies as he smiles. "Also Rosa was piss that Nova Scotia took a piece of her leg this time."
"Mattie, you got to feed that kid!" Alfred laugh as his brother shrug
"Eh, I try," Matthew winces as Alfred slaps him on the back hard.
"Look the fatso going to get some more food to feed his fat face." Romano whisper to Spain as they snicker behind them.
"I love pasta more than America loves hamburgers!" North Italy yells as Germany sighs at the outburst.
Alfred cringe as they quickly exits the meeting. They walk to the closest McDonald as they keep quiet about what happen earlier. When they order, Matthew order a Filet fish and a small fry. Alfred order 20 hamburgers and an large fry. He quickly scarf the food down quickly. He quickly winces as it hit his stomach as he smiles at Matthew. He felt like he was about to puke as he smiles at Matthew.
"Are you feeling alright?" Matthew watches his brother shake his head. "Go home, I'll tell them you're sick."
"Thanks Mattie," Alfred whisper as he ran to the bathroom. "Don't worry I can drive myself home."
Matthew shrubs as he walks back to the meeting. He notice almost everyone was seating, or chatting with their neighbor. He watches as Rosa walks up to him with eyes of question.
"I'm sure he's just fine, maybe a little sick," Matthew pats her hand. "It's nothing to worry about."
"I hope you're right." Rosa sighs as the meeting was adjourn to start.
"Where is America?" Germany looks round the room.
"Maybe still feeding his fat butt full of hamburgers." Prussia whisper to Russia as they chuckle.
"Da, maybe he even explode!" Russia pts Prussia on the back.
"Enough!" Matthew hiss as he stand up. "He is not here right now because he's sick and not feeling to well."
"Maybe from eating too much food," England snicker as he leans back against his chair.
Matthew was about to answers when the doors were slam open, and he was left speech less at the sight of his daughter.
~After Matthew left~
Alfred stare at the toilet as he empty his guts at home from the salad he try to eat. All he could hear was the rude remarks from other nations as he tries to cover his face. His wrist were bleeding as he struggles not to cry. Looking at himself in the mirror as he stares at the empty shell of the person he was. Getting up, he exit the bathroom to his study. Laying there was his old pistol that still work and his letter to his children and niece. Checking to see the bullets in it, he raises it to his head. Wincing as he cocks the gun, pulling the trigger as his door was opening to see Chapa come in with some paperwork. She freeze as she watch his lifeless body fall to the floor as she screams. Running over as she quickly pushes the gun away. She quickly pulls out the bullet and dials 911.
"What is your emergency?"
"My uncle just killed himself, but I think the bullet might not have killed him." Chapa quick puts her jacket under him as she lays her hand over the gun wound. "Forget it...it's a code Eagle. Code Eagle!"
There was a click before a rough voice answer"Please hang on miss, we are sending help right away."
Chapa listens as she was put on hold as they give orders to send an ambulance her way. She curses as her hands became cover in blood. Thinking in her head she keep asking why did he do this.
"Because it was too much pain for me to handle..." Alfred whispers as his dull eyes look at her. He touches her check with his own blood stain hand as he smiles. "You look just like your mother. Act like her too..."
"Uncle...Uncle! Please stay with me! We need you!" Chapa cries as his breathe begin to slow. "Your children need you, Alfred. Not America! Not the superhero! But their father!"
She wails as the ambulance get there as they slam the door open and rush into to take over. Chapa watches as they lift his still body onto the carrier and try to found a pulse.
"He's still alive," one of medic points out as he point to hi partner. "Let's hurry and save this one."
"Miss, can I get your name?" A police officer ask as he gently touch her shoulder.
"Not right now," Chapa hiss as she quickly gets up. "Some people need to pay the price."
The officer watches as she goes over to the closet and pulls out a tomahawk. He pales at her piss expression as she exit the room. His partner looks at her then at him.
"Are we going to stop her?"
"Nope...unless you want to be chop up into little pieces?"
"Nope."