2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

52: At Nilamon Sila Ng Kadiliman

It had been weeks since your confinement and the next time you awakened from a nap, you were appalled to see Alfred eating a meaty hamburger. There was no Allen in the room to yell at his ass for eating such a despicable food choice.

It's not that you didn't like Alfred. He is a sweetheart and all, but your heart cripples at the absence of your boyfriend. You, at least, had hoped that he would stay by your side, but no, he was gone again. He has been since last night, if you had recalled correctly.

"Is he still out?" your voice was hoarse, but it was enough to send Alfred choking on his burger.

One big gulp of coke later, Alfred swallows his food and opens his mouth to speak. "(Y/N)!" he exclaims, "You're awake!"

"Sadly," you sigh, still upset at Allen. Alfred flinches at your lack of enthusiasm and shuts his mouth, sitting back in silence. The bitchy side of you deteriorates, leaving behind your regretful self who was now mentally slamming your face in shame.

"I'm sorry," you murmur back softly, fumbling with the sheets that the nurses had you bundled in. "It's just that..." your voice falters, "Allen's always gone these days. I don't even know why I'm so affected by his absence. I saw him kill for goodness sake! I should be, at the very least, angry but I'm not? I'm so confused."

Alfred watched as you groan and fall back against the plush pillows of your hospital bed, clearly frustrated with your mess of feelings. At the back of his mind, he could feel his conscience nag at him for the umpteenth time. You deserved to know the truth.

"(Y/N)..." he began, "I haven't been completely honest with you."

Alfred's sudden anxious expression plunges you further in your despair. "What are you talking about?" you dared to ask.

The American lets out a heavy sigh. "Last night, Allen didn't go back to your apartment to fetch your things. He didn't go and look for help like he said he would either," Alfred found his next words difficult. "He," he struggles, "He's been looking for Big Joe for the past few days now. He said he wanted to finish what he started and end it once and for all."

You nearly had a heart attack. Words couldn't form from your fear.

Then, a scream came from one of the nurses outside your door. You and Alfred jolted. There it was—the unmistakable sound of gunfire in the distance.

MATHIEU WILLIAMS

"(Y/N), come on. At least, wait for me," Matt called after you, trying to match his pace with yours.

You continued to walk ahead, with arms wrapped around yourself. Without looking back to him, you gave your word on the matter. "I don't know what I should do about this whole mess, Matt." Your lips quivered as you spoke. "I don't want to think about it, I don't want to talk about it and I don't want to touch around that matter anymore."

Matt gave no words in response. Your conscience always cried out for justice. It was fitting that you were so bothered about this, despite all of his reassurances. He just hoped that he could take away that negativity gnawing away at your being.

At his defeated silence, your conscience smacked you with a big slipper of guilt. These arguing thoughts of the most recent events had taken over your better judgement. You weren't the only one affected by this, Matt was too. Although you doubt that he'd ever feel remorse to David's death, you now realize that your reactions are taking a toll on him. You found yourself slowing down a little with your walking. You weren't fully stopping for Matt, but you did give him a chance to catch up with you.

Afterwards, the world vanishes from your mind. Idly, you noticed the breath that escapes you transforms into a glitter-like mist. Cold. It must be really cold.