Hetalia Fan Fiction~ Enter, Texas!
Chapter 7~ Friends don't let Friends cry alone
"So what's no the agenda today?" asked Lilica
"Not sure?" said Alfred
"You bloody git. We have the world meeting today!" said Arthur
"Oh right. Sorry dude, I totally forgot about that man! But dude, I don't want to leave her here all alone, all day! She just left her room, I don't her going back after only one night out!"
"Why don't you just take her with us? The awesome me won't mind and extra person to admire my awesome self." said Gilbert
"Yeah, I think the other nations need to see her. It's been a while, but what about-" said Matthew at first giving her a smile, then looking away
"Thanks for the concern, but I'll be fine. How could I not be when I have you guys around? But doesn't it start soon, so don't you guys need to shower and get ready?" she said tiling her head to the side.
There was an empty silence before the room became alive with the clattering of chairs, and ceramic plates in the mettle sink. The group had bolted up and started running around getting ready to shower and get dressed. Lilica being Lilica had taken one the night before. So she cleaned up a little bit and waled up stairs to change into her old uniform.
When she got to the top of the stairs, she felt a twinge of fear creep over her. She started thinking about what would happen when she got there. What they would say, or if they would even remember her. Would they be mad, upset? Would they even recognizer her after all these years? Would they think it was just some sick prank, or a dream? She thought about how Feliciano had acted the night before, sure he had been a little drunk, but he still had emotions about it. She shook them off and started to look for her uniform. She placed the uniform on her bed and started to strip off the tank top.
She stopped when she herd a voice at the door, "Um, maybe the awesome me should come back later." the words sounded like Gilbert's, but the ascent was Alfred's. Gilbert would have just stayed, he never cared.
"What is it Alfred?" she asked turning around to face him
"Um, it's, uh, that I'm really happy that you are coming to the meeting, and you aren't afraid for mexico anymore. And I'm sure every thing is going to be Okay, I promise. And I'm the hero, and a hero can't break a promise." he said, like normal if nothing else was coherent or made any sense, he made sure that the hero part did. Og course she couldn't just let that slide with out a comment.
"Thanks, with my eternal hero at my side, I'm sure I'll be fine." she said as she hugged him. He was still hot and damp from his shower. "You're still wet. Here I thought you would have changed after 200 years. Even if I hoped other wise, it looks like my wish came true."
He blushed a little and hugged her back. It was kind of cute and funny that she remembered stuff as little as that after 200 long years. Especially the little quirks about him, that made him him.
Letting her go he said, "Come on, if we don't get down stairs soon, every one will leave us behind."
"So you are going to the world conference like that?" she asked, pointing at the towel he had hanging around his waist
"Well, no. Thank, but I'm not interested in showing off my half naked body to every man, woman, child, and country at the conference. What about you? You are only in a bra and panties. I know you are trying to make a lasting impression and all, but I don't think this is the right way."
"Meh, it's not like I care. I think I will put on my uniform though, it's warmer."
"Yeah, yeah. Go get dressed you two. If the awesome me is dressed then there is no way that you are going not." said Gilbert as he walked by them in the hall.
"Sir, yes sir!" said Lilica running into her room and pulling on the uniform. She turned to see that Alfred had ran back to his own room. "He still van't stand to see me change." she said as she pulled he hair in to a low said pony tail, "No, he really hasn't changed at all."
She started to walk down the stairs, and saw Gilbert sitting on the couch. He was looking at something and said, "Where on Earth did she find this old thing?" he muttered
"Where did I manage to get wha-" she cut herself off when she saw that he was holding an old picture frame. The picture frame that had the photo of every one from al long time ago in it.
"Lilica?!" he said as he turned to see her, "Lilica, I'm sorry! This is not what it looks like! Well, it probably is, but the awesome me would never admit it."
"Why do you have that?" she asked, wiping her hand over her face, and rubbing her eyes, hoping this was all just a dream.
"Matthew got it for me to look at, he said that it was yours. I pulled out the photo, and I saw the list, and the tears drop stains. Why were you crying last night?"
"I'm sorry you had to see that stupid old thing. How did you know it was last night, and not from a long time ago?"
"Not that hard for the awesome me. You had dated it last night, and the stains were new, not old. I liked the touch with 'France X Cactus'. Even if he is my best friend, he is really a pest sometimes."
"Thanks, just make sure you never tell him that ever."
"The awesome me can make no promises. But you still haven't answered me. So I'll sake again, Why were you crying?"
"I was just upset. Nothing to it, so don't think into it to much."
"Your first day back and you cry alone in you room at night? I don't think it was nothing. You don't cry over nothing, and you are trying to cover it up. Now tell me what it really was, I, at least hope, that I'm your friend. Friends don't let friends cry alone. Ever."
"It was just overwhelming is all. Seeing every one again, all the frear, happiness, and sadness. It al just kind of hit me at once. Like I said no big deal." she she said this last part, she looked up at him and smiled, trying to hide the sadness that threatened her eyes. He understood what she meant, and didn't prod anymore, if he wanted to keep him manhood that was.
"Where did you get this photo anyways?" he asked changing the subject
"I had it taken the day before I left. Remember?"
"Yeah, I do. Everyone thought it was strange, but didn't say anything about it until you left. It's awesome that you kept it, you have an awesome picture of the awesome me!"
"Yup! The rest of, well, everyone are there as well. Even the cactus!"
"Haha, funny. I remember the story behind that. Wasn't Francis mocking you or something, the Al told him to go rape a cactus?"
"Yeah, and if I remember right, you stuck up for me as well."
"Well yeah, I mean the awesome me couldn't let the slightly less awesome you get made fun of. I just hit him is all, didn't even break anything."
"I don't think I ever properly thanked you for that. So, it may have been a long time in coming, but thank you Gilbert Beilschmidt." she said as she stood on her toes and lightly kissed him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear, "I swear to god, if you don't treat Mattie right, I will cut off your balls and make you eat them."
He leaded over and kissed her cheek, "Wow, impressive threat, but why would I miss treat the man I love?"
"Are you sure you love him?"
"Yeah, I want to ask him to marry me."
"Really?"
"Yeah, but I can never find the right time or place. I don't even have a ring yet. Guess I'm not that awesome, huh?"
"No, you are. You are, if no more, awesome then you say. And even more so for being able to admit it out loud, and to another person."
"Thanks, but if you tell him anything, I will tell Francis. And have him take your incense, get it on video, and send it to every one."
"I would never dream of it."
By this time Arthur had walked down the stairs, not paying them any mind, and looked for some tea. Being unsuccessful he called, "Alfred, do you have any tea? Or just that discussing brown slug you call coffee?"
"It should be in the cabinet above the kettle," Lilica said pocking her head in.
Her looked and found some, "How did you know?"
"Come on Arthur. Is it that hard? I know the way Alfred thinks, it's call American logic. Not the best thing in the world, but it's if this is here, then this would go here. Tea above the kettle."
"Oh, sorry about that love. You're right, it's not the best system in the work, but it works."
"Whatever, I just hope you know that the meeting starts in 5 minutes. It takes longer then that for your water to boil."
"What?! On;y that long? I'll jut make tea there!" he said as he ran out the door. Having lost his composure completely.
"Ha! Got him, we still have 30 minutes. I knew if I told him 5 he would go running."
"Lilica!" Alfred cried angrily from the top of the stair case. Walking down he said, "Why did you do that?"
"Because IO knew he goes in early and draws your county image. I was, more or less, his blog."
"What do you mean by blog?"
"He text me a lot, I never text him back, but he kept me updated on his life. Blog. At first it was ticking me off. But he posted at the same time every day. So it's whats, in the end, kept me from sliding my wrists open one last time." when she realized what she had said she covered her mouth. her face growing longer in shock.
Every one was shocked. They're eyes got big and jaws parted. Matthew was coming down the steps and herd. No one could say anything, she had thought about suicide, attempted it. She could have been gone, forever. And it wouldn't have been a rumor, it would have been a reality.
Gilbert had stood up when she said that. He was griping the sofa so hard, his knuckles were white, and the fibers were ripping under it. Alfred, who had been standing, fell to his knees. Hiding his face one hand, he grabbed her wrist in the other. He pushed up her sleeve, and saw the cuts. All different, different depths, widths, lengths, angles. She looked away, trying to hid the shame, pain, and sadness that played her face. "No, no she couldn't have. Not her. How could I not have seen? I saw her arms plenty of times! How could I not see them? How?" Thought every one. He grabbed her other wrist, only to see the same thing, random cuts. None of them were resent, but there were plenty of them to prove that it wasn't just a once or twice thing. However, on both wrists, there was a long vertical cut, one that went to the bend in elbow. A real suicide attempt. It was also the most resent cut. Matthew griped the rails, holding on for dear life as he walked down stairs. She didn't want him to see anymore then he already had, but there was no point in trying to fight. Alfred's iron grip would never let her move, much less run and hide. Matthew looked at her exposed wrists, (This may sound kind of cheesy) and he started to cry. He graver her wrists and crumpled into the floor next to his brother. She looked at him, she started to cry. She looked him in the eyes, knowing that this wasn't some sort of fairy tale, and that his tears would never remove the scars. Alfred let her wrists go, she started to fall and Gilbert caught her. He lowered her to the floor, and started to cry hiding his face. She put her hands down, she was on her hands and knees, crying over a stupid mistake.
"Friends don't let friends cry alone. Ever."
-Gilbert Beilschmidt