Hetalia Oneshots

Police! USA - How The Mighty Have Fallen

Song: Poor Man's Poison - Hell's Comin' with Me

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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING AND DISCLAIMER⚠️

There is mention of bullying, shooting, and murder. If you're sensitive, please read at your own risk or avoid reading.

The opinions in this story do not reflect the author's opinions. I do not condone murder in any way, shape, or form. And if you're bullied and/or have antisocial tendencies like the one described in this story, please get help!

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Alfred's P.O.V

I had a childhood friend named ____. 

Had.

She was lovely and beautiful. She had incredible street smarts, but struggled with academic smarts. She was unfortunately and strangely bullied for her pleasantness, and picked on for her poor grades by the teachers.

This forced her to work hard to push her grades up and she eventually outshone every other student in our senior year. The bullying and picking on eventually stopped. While I knew she was happy about this and her grades, I could tell that she harbored some animosity towards our peers and teachers regardless. It was understandable, and I thought it would die down...

But it didn't stop there.

When I became a police officer for my precinct, we were alerted of an emergency by my alma mater that there was a female shooter on campus. All of us went, armed with our rifles, body cams and bulletproof vests. 

Upon reaching the site, we saw scores of panicked children being ushered in single files outside by their equally frightened teachers who desperately tried to keep themselves calm and collected. They were packed in their school buses and wheeled off to a safe place.

When we had turned to the mess of a school building, we saw the glass doors broken through, possibly with a hammer or a similar object. We entered the building, split up, and scoured through the eerily deserted hallways, all of our hearts beating wildly. 

Through the square glass windows on the classroom doors, we could see the bodies of the students and teachers. 

"This lady's crazy." quipped one of the officers I was paired with, Jeremy, with grit teeth.

We heard gunshots in the upper floors.

Without wasting another moment, we rushed upstairs up to where the senior classrooms were, where my fondest memories were recorded. I could hear the other policemen of the squad rush too. We scoured the area, pointing our rifles around every corner, should the shooter be lurking. 

Gunshots again, and they were targeted at us. We backed up behind a wall, but Jeremy was shot in the arm just as he joined me. 

"Remy!" I called, "You okay, man?"

"Just a little scratch. I'm good." he let out a sharp exhale, "We need to finish this woman up first."

The fire stopped and she quickly ran towards another hallway. Knowing this school, I knew that up ahead lead to a sort of spacious lounging area where there were large French windows and a balcony.

She stood in front of the windows, back facing them, and when I peeked at her from behind the wall, I could almost see the exact form of ____ standing there.