Descent

December 30th, 2017. Part 1

Alfred walked into the meeting room with his head held down.

He was very early.

There were only a few European countries there. They watched him walk in and sit down.

It was weird that he didn't burst in with his usual 'THE HERO IS HERE!!'
But they didn't really care.

As long as he didn't speak nonesense than everything was alright.

Alfred had his head down at his seat.

"America," He heard voice say. He looked up to see Germany.

"Oh... Hey Germany."

"Glad to have you on time for once. And you're even very quiet. Thank you for coming."

America winced a bit but nodded, "No problem bro."

Germany nodded and walked to the front of the room.

"Hi America!!!"

He looked up to see North Italy running over.

"Oh hey Italy."

"Your here!!" Italy looked around, "Where are your burgers?"

"My burgers?" He asked, not getting what he was asking.

"The greasy sandwiches you always eat. Those?"

"Oh," It wasn't like he was eating that much at all. He forgot all about them
"I don't have them. I guess I left them."

"Oh, well that's a first!!" Italy said cheerfully.

"Feli, stop talking to the fatass and get over here!!!" They both heard Romano yell.

Some countries giggled and laughed at what Romano said.

America winced and looked down. Italy although, didn't notice and nodded.

"Coming Fratello!!" He ran over to Romano.

America felt tears come to his eyes. He quickly wiped them away. It wasn't like he wasn't use to this. But did they have to insult him so casually?

It wasn't like they weren't right though.

He sighed and put his head down again.

"Well at least your trying to improve your health," A very famailar voice said.

America sighed and put his head up, "Hi Spain," He muttered.

"It's been awhile since we talked face to face," Spain sat down next to him.

"I guess it has."

"It's really surprising to not see you with the burgers. Usually you would be stuffing your face with them."

"Uhh yeah."

When was this meeting going to start?

"You know those aren't very healthy."

"Yeah...."

I'm trying to lose weight. I know I'm fat.

Alfred started to stratch at his scars on his arm.

"How are you all?" Spain suddenly asked looking straight at him.

Was he talking about his siblings and cousins?

What do you care?

Spain kept staring at him for an answer.

America stopped scratching, "Why do you ask?"

Instead of getting offended, Spain kept looking at him. "It's just..... I don't really talk with you all. And you didn't  come over for Christmas and just...... I just wanna check in."

Fatherly concern?

Maybe he does care.

No, he doesn't. Get that out of your mind U.

America shook his head, "We're okay."

Spain nodded, "That's- that's good."

This wasn't right, Spain was being nice. Too nice.

What if he was planning something!?

No, no, no. America started scratching again.

Spain looked at him strangely.

He was planning something. Wasn't he?

He had to be.

They didn't care.

America shot up out of his seat, "I have to go to the bathroom. I'll be back." Spain nodded and he rushed out of the room.

Once he got in the bathroom, he  made sure no one else was in, locked the door and pulled out razor against his skin.

He was about to cut... but wait.

Maybe someone did care. Sure Spain and him didn't get along like they used to, but maybe he did care. Maybe they could go back to being father and son.

Even if England and France hated him. Spain cared, right?

No, this had to be a joke.

America stayed in the bathroom for awhile to calm his nerves before walking back to the meeting room.

Part of him actually had hope that someone cared.

He walked back into the room and sat at his seat. He looked around for Spain, only to see him sitting at the other end with the Italies and Germany.

Part of him was disappointed but understood since Spain always sat with the Italies.

"Finally on time I see," Another familiar voice said.

"Hi Britian," He said without looking at England.

"No burgers?" Another voice said.

France.

"I left them."

"I never thought you would make an attempt to get healthy."

Alfred winced but looked at Germany who was starting the meeting.

He started to scratch again.