United States of Hetalia Productions

Only stress relief typing. Most of the things in this fic is only written out of angsty emotions and nothing more. Kay? I don't own Hetalia nor any of its characters.


It was so high up.

The rushing waters looked like an inky black and merciless.

Perfect.

With shaking hands I gripped the railings. I didn't know why I was shaking.

I wanted this. I deserved this. I should have done this years ago.

I lifted a leg onto the thin railing.

So cold. It was so cold.

Was this going to be the last thing that I felt?

Oh well... It was better than being numb.

I lifted another leg up up. I was sitting on them, the only thing stopping me from falling was my grip.

For a moment, mental pictures of my siblings popped up in my mind. Yao with his face in his hands asking what he did wrong. Yong Soo sobbing his eyes out. Mei with a lifeless look muttering "Why... Why..." The others would hide any pictures of me that are still in the house.

I don't see why they would care.

I'm just a burden. A waste of food, money, and space.

I can't work correctly. I can't get good enough grades. I can't do anything right.

I don't contribute to the house and I still have the nerve to ask if I could go outside the house on Saturday. Have the audacity to ask for money.

I'm such a brat. An ungrateful brat.

I deserve this.

I suddenly felt myself being pulled back. My hands slipped from the railings and I felt my back hit the icy ground. My eyes widened in shock as I stared up at the blonde boy standing over me.

"Don't do it!" he shouted at me.

I didn't say a word. I couldn't say a word.

"I don't know what's wrong... hell, I don't even know your name, but you can't just throw your life away!"

I stared at the ground. "'Life isn't fair,'" I quoted bitterly. "'The only thing you ever do for this house is eat, sleep, shit, and read your damn manga.' 'Your school obligations should come first and nothing else.' I can't even do that right. I'm worthless-"

He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and started shaking me. "Don't you dare say that! You are not worthless! Who's been feeding you that nonsense?"

I looked away from him.

He caught me in the middle of...

How shameful.

Now I'm making some stranger worried about me.

"Look..." he ran a hand through his messy hair. "I want you to know that whatever you're going through now will get better. You're not alone, remember that. You probably have people at home waiting for you, right?"

I felt something in my chest swell up. Nobody I knew has ever told me that 'it will get better'. That 'you're not alone'.

I felt tears start streaming down my cheek. I quickly tried to rub them away before I made this stranger worry even more. "I-I'm sorry..."

"For what? There's no shame in letting it out." I saw a gloved hand before me, offering to help me up.

"Arthur," he introduced with a warm smile.

I took the hand. "Kiku."

Wow, writing it out does make you feel better.