Intervention [3/3]
anonymous
May 23 2009, 05:46:14 UTC
"Mon cher, yes, you do." Francis said, enforcing the words that Arthur had said. "Mathieu has approached us with this problem, and we want to help you."
"I don't need help. I'm fine by myself." Alfred growled his eyes meeting Matthew's, the blue hues now mad and disappointed.
"No, you are not. Alfred, just admit it, you have an drug problem!" Arthur said, his voice having an added touch of anger to it.
Matthew watched as Alfred grinded his teeth together, coming together to a realization. He truly had a problem, but that wouldn't stop the pain from coming back like it always did, and what he need for it was his fix.
"So what if I do? Arthur I need it. It's what keeps me from dying, it's what keeps me alive." Alfred said, now standing up. His eyes were wild and his teeth were bared, as if he would attack Arthur and Francis at the moment. "And both of you can't stop me."
He started to walk towards the door and both Arthur and Francis jumped and held him down on the couch, Alfred growling and moving around wildly, flailing his arms and kicking his legs.
"Matthew! Say something that'll knock some sense into this boy!" Arthur managed to say while heaving and pushing down Alfred roughly, a cry of pain escaping the American's lips. Matthew was just about to run out the door, he couldn't take seeing Alfred in this state of mental and physical health. But the Canadian truly did want to help him, but he just didn't know how... !
"A-Alfred, I've had it being your supplier! I know you think it'll help you, but really... it's just killing you! You need to calm down, and stop this problem before it gets too bad that you can't look back anymore. Please Alfred... " Matthew watched as his brother calmed, looking at Matthew with an expression of shock. The Canadian could see tears getting Alfred's eyes wet and glossy, and his movement stopped, but Francis and Arthur still held him down.
Matthew watched as Alfred completely stopped and room was silent, only hearing each other's breathing in the room. Francis and Arthur let go Alfred and watched him and sat down and covered his face with hands, and watching as water dripped from the gaps in the fingers.
"It's... it's just so hard. I've seen so much on battlefield... I don't want to remember, but I can't... " Alfred managed the say in a cracked voice through his tears, the three other nations hearing his quiet sobs and silently watching him.
In a flurry of movement, the three were surrounding Alfred, their arms enclosed around the insecure nation as he cried outloud. Matthew buried his face in the mess of blonde hair his brother had kept, a smile playing on his lips. He was truly helping his brother through this, even if it meant it would take time.
"I don't need help. I'm fine by myself." Alfred growled his eyes meeting Matthew's, the blue hues now mad and disappointed.
"No, you are not. Alfred, just admit it, you have an drug problem!" Arthur said, his voice having an added touch of anger to it.
Matthew watched as Alfred grinded his teeth together, coming together to a realization. He truly had a problem, but that wouldn't stop the pain from coming back like it always did, and what he need for it was his fix.
"So what if I do? Arthur I need it. It's what keeps me from dying, it's what keeps me alive." Alfred said, now standing up. His eyes were wild and his teeth were bared, as if he would attack Arthur and Francis at the moment. "And both of you can't stop me."
He started to walk towards the door and both Arthur and Francis jumped and held him down on the couch, Alfred growling and moving around wildly, flailing his arms and kicking his legs.
"Matthew! Say something that'll knock some sense into this boy!" Arthur managed to say while heaving and pushing down Alfred roughly, a cry of pain escaping the American's lips. Matthew was just about to run out the door, he couldn't take seeing Alfred in this state of mental and physical health. But the Canadian truly did want to help him, but he just didn't know how... !
"A-Alfred, I've had it being your supplier! I know you think it'll help you, but really... it's just killing you! You need to calm down, and stop this problem before it gets too bad that you can't look back anymore. Please Alfred... " Matthew watched as his brother calmed, looking at Matthew with an expression of shock. The Canadian could see tears getting Alfred's eyes wet and glossy, and his movement stopped, but Francis and Arthur still held him down.
Matthew watched as Alfred completely stopped and room was silent, only hearing each other's breathing in the room. Francis and Arthur let go Alfred and watched him and sat down and covered his face with hands, and watching as water dripped from the gaps in the fingers.
"It's... it's just so hard. I've seen so much on battlefield... I don't want to remember, but I can't... " Alfred managed the say in a cracked voice through his tears, the three other nations hearing his quiet sobs and silently watching him.
In a flurry of movement, the three were surrounding Alfred, their arms enclosed around the insecure nation as he cried outloud. Matthew buried his face in the mess of blonde hair his brother had kept, a smile playing on his lips. He was truly helping his brother through this, even if it meant it would take time.
And all of them knew they had that time.
Even Alfred.
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