AN: Coming up with these fanfictions right on the spot, its really hard. Even when you write it before you type it. I'm used to writing Gerita fanfictions, but not today. Today I'm trying a oneshot USUK, yaoi smut, multichapter fanfiction. So, you know, don't kill me if it sucks. You'll find I'm more into Gerita instead of USUK, but I'm getting into it more.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hetalia, all credit goes to its creator, the God he is, Hidekaz Himaruya. If I did own it (thank God I don't) Hetalia would indeed suck!

Warning: Yaoi smut, meaning guy x guy smexiness. Suicide attempt, cut scenes, blood & OOCiness, & language ^.^ Don't like? Don't read!

Enjoy my beautiful readers. I <3 U!

Chapter 1

"Alfred!" The steaming Brit yelled as he stormed into America's game room. The American was sitting in the dark, as usual, playing a horror videogame that Japan had once again given him to play and translate to English. America turned his head to look at England, then turned back to the game.

"Hey." America greeted. "What's up, Iggy?"

"I'll tell you 'what's up' you git." England shouted. "We had a World meeting and you weren't there. Care to tell me why." America paused the game and thought to himself.

"We had a meeting?" America asked confused.

"Yes we had a meeting you bloody wanker! God, you always do this!" England snapped, throwing his hands into the air and smacking them on the sides of his legs when they came down.

"Dude! What do you mean 'always' last time I checked, I haven't missed a single meeting!" America yelled standing up and becoming angry at the Brit. What right does the Brit have that says he can boss him around?

"What I meant was, your always late for everything and you have no regard for Anyone But YOURSELF!" The Brit exploded. He immediately regained his composure. "Alfred, you are so self absorbed." He muttered under his breath, but loud enough for the American to hear him. America looked at the Brit in front of him, not believing what he just heard. In all the years they had been together, known each other, had the Brit ever called him self absorbed. America let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He hung his head, closed his eyes and balled his hand into fists. He felt like he was on the brink of tears.

"So that's how you really feel?" America asked through gritted teeth.

"What the bloody Hell are you talking about you sodding git?" England asked.

"That! What you just said." America said still gritting his teeth refraining from blowing up on the Brit he cared so deeply about. "Is that really how you feel? How long have you felt that way?!"

"Why yes, actually, that is how I feel." England replied. "That's how I've always felt." England smacked his hand over his mouth as soon as the words left it. America gasped and his breath stuck in his chest shocked by the Brit.

"Maybe it would have been better if maybe I wasn't born at all if you hate me so much!" America yelled, running out the door to his bedroom where he shut the door and locked it. England rushed after America and knocked on his door.

"Alfred? Alfred I'm so, so sorry. Please come out I didn't mean to say that. Just, please, just let me explain." England said trying to get the young American to come out but to no avail.

"Alfred?" England called. Silence. "America? Please answer me."

"GET OUTTA HERE! I DON'T WANT TO EVEN FUCKING TALK TO YOU!" America screamed. The Brit didn't want his lover to get any more upset but also didn't want him to do something stupid.

"America, America. Listen to me, I want you to get out here this second!" England heard nothing from the other side of the door. "Alfred F. Jones, I want you to get your Fat Fucking Ass out here this instant!" He said pounding on the door. He was way past knocking.

"Okay, okay. I'm fucking coming, dammit." America cursed from the other side. He unlocked the door but didn't bother opening it because as soon as it was unlocked the Brit shot open the door. England looked and America, his eyes were swollen red due to crying. Even his Nantucket was scrunched up in despair. "What the Hell do you want? Huh? I thought you hated my fucking guts." America hissed.

"I never said I hated you. Anyway, I wanted to make sure you weren't going to do anything stupid." England said unfazed by the scowl he was receiving.

"Oh, I see how it is now, you hate my guts and you think I'm a fucking retard, and on top of that I'm fucking self absorbed!" America yelled out, punching the wall leaving a giant gaping hole through the wall and into the next door bathroom.

"Alfred, calm down, please? You're going to end up hurting yourself, love." England chided.

"Oh, so now I'm your love?! And why the fuck do you care anyway?" America asked screaming at the top of his lungs. "Just get out Iggy!"

"B-But A-Alfred," England started slightly scared. He had never seen America this mad and upset before.

"I SAID, GET THE FUCK OUT! NOW!" America screamed, "AND SHUT THE FUCKING DOOR ON YOUR WAY OUT!" England did what he was told to do and ran out of America's room and shut the door and ran into his own room. He flopped himself onto his bed. His heart had just been torn to shreds and he needed the strong, protective arms of Alfred F. Jones, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. So he just cried on his bed until he fell asleep.

America sat on his bed when England had left. 'He's unhappy with me here.' He thought. He pulled out a blade from underneath his pillow. 'I've never had a reason to use this before.' He thought. He pulled up his sleeve and pressed the cool metal against his wrist and pulled. He sat there and watched his wrist as a line of crimson appeared and his life force started dripping from his arm. Then he did the same with his other wrist. "This is all for you England." He mumbled quietly. He walked to his bathroom and washed off his wrists and dressed them and cleaned up the mess on the floor. He left no trace of his deed.

AN: Hoped you enjoyed it. Remember, reviews make me smile, flames, I use to bake cookies as prizes for you!

Ciao and hasta la pasta ;P