A/N I'm not sure exactly what trigger warning means, but I think it is that. I wanted to do a serious roleplay about some of the stuff that America goes through as a nation. This is only the beginning. There is some USUK but that's not what the story is about...It's about Alfred.

This is a collab with MissMayheM1300. I did America, she did pretty much everyone else.

The meeting was noisy and the nations were loud.

"I... I...just let me... it's beca-" America felt his heart rate rise. He couldn't contain it anymore. He stood up and screamed at the absolute top of his voice. "I KNOW YOU FUCKERS ALL WANT ME TO DIE, SO I'M HERE TO TELL YOU Congratu-FUCKING-lations, YOU'RE GETTING YOUR WISH." He glared at everyone, putting his hand on the enormous table that all the nations were sitting at and upturning it, spilling everyone's everything and throwing the entire table across the entire room.

"How DARE you judge me when you don't know the first thing about me!? You're nothing but a bunch of judgmental, racist, horrible old farts that think they are right about everything!" The screaming American kicked his chair and it almost took Italy's head off, going through the window and landing halfway across Milan.

America stomped over to the door and flung it open, And when a human butler backed down the hallway in fright, America yelled at him in Italian. He looked back in the room and Screamed something else in such an enraged southern twang it was hard to understand, before he stomped down the hall and out of sight.

Everyone around the room was silent, England shooting up out of his seat and running out of the room after him. "America, you idiot! Where are you going?!"

America turned around to look at England, full tears running down his face. "THE GRAND CANYON" He shouted, his eyes dark and full of pain.

England carefully approached the blond, arms outstretched in caution. "What's wrong with it?"

America stared at him. "There's nothing wrong with it. It's a beautiful landmark."

England stepped forward until he was nearly a foot away from the taller man. "America...what's wrong with you?"

England's eyes darkened as he chased after the other country. He clamped his hand down on the others' shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "What in the bloody hell are you talking about?!"

America looked at him. His face looked absolutely terrified. "I... I'm going to die..." He couldn't meet his gaze. "It's almost certain... it's all my fault..."

He put both of his hands on America's shoulders, shaking him. "What do you mean, what happened?!"

America groaned at having to explain everything. He grabbed England's hand and drug him out of the hotel. "Follow me..." He grumbled.

England only gulped and nodded, letting himself be dragged along like a child.

America dragged him to the airport. "Come on then, stop dragging your feet..."

England was utterly confused. "What are we doing here? Why won't you just tell me what in the bloody name of Big Ben is going on?!"

America shoved him in a plane without a word. He refused to speak until what seemed like forever later when he dragged Arthur to the side of the Grand Canyon and plopped down on the edge, swinging his legs over the side of the canyon.

England blinked and joined the man, being extra careful. "America?"

"I... hate myself..." America said, staring into the canyon. It was the first words he had spoken since they had left Milan.

England's eyes widened. "Now why on earth would you?"

He looked at England, and his eyes were full of pain. "It's all my fault... and my boss..." He sounded like he was holding back tears. He looked back into the big hole in the ground. "I... Ever since I was born... I always wanted to... to help everyone... to be free... free from Oppression... or persecution... or hate... But I was a fool. All of my fighting for what's right only generated more hate and violence than ever before..."

England sighed and gently rubbed the other's back. "Well, these things happen when people have opposing views...remember what happened between us?" He winced after he said that. Of course he remembered you dolt.

America shook his head. "You don't understand. It's different now. People used to care about the land, about each other, about me... Now, they don't care who get's hurt, or how the country suffers. All the elders care about is fighting with each other and the youth just want to party and drink and get pregnant..." Tears started streaming freely down his face. "All my technology, all the advancements I've made... I wanted to make it easier on my people to live, to make them happier again... But I've spoiled them, Iggy. I've spoiled all of them. They think, 'I can do whatever I want, because I have freedom!" without any other thoughts. They've distorted what freedom means to suit their selfish, plastic ways... and they are destroying my heart along with it." He said, clutching his stomach and bending over, crying.

England's heart broke at the sight of the proud country in tears. He wrapped his arms tightly around Alfred and began rocking back and forth, a technique that had gotten him to calm down many years ago.

America looked at him with wide eyes that were still wet and pouring. "What...?" He asked, voice breaking on even the one word.

"I still think you're amazing. And smart. And worth something..." He squeezed a bit in the hug before pulling away and looking straight into blue eyes.

America looked down. "Don't say things like that…." America swallowed, wiping his tears and standing with the Brit. "Also, you should turn around really quick. There's someone behind you."

He raised an eyebrow before turning his head to look around, his hand still loosely around Americans wrist.

America pulled his wrist out of England's grasp and pushed him away so he couldn't reach and said something like "I love you," Before taking a step backwards and plummeting off the edge.

England's eyes widened as he whipped back around to see the mop of hair falling over the edge. "America!" He sprinted over, nearly throwing himself off as well.

America didn't feel much during the fall, besides the fact that it seemed much longer of a fall than the time he had jumped off of the Empire State Building. He had chosen to jump off of a part of the Canyon called "The Abyss," Which had a straight 3000 foot drop right off the bat. He did however feel bad that he had to leave England like this. He wished he could have had a chance to ever fully explain to everyone his true feelings. He did have a dvd that he'd made, however, that he'd left on the edge before he stood. He hoped England would find it. He hoped he would understand. He had something special recorded for each of the nations to listen to. His only regret was concerning the British nation he'd left at the top of the cliff. He never got to kiss him like he wanted, he never got to sweep him up in his arms or sit and watch fireworks with him. As he watched the rock formation sliding past him he remembered how he had felt mere moments ago, like everything was already slipping out of his fingers. And now he was rushing headfirst to catch it. Even as he fell he got images of what his people were doing right now- A middle school girl was taking a selfie, a drunk husband was about to cheat on his wife for the third time, A druggie was attacking an old lady for her purse in an alleyway, a young girl was sitting at her desk writing poetry, a murderer was sitting by the altar at a church, weeping for forgiveness, A 6 year old child was trying to bake a cake for her mom for her birthday, A young man was sobbing in the hospital, begging God not to take his sick sister just yet, A group of gang members were laughing as they stomped on and desecrated the American Flag, spray painting and spitting on it, kicking it around in the dirt and then dropping a lit match on it, smiling and videotaping it as it burned...

And then his head struck rock and everything went black.

At the top of the cliff, England was still hanging half way over the edge, tears now streaming down his face as he stared wide eyed at the now tiny figure at the bottom of the ravine. He sat like that for a few more minutes, his brain registering what had happened, and then he screamed. Sobs tore out of his throat as he scooted back, hand knocking against something. He picked it up and read the front of the case. It was some sort of DVD, America's handwriting on the front. He held the item to his chest and cried until others arrived.

Just kidding! There's a lot more to come!

Let me know what you Guy's think!