I don't own Hetalia


1.

Matthew leaned his head back in the passenger seat. The music pounded through his head, vibrating the seats, and forming abstract colours and images in his mind. He tapped his hand against the window to what he imagined the beat to be.

His brother noticed. He turned up the volume slightly, causing the sounds to pulse even more smoothly through the car. The bass hummed and Matthew began to grin. He raised his hand and signed good. To him, without even looking. Alfred didn't respond, turning his eyes back on the road.

Snow had begun to fall thickly now, layering haze across the freeway like the tulle under skirts. The cars before him sluggishly inched forwards, dreading oncoming traffic. Alfred wasn't afraid at all.

The sun poked a hole through the white fluff, piercing the car windows and bouncing off like broken glass. Alfred looked around at the other cars, his eyes flicking forwards whenever he could pass through, his wheels crunching against the snow.

He wondered what kind of lives the people around him lived. He wondered where they had to go. Where they came from. Were they good people? Or bad? When was the last time they cried? Was it a year or five minutes ago? Alfred let the thoughts roam freely through his head as he drove. It passed the time by.

Matthew opened his eyes and looked at Alfred, then outside. How long left? Matthew watched Alfred's lips.

"I don't know, maybe twenty more minutes. Sleep if you want." He said.

Dream of something nice, too. Alfred thought, but didn't say.


A/N: This is a bit long so you can skip this if you want!

Hi, sorry guys for making another drabble story. This was supposed to be a big, long-chaptered, saga. But the idea needs to be written and I can't focus for very long (some health problems no big deal) so there's that. Hope you enjoy!