Chasing Spirits

Prologue: Fallen

358 Days Ago

Matthew grimaced as he walked into the kitchen. Had his mom tried to cook… again?

"Ah, good morning, Matthew." Alice turned to her eldest son, holding a pan of scones. They were scones, right? They appeared to be more of a pile of scorched, black, burned things.

"Hey mom," he replied, about to sit down when Alice let out a sigh.

"Could you go wake up your sister? She at least needs to be prepared for school—"

"I'm on it," Matthew was already making his way out of the kitchen and up the staircase.

The door to Alex's room was cracked open, letting a streak of light crawl across the somewhat clean floor. Matthew pushed the door open slowly, almost cautiously, though it was obvious his twin was still asleep. "Alex?" he asked softy, gently shaking her shoulder. Well, she was a pretty heavy sleeper. "Come on, Alex," he said a little bit louder, "We have school today."

Desperate times call for desperate measures; Matthew decided, then reached around and pinched his sister's nose [1]. Ever since she was little, the thing that annoyed her the most was being pinched, especially her nose. Plus, for some odd reason, whenever someone touched her nose while she slept she woke up and would usually punch them right square in the face.

Of course, when she didn't move, Matthew began to panic. That always woke her up. "Alex, this isn't funny."

No movement.

"Mom!" Matthew turned to the door, running down the steps at full speed.

"Well?" Alice tapped her foot impatiently as she watched the doctor, who actually didn't look nervous under the Brit's threatening glare.

"She's fallen into a coma, though we're unsure why. We've checked every reason she could possibly fall into one, but there were no positive results."

Matthew sat quietly, listening closely to the blonde doctor [2]. Fallen into a coma with no reason? Was that even possible? Maybe they should check again. Yeah, they should. There at least had to be one logical reason! Or, or, something… Matthew leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. What was vibrating in his back pocket? Oh, yeah, his phone. He cracked an eye open as he pulled out his phone, seeing he had gotten a text from his boyfriend.

Birdie, where are you?

He sighed, fingers flying over the tiny keyboard, At the hospital. Something's wrong with Alex.

What happened?

Dunno. Doctor said something about a coma.

Oh.

He pushed the phone back into his pocket, sneaking a peek at his mother and papa (who had just arrived). Francis was attempting to calm Alice down, who was somewhere between a rage and a mental breakdown. He still hadn't told them about Gilbert. Well, Alex knew, but that didn't really matter now. They may never speak again, Alex might not wake up.

The thought made him feel sick to his stomach. That couldn't happen… no. That's his twin sister, his other half. Almost every good memory involved her. She couldn't die! Without her… he would die too.

1. I have no idea why this bothers Alex, but it just does. Yeah.

2. It's Germany! In this, he's going to be Prussia's uncle rather than younger brother. That's just how it worked out, pfft-

Well, how this started… Fem!America, Russia, and a burning house. That's all I can say without spoiling future chapters. -derp-

Please review! Prussia will let you pet Gilbird!

~hetalia-deathnote-kuroshitsuji~