So I've seen this certain video a couple of days ago and I cannot get it out of my head. So touching and such a wonderful story. I decided to make a small novel-length type story with this, adding some extras in it that I thought would make the story even more interesting.

This original idea isn't mine to start with, but it's simply such a great story that I just have to share what I thought from it. I also know that I am not the first one to attempt or to simply "fan fictionize" this idea, but hey it's a fan fiction world, sorry guys!

[Look for Aku no Maple on Youtube for the video! It's a good idea to watch it before reading this but again I will be adding extras into this story]

Please note that this story is rated M for future adult theme scenes. There will be a warning at the beginning of every chapter. (This one is rated G BTW ;) )

Anyways enough of this. Please do enjoy and I promise to try to update quickly as I will try to attempt getting that FMA fan fiction updated (yes, I've decided to work on it! :D)

Enjoy!

Let me tell you a story.

The story begins in a time where most of the Earth was new to the "white men" eyes. Kingdoms and crowns divided each other to claim what they kept believing was theirs (while truly it wasn't). Blood and lives were lost between each side of every war and worlds were divided. And so do the main characters of this story that brings us to a meeting of a parent and his two children, Alfred and Matthew.

Twins.

Not a parent in the world could have gone through Britain's decision without shedding a tear. And neither could he when he took his sons - both still very young mind you - on his lap and talked to them as adults talk amongst other adults.

"My sons," he had begun, tears already coming down his cheeks, "it had been decided at your birth that the oldest shall lead this world towards greatness. Soon your lives will be forever changed and both of you will need to live... apart from each other."

Britain's world had hit just as hard as a rock on a cement wall, and both young lads were condemned by their own father, asked to forever forget the past and become men at their young age.

For the twins had been the closest of twin brothers. Witness will admit openly that Matthew never left his big brother's side: he had learned to walk, talk, write, learned to tie his shoe laces and whatever else always following his big brother. It had never been noticed if Matthew had done it on purpose and had rather decided to let his brother have all the firsts before he did, but it didn't matter: all that did was that Matthew loved his brother.

Alfred adored his brother just as much. He was ready to bite arms and legs and also throw stuff at the people that made fun of his little twin brother. But unlike Matthew who was the shyer of the two, Alfred adored telling people off and bossing the maids and servants at his father's place, and also bragged that he did stuff better all the time.

But still throughout his annoying bragging self he still had the material to go far, and that was why he had been chosen to lead Britain's legacy.

It had to be the right choice.

The day of the separation came, and it had been a tearful one for the youngest of the two. Not wanting to leave neither his father's home for the new world nor his brother's side he had chosen to hide somewhere only he and Alfred knew of. Deep down Matthew had chosen to hide in their secret lockout because he had wanted his brother to find him, to hold him close and to tell him that everything would be fine.

That Alfred didn't have to leave him ever.

Meanwhile, downstairs by the cars, an anxious Britain was staring at the large entrance doors, with a little kid by his side who carried his favorite toy in his hands.

"Hurry up, Matthew! We have to leave now!" he kept shouting.

He suddenly felt something pulling his right leg. "Father, I know where to find him. Let me be the hero and get Matthew for you!"

Alfred ran as quickly as his legs could allow him, holding the stuffed animal as hard as he could. Usually he wasn't up for running, except when it came to when he and Matthew were racing around the house but now it was different: his brother could be hiding somewhere scared out of his mind. He knew deep down where his brother was hiding and he couldn't help himself to smile when he saw that he had been right all along.

Matthew had been hiding in their favorite hiding place behind the gardens.

"It's not really time for hide and seek, Matt," Alfred had said, chuckling.

It was only then that he saw: the tears running down Matthew's cheeks. The guy was crawled up in a ball, his nose between his knees. Alfred wasn't the type to show his emotions in public, but now was not the time to give a care about what the maids or gardeners would think. Kneeling down next to his brother - his only true friend and playmate for the last 5 years - and wrapping his arm over his twin's brother, he smiled some more, but with more tenderness he had ever showed anyone.

"It'll be okay. We'll still see each other."

Matthew sniffled, trying his best to wipe the running tears with his shirt sleeve. "What if we don't? Who will play with me?" Alfred's heart shouldn't have hurt the way it did. They were only toddlers and were both pushed by adult decisions and they had to become mature too quickly. Life was unfair, and finding out about this fact at this age was simply unfair.

The big brother inside of him took over, and in a simple gesture Alfred handed his stuffed teddy bear to his brother. "Here, take Kumajirou. He'll take care of you and he even gives out the bestest hugs in the whole universe!"

Taking the bear into both his arms and holding it as though he was kissing the back of its head Matthew looked up, his cheeks slightly blushed. Alfred knew instantly that his brother was feeling much better and he couldn't help but to be proud of himself for making his brother smile again.

Out of nowhere though, Matthew suddenly gasped. "But, brother! What about you? What will you do without your favorite bear?"

It was true that it pained Alfred to seperate himself from Kumajirou, but he couldn't be selfish at this moment. No, he simply couldn't...

"I think he'll be safer with you. If he'll make you happy then I'll be happy." Alfred got up and brought his right hand towards Matthew. "Come on. We're expected at the cars.

Walking hand in hand towards the path that would divide them from seeing eachother, Alfred did everything in his power to keep the tears to himself.

"Thank you, big brother," he heard Matthew whisper just before Alfred let go once they got to the front yard.

It was only once the black car with Matthew got on the road and away from his sight that Alfred shed the tears he had so deeply wanted to hide for as long as he lived.