"If I die young, bury me in satin and lay me down on a bed of roses"
Alfred stood hovering over the prone figure that was laid on the bed of white and red roses. Alfred felt numb as he looked at the boys body that had once been his sanctuary, his love, and his Brother.
"Matthew Williams is dead." The words at first had sounded all like a cruel joke as he had spoken to the Canadian's boss. He wished it had all been a cruel attempt at a joke, but here was the Canadian laid inside the coffin, he could be mistaken for just peacefully sleeping, that was if the chest had been rising and falling.
He suddenly felt something warm and salty roll down his cheek, he blinked and wiped the strange thing away. He was crying. The superpower Country had been reduced to tears, he wiped them away again and sniffled.
He missed the Canadian dearly, the two had been brothers in blood, then later lovers. He hid his face in his hands as he sat and rested his elbows on his knees, "Mattie..." He whispered as a new waterfall of tears started and rolled down.
He didn't care if anyone saw the broken hearted country like this. All he wanted was his Mattie back, his Matthew that was shy and would timidly kiss him when no one was looking.
His eyes shut tightly against the sorrow wracking through his body, he suddenly felt a hand rest itself on his shoulder and looked up blinking at the deep green eyes of Arthur, hi- No that was not right. Their stepfather.
"Alfred? Lad are you alright?" The blond asked and sat down beside the American and offered a slight comforting smile.
"I'll never be alright, ever again..." he mumbled quietly his eyes puffy and red from crying.
Arthur only sighed and hugged the emotionally unstable American against him, "let it out...just let it out" he mumbled into Alfred's blond hair.
Alfred nuzzled his face into the Britons shirt. He began to sob loudly while Arthur stroked his back gently. He heard the other sigh quietly but continued crying.
Arthur continued to calm Alfred until it had worked. Alfred looked like a mess. His blond hair ruffled from grabbing and pulling on it, the blue eyes red and extremly exausted looking...but what hurt him the most was seeing Alfred's face blank as if he did not care about anything.
Alfred sat up and looked around as if silently asking where he was, his eyes flicked to the body of his Brother. He stood up and walked towards the body before laying a hand on Matthew's still chest.
"Sleep well...brother" He whispered and placed a kiss on Matthew's temple before he straightened up and began walking away.
A breeze suddenly started up , he continued walking until he felt something land on his shoulder, he blinked and reached for the thing. His hand met something dry that crackled slightly.
He pulled it off and looked at the maple leaf, he brought it close to his nose and smelled. The sweet fragrent reminded him of the smell of Matthew. He smiled gently for the first time in a week, Matthew would always be with him. No matter what he was in his heart.