Hello! I saw a picture on Tumblr, and I got inspired!

Here's the picture: thingsandjunk tumblr com/post/35742136018

I think you know where to put the dots.

Warning: There IS character death at the end. I actually teared up a bit.

I don't own anything!

The doctors didn't know how much longer he would live. It was unknown. It would be a miracle if he made it a few more months.

It started out with a crappy immune system. Getting sick all the time. Some days he'd has nosebleeds. He started to forget things when he woke up. Some days the blond would cough so much he would end up coughing up blood. And then, he finally got sent to the hospital once a poor Frenchman found the boy passed out in his room.

"There isn't much we can do, sir. This illness is rare and unknown, we don't even know what it is. This is the first time we've seen anything like this." Those words echoed throughout Alfred's mind as he watched Matthew sleep.

He'd been asleep for a while now; 19 hours. He was expected to wake up in the next hour or two, and even then, it would be a fifty-fifty percent chance he'd be in a stable mind set, or able to remember Alfred, or even why he was here at the time. It had happened a few times, where Alfred was there, and Matthew woke up, not having a clue to anything.

Alfred didn't want to let go. He kept holding onto his brothers hand. There was only allowed one visitor in the room at a time, and being the closest to Matthew, Alfred was there the most.

There was a light, strained cough as Alfred felt the hand he was holding, hold his own hand back. Alfred picked his head up at this, looking at Matthew.

Matthew looked over to him, a tired expression claiming his face. "You don't need to be here, you know. I'm pretty pathetic like this."

Alfred let out a small sigh. His brothers eyes were hazy-looking; instead of a vibrant purple like usual, they seemed to be a dull blue. His skin was pale, almost as pale as Gilbert's. His hair even seemed coarse and dry.

But regardless, Alfred still loved Matthew.

He brought Matthew's hand up to his face, feeling the cold skin on his cheek as Matthew brushed his finger against it. feeling the soft skin.

"But I do," Alfred finally replied, his eyes tearing somewhat. "I don't know when I'll see you again."

Despite his sickness, Matthew smiled and chuckled. "Don't be like that."

"How can I not?" He asked quietly.

"Because.. I may leave you, but I'll always be here, as well." Matthew spoke, letting go of Alfred's hand, moving it over to Alfred's chest, patting it.

Alfred closed his eyes, shaking his head with a small smile. "You're sick... You're so sick, yet you still make me smile."

Wah, hope you enjoyed it.

I have the second part done, but I'm tired, so I'll post tomorrow.