I do not own Hetalia or any of the mentioned merchandise or companies in this fic. I only own the idea of this happening.

Because when your mind suddenly comes up with this idea, who doesn't see this coming?


Matthew turned his head from the image in front of him to look at his southern neighbour. The normally up-beat young man now sported a deep frown on his face as tears streamed down his face. His glasses had to be removed when they accumulated too many tear specks and now hung from his right hand.

The superpower nation looked absolutely miserable at that moment.

"M-Mattie," Alfred sputtered through sorrow-fueled heaves of breath.

"Yes, Al?" Matthew asked, already knowing what the self-proclaimed hero wanted from him.

Alfred sniffed loudly before continuing, "Can I p-please have a hug? This is too much. J-Just... please hug me."

The Canadian personification sighed quietly before carefully wrapping his arms around his depressed brother. He gently rocked him back and forth while whispering comforting words into his ear.

"Why did he have to die?" Alfred choked out.

"You heard the doctor, Al. He couldn't survive those injuries."

"But he was the best. You can't beat the best of the best."

"Sometimes the best can fall, Al."

"But not him!" Alfred wailed.

Matthew patted his brother on the head, feeling very awkward about his next words.

"He'll become one with the Matrix, just as he said."

"Why did you die, Optimus?!" The American personification cried into the other blonde's shoulder.

For what felt like the thousandth time, the northern nation sighed, exasperated by his brother's overdramatic reaction... again.

'IT"S A FREAKIN' CARTOON, ALFRED!' Matthew screamed in his head.

Extended Ending

"England, I have a favour to ask you."

"What is it now, America?!"

"... I'm Canada, England."

"Oh... Sorry, lad. Err, what was it you wanted?"

"I need to know your secret to bearing with France's cheesy romance movies."

"Why?"

"Alfred invited me to a Disney movie marathon –"

"Can't you refuse?"

" – at my house."

"You have my deepest sympathies. My secret is liquor. Bring a great quality of liquor in order to stay sane."

"Thanks, I owe you one."


Come on, Alfred would so do this and drag Matthew into it!