Arthur: DISCLAIMER~ Supreschwiizer does not own anything but the idea of Autumn spirits having doe features and leaf imprints on their bodies! And if she did own Hetalia…well… There would be a lot of ArthurXMattie sex. That is all. *super blunt*
Francis: WARNING~ Ohonhonhon~ Nothing right now except a few lingering caresses and soft kisses towards Mattie from Al but nothing too bad~ *winks* But hopefully it'll get kinky later on~ Ohonhonhon~
Arthur and Francis: PLEASE ENJOY! *bow*


"Where are you sending me, Father? The world you have shown me does not make sense."

"Down to the mortal realm. You have proven yourself to be wiser then your breathren, little one. You are mature beyond your years and have matured at the same rate as any male of the mortal realm. Though, your form surprises me. Unlike your brothers, your hips are so much wider and your waist so small I can wrap my hands completely around you."

"Your hands are large, father."

"I know, I know. But you look more feminine then most males. You have such delicate features and absolutely enormous lavender eyes. I think you will be extremely well taken to in the mortal world. You are of my blood after all."

"Father, will I age as a mortal does?"

"Do not sound so worried, my son. If you desire it, I will have you age as an immortal. Never. You will be born as a baby, though. So you will age up into your teens; preferably sixteen. I am not sending you down to live forever, my son."

"Then why are you sending me down, father?"

"To fall in love, my son. Our kind has become too pure. Our blood is too empty of human humility. I am surprised we still exist without it."

"But without us won't autumn vanish? Summer will change too drastically to winter and everything will die. Including the humans! We cannot allow for that to happen!"

"Exactly why I send you down to fix everything. But do not rush yourself. Only when you fall in love, let the mortal man touch you. He will keep you and autumn safe from the scorching summer and the wrath of winter. You will become one and the same in that you will be two halves over autumn. Taking mine and your mother's places."

"But when will I know when I am in love, father? I have never been in love. The males and females of our kind bore me. I do not wish to lose my innocence or spend my life with any of them."

"I cannot tell you when you will fall in love, my youngest son. But you will know it when you feel it. As you will know the man when you meet him. I can only tell you that the man will be human but not human at the same time. He may or may not have the blood of a season. Now, good bye and good luck, young Mathieu."


Lavender eyes fluttered open as the dream came to an end, gazing blankly up at the off-white ceiling. The beautiful boy they belonged to yawned and sat up, stretching his petite arms. His nightshirt rode up to show his flat stomach and delicate little belly button. Flopping back down on the bed, he stretched his legs out before just laying there.

"The same dream as usual..." he murmured thoughtfully. "I must be going mad."

Rolling over onto his side, he cringed as his Father sang up the stairs to him.

"Mathieu~ Maaaaaathieuuuu~ It is time for school~"

The beautiful boy, Mathieu, groaned and finally pushed himself up. He grabbed his uniform and slowly made his way into the bathroom on heavy, sleepy feet.

Twenty minutes later, Mathieu stepped from the bathroom dressed in his school uniform. The handsome pressed dark blue dress pants hugged his wide hips gently and tailored suit jacket nipped at his waist just right, showing just how absolutely tiny he was. Running a brush through his thick blonde hair, Mathieu dashed downstairs. Stumbling halfway down but quickly catching himself on the railing. Heart pounding rapidly within his chest and the nearly horrible accident, he took a deep breath to calm himself and hurried down the rest of the way in a calmer manner.

"Papa? Have you seen my shoes?"

Mathieu's father, a tall Frenchman with the same blonde hair but striking blue eyes instead of soft lavender, looked up and nodded. "They're by the front door. I fixed you a croissant so don't leave without it! It's flaaaakyyy~"

Mathieu nodded and grab the croissant, sinking his teeth into the sweet pastry as he slipped his leather school shoes on. Grabbing his bag, he gave his father a quick wave before dashing out of the house. He didn't have enough time to linger and give his father a quick kiss to the cheek but that could wait for later.

"Papa has plenty of other people to kiss." Mathieu giggled softly at the thought. His father was quite the player. But not to women. No, it was never women. It was always other beautiful men with a slighter build than his father but equally as feisty. Many times a week Mathieu would hear cries of "Francis! Francis, harder!" or "Oh God, Francis! If you stop I will fucking kill you!" But that was mostly when his papa's favourite lover, Arthur, was over.

Things got extremely loud whenever that happened. Mathieu rarely slept when that happened.

Autumn leaves twirled through the air, golden-red trees lining the path Mathieu always took to his private school. The leaves crunched beneath his walking shoes, creating a soft cadence as a theme song for him to walk to. It was comforting and quiet; the atmosphere peaceful and without the marring of traffic or lawn equipment. Nothing could ruin this beautiful day. Nothing at all.

Mathieu

With a yelp, Mathieu's feet caught under themselves and he slipped, eyes widening as the ground suddenly began to come too close. 'Oh no!' He thought, terrified from the impending agony he knew he would be in. "This is going to be bad!" He braced himself for the impact, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, but it never came.

"Huh?" Mathieu slowly blinked his eyes open, starting in surprise at a low chuckle resounding behind him. Suddenly he was all too aware of someone's arms wrapped tightly around his midsection, keeping him from hitting the ground but also keeping his bottom pressed somewhere that was far less than innocent.

"Are you generally this clumsy?" A deep voice asked, strong arms gently settling Mathieu onto his feet, steadying him before the arms moved away. Mathieu didn't miss the way the hands attached to those strong arms seemed to hesitate over the swell of his hips, caressing them lightly before moving completely away.

Mathieu turned to reply, wishing to thank him, but once his eyes fell on the strange the words inside his mouth vanished. Who was this enticingly handsome man? His blonde hair was a shade darker then Mathieu's own, fringe falling behind wire-framed glasses and the brightest blue eyes - brighter then even his Papa's and that was so rare. Even his nose, strong like his jaw but not disgustingly huge, was even handsome over the little smirk on his upturned lips.

The man arched one perfect eyebrow, crossing his arms and watching Mathieu. "Dude, you okay?"

Mathieu blinked a few times before nodding, not trusting himself to speak yet.

The man flashed a blinding grin and held out his hand to the smaller boy. "I'm Alfred, by the way! Alfred F. Jones, the number one Hero ever! Well...nearly. We have to consider Superman, after all. I'm strong. But not that strong."

Mathieu blinked. Was this guy for real? He was so handsome but was spouting some gibberish about being a hero. Didn't he realize how ridiculous he sounded? Seeing as he could do nothing else, Mathieu sighed internally and shook Alfred's hand. Well, he more had his arm shaken out of the socket by the force of it. He let his hand grip the handle of his shoulder bag once it was released.

"So you heading to World W?" The man - Alfred! He really must remember that - had ended up walking with Mathieu once the little beauty had begun to walk again.

He nodded, never taking his eyes off the ground before him. He was too concerned with getting lost in his eyes again.

"I'm new here. I'm from Maine so this is kinda different. I always knew Washington was pretty though. Is autumn always so pretty here? I don't think I've ever seen the leaves this vibrant before. Even in Maine and autumn is beautiful there! It's amazing how different two places can even if they're both in the same awesome country! Weird, huh?"

Mathieu nodded at the appropriate times and smiled a bit when needed. This seemed to keep Alfred content and he kept chattering along about absolutely nothing, speaking but not saying anything, until they reached the staircase within World W where they would part ways.

Not hesitating to get to class, Mathieu started up the left fork of the staircase but was stopped short by a large encircling his wrist. He looked down into the cerulean pools Alfred had for eyes, confused.

"I never got your name." He grinned.

Mathieu blinked in confusion, "I'm Mathieu, Mathieu Bonnefoy."

Alfred's grin widened and he released Mathieu's wrist. "You have a very beautiful name, Mattie. I'm glad I got to meet you."

And then, Alfred turned away and disappeared up the right flight of stairs.

Mathieu stood there for a few moments before the warning bell alerted him to how late it actually was. Running as quickly as he could, Mathieu hurried to his classroom with his thoughts running a mile a minute. Every single one about the intoxicatingly handsome Alfred F. Jones.

"Where the hell did he come from?"


After six and a half grueling hours, the eager students were released from their classes. Students streamed out in waves, blabbering happily about this and that as they made plans for after school. As everyone hurried, Mathieu and his snarky Italian friend Lovino took their time.

"Ugh! Why don't they just shut the fuck up? They aren't even fucking talking about anything! Nothing!" Lovino fumed, angrily tugging his backpack on, making the single long curl in his hair bob with extreme amounts of attitude.

"Calm down, Lovi. It isn't that bad," Mathieu giggled, finishing putting everything in his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He smiled softly at his fuming friend, used to his random little ranting's.

"Yes it is!" Lovi continued to complain as they made their way out of the school, arms crossed across his chest with his shoulder held tightly.

Their after school routine had been the exact same since they had met in grade seven: tidy up slowly, complain about people, walk through the hallways until they see Lovi's longtime boyfriend Antonio, and then go to a little cafe for tea and pastries without any worries. It was comforting and easy to be around them for Mathieu. It was their thing, their tradition, and no one else had it. It was the one thing that Mattie believed made him to be special about him.

So it was a shock when Mathieu and Lovi turned the corner and who other than Alfred was standing by Antonio, talking up a storm. The two were gossiping like old friends and laughing likes idiots, wiping stray tears of laughter away with the back their hands. Alfred's honey coloured skin was glowing beautifully in the light, his white teeth reflecting it as well. But of course Mattie wasn't noticing that. Not one tiny bit.

Mathieu frowned, not sure how to feel about this as he felt his cheeks tint a slight pink. But he knew if Alfred came with them he would not be happy about it at all. He was not allowed to disrupt their tradition. That was not okay.

"The hell is that?" Lovi's sudden question made Mathieu jump a bit, startled out of his thoughts of annoyance.

"Oh...uh...that's Alfred. He's new, I guess..." Mathieu replied quietly, not wanting to divulge any information about their walk to school together.

"He's loud," the Italian mumbled, crossing his arms in annoyance but continued walking over. To most likely claim his boyfriend back.

Mathieu dropped behind Lovi, sighing and looking down. He really didn't want to deal with Alfred right now. After a day full of whining, complaining slackers, Mathieu didn't want to deal with another one. Especially when Alfred was three times as loud as anyone else he knew.

"Oi, bastardo! What the hell are you doing?"

"Ah mi poco de tomate~ My little Lovino~ You're looking so beautiful right now~"

"Sh-Shut up! D-Don't say things like that on public, you dumb bastardo!"

Mathieu stood to the side as he watched his two friends greet each other, smiling. Maybe they hadn't realized it, but they were so in love. Lovi was a blushing mess, spluttering and trying to avert his gazed as Antonio encircled him into a tight hug and sung praises of his wonder and beauty. Mathieu had never seen himself ever being like that with anyone. No one had ever really shown any kind of interest in him in a romantic sense. Lust was usually the emotion targeted toward him, a strong lust that nearly got him raped multiple times. But he had gotten away every time and was mostly alright with it. It made him know he was attractive.

Just not loveable.

A chuckle from his left made Mathieu look up, way up, at Alfred. He was grinning and watching the two lovers. Mathieu watched him curiously from the corner of his eye. Had this man ever been in love? Was he in love now? Did he like men or women? Did he like Mathieu?

Mathieu cheeks flared a bright pink as he caught his thoughts, quickly averting his eyes from the man beside him. 'Why the hell do I care?' He thought angrily, glaring at the back of Lovi's head as he willed him to finish so they could leave. 'He's probably got a girlfriend.' Mathieu sighed and look down at his shoes, trying his hardest to keep his thoughts blank.

"You okay?"

Mathieu looked up at the sound of Alfred's voice, startled. "O-Oh...uhmm...yeah, I'm fine," he replied quietly, looking away as quickly as he could.

"Well, alright," Alfred let the subject drop. "So, Antonio was telling me about how you three always go to a cafe after school..."

"Yeah? What about it?" Mathieu cringed at the slight bite in his own voice, not meaning for it to be there. He really had been spending too much time with Lovi lately.

"Well, uhh..." Alfred scratched the back of his head, grinning sheepishly. "Do ya think I could come? It sounds fun and it'd let me see more of the town."

Mathieu looked at him in barely hidden disbelief. "The hell?" He fumed inside his mind. "What right does he have to come with us? Well...it would still be mean to say no..." "Y-Yeah...sure... I guess that would be alright..."

Alfred's smile at that made Mathieu's stomach do a strange little flip, butterflies erupting from deep within him. No human being was allowed to be that absolutely gorgeous. But here he was, the perfect man in Mathieu's eyes, grinning down at him and creating sunlight in the entire room.

He was absolutely breathtaking.

"Awesome! I can't wait to get something sweet!" Alfred yipped like a happy little puppy, cerulean eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Y-Yeah...me neither..."

"Do you like sweets, Mattie? You look like someone who would like sweets 'cause you're like adorable as well."

Cheeks flaring brighter, Mathieu tugged his coat tighter around him to try and hide in embarrassment. "I...I do like sweets... They're good..."

"Awesome! Then I'll buy you something sweet and yummy!" Alfred grinned, looking down at him happily.

Mathieu looked away, unsure of how to act. "O-Oh...thank you..."

"Hey, you ready to go, Mattie?" Lovi asked, walking over with a grinning Antonio in tow. His own cheeks were as red as the tomatoes he loved so much and Mattie could tell he was trying to ignore the Spaniard's hand in his back pocket. He wasn't fooling anyone.

Mathieu looked up, relief flooding through him. "Yeah. I guess Alfred is coming too...is that okay?"

Antonio grinned and nodded. "Oh si! Si! It will be good to have another manly man around while you girls talk fashion and such!

Mathieu giggled as Lovi hit Antonio, shouting something about not being a girl. Once the Italian drama queen was done complaining, they left and made their way to the cafe. And two hours later, Mathieu was waving goodbye to Lovi and Antonio. When he turned around he was shocked to see Alfred still standing there, grinning down at Mattie.

"You're still here?" He questioned quietly, buttoning his coat up against the quickly chilling air.

With a shrug, Alfred fell into step beside Mathieu, his hands in his pockets. "I thought you might like some company walking home."

Not knowing what to say, Mathieu kept quiet and just looked down at the already fallen leaves. The golden-red leaves crunched softly in time with their footsteps, filling the crisp autumn air with a gentle cadence. No birds chirped along their path home, long since having fled to the south and the warmth it promised.

The cold was pleasant to Mathieu; it made him feel alive with the way it tingled up his arms with little goosebumps. And with the part of Washington they lived in, the quiet suburbs off of Seattle, nothing made a sound. It was still and peaceful and it made Mathieu never want to leave. Perhaps that was why he didn't mind that Alfred was walking with him. The taller blonde stayed as quiet as everything else surrounding them and to Mathieu it was a huge relief.

Lavender eyes darted to the side to sneak a peek at Alfred, slowly following down over the sharp contours of his jaw and over to his thin lips. Mathieu didn't think he had ever seen more kissable lips.

"It's too bad he would never kiss me, though…"

In no time at all they were in front of Mathieu's two story white house. As he was trying to think of a way to get Alfred to leave without seeming rude, the other male interrupted him.

"So, Antonio said something to about him and Lovino going out of town this weekend. Is that true?"

Mathieu was taken aback and just stared at him for a minute before nodding, not knowing what else to do or say.

"Great! Then we should do something! Just the two of us!" Alfred grinned, watching him so intently that it made the much smaller blonde feel uncomfortable.

"Y-Yeah, okay...sure..."

"Awesome! Let's hope this week goes by fast so we can hang out!" He grinned. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

Mathieu stood there for a long time after Alfred turned the corner and disappeared from sight. A sudden howling, chilling gust of wind however finally jolted him from his shock and he fled inside.

"Hopefully this week would go by slowly."


Much to his dismay, the week did not go slowly at all. Everything was rushed and hectic, everything blurred together in his mind. And before he knew it, he was being pushed on the swing by Alfted and actually having fun with it!

Mathieu was squealing and giggling, kicking his legs in an effort to get higher and higher. "Push harder, Alfred! Harder"

Alfred laughed and did as he said, tickling his sides as he did so. "That's what she said!"

Gasping softly and blushing, looking back over his shoulder indignantly before bursting out into laughter harder then before. "You're such a pervert!"

"Yeah I know!" Alfred laughed back.

Mathieu squealed as he was suddenly gripped around the waist and tugged off the swing, scooped up into strong arms. He giggled as his sides were assaulted with tickles, squirming about as he tried to break free.

"N-No! No! Ah-Ahhh! Stop! I-I can't b-breeathe!" He cried out, tears of laughter running down his cheeks.

After a few more minutes of the torture, Alfred finally stopped and held Mathieu close to his chest. Mathieu was still giggling, enjoying the deep runbles of laughter vibrating through the larger man's chest. Slowly his giggles faded out and he wiped his eyes with his sleeves, faced flushed as he stepped back once his legs gained strength once again.

"You have a beautiful smile."

Mathieu blinked and looked up at Alfred in surprise, blushing brightly. "Wh-What...?"

"Well, it's true," he said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "It's beautiful. You're beautiful."

Enormous lavender eyes widened in shock, cheeks brightening even more. "H-How...?"

"How? You just are, Mattie," he chuckled, smiling gently down at him. "You have the most beautiful golden hair to be paired with the biggest lavender eyes, a tiny button nose and cupid bow lips. And you are so small that you barely fill my arms and it means I just get to hold you tighter. You're...beyond beautiful. I don't honestly have the vocabulary to describe it." He scratched the back of his head, grinning sheepishly at the dazed boy.

"Beautiful...he thinks I'm...beautiful..." Mathieu was in complete and utter shock, butterflies exploding in his stomach and spreading their wings around his heart. A slow smile spread over his lips, cheeks a soft pink instead of roaring red.

"I've never been called beautiful before..."

Alfted was smiling so gently down at him, not allowing the butterflies in Mathieu's stomach to dissipate. But all too sudden, Mathieu watched as the larger man's face twisted into attractive confusion.

"Mattie? What are those?"

Mathieu blinked, confused. "What are what?"

Alfred reached out and touched a little nub on the top, right side of his head, making a jolt go through his entire body. "These. They look like...horns."

"Horns?" Mathieu echoed before bolting over to where his bag sat. He reached in with trembling hands, searching around and tossing out items he didn't, before pulling out a small compact mirror. With a muttered swear of frustration at his first attempt at opening it, he wrenched it open and gasped at his reflection.

On the top of his head sat two little horns, melting into hair as if they had always been there. His skin had darkened a tiny bit as well, less a pasty white than a very light tan. Even as he watched, a golden-red maple leaf, no bigger then the pad on his pinky finger appeared under the corner of his right eye.

The compact hit the ground as everything went black from shock, the last words he heard after losing consciousness belonged to Alfred.

"Mathieu! MATHIEU!"


"Ngh...my head..."

The bright fluorescent lights above the bed hurt Mathieu's eyes as he slowly blinked them open, a frown marring his beautiful face. Giving himself a few moments to adjust, he ignored the protests from his entire body and pushed himself into a sitting position on the bed.

"Wasn't I in the park? How did I get home?" He wondered silently, looking around. It was then he realized that the walls were blue and not off-white and the bed was much larger than his full-sized one.

Panic settled into a thick tangle in his stomach and he scrambled off the bed, trembling in fear. He backed up to the wall and gazed around, lavender searching the room feverishly.

"Mattie?" A knock on the door made Mathieu jump and shrink farther against the wall.

His panicked mind didn't recognize the voice and ran a mile a minute. "Is it someone bad? Is it going to hurt me? Is it going to...rape me...?" Immersed in his frantic thoughts, Mathieu didn't notice when someone stepped into the room and strong arms encircled him.

But oh did he wail. A violent scream wrenched free from his delicate throat, one that wrenched itself from the very center of his being and tore itself violently in an attempt to escape. Tears rolled down his cheeks unbidden but he didn't notice. He twisted and turned, thrashing in the strong arms as he cried to be let go. But the arms were too strong and he too weak. He couldn't win.

"Mattie! Calm down! It's me!"

Alfred.

The name registered, but he didn't stop flailing. He didn't know that this was really Alfred or some imposter. The person's voice was too muffled by the panic coursing through Mathieu's veins to make any sense; he didn't truly try to make sense of them.

"Please! Just calm down! You're going to hurt your voice!"

A soft kiss was placed at the base of Mathieu's throat, shocking him enough that he finally stopped his wailing and settled into a soft whimper of confusion. The kisses continued lightly up his neck, his skin tingling from every touch of the silky pieces of flesh until they finally reached his ear.

"It's me, Mattie… I promise, its Alfred…" he whispered softly, arms tightening around the tiny boy's midsection and holding him closer.

"Alfred..." Mathieu breathed and stopped his thrashing, the panic clearing and his vision brightening once more. His body felt so heavy now as he blearily looked up at Alfred's face, even more disoriented at the fact that there were a few cheeks staining the darker blonde's cheeks as well. He wanted to ask him what was wrong but couldn't get his throat to work, it hurt too much to even try to speak.

"Geezus, did I really scare you that much, man?" The taller blonde chuckled, fondly petting Mathieu's hair.

Mathieu could only nod as he slowly relaxed into Alfred's touch until he was flush against the taller man, fitting together with him like a missing puzzle piece.

Alfred chuckled again and nuzzled the top of his head, making a bright blush curse the little doe's cheeks. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean too, promise."

Noticing how Mathieu struggled to make any sort of noise after his screaming session, Alfred quickly left and returned with a glass of water. He guided the little blonde over to sit on his bed and waited patiently until the glass was drained of every drop of the clear liquid.

"I know... I'm not sure why I reacted like that, honestly..." he was finally able to croak out afterwards, cringing a bit at the horrid sound his voice was making.

"I may be poking at something sensitive but you looked like a deer in headlights."

Mathieu blinked and suddenly remembered the weird horn-like appendages on the top of his head, worry instantly filling his stomach. "Has...has it gotten worse...?" He stuttered worriedly, almost afraid to ask. He needed to know, though. He...just needed to...

The bright eyed man shook his head, leading the lighter blonde over to sit on the bed. "The horns are still the same size and the leaf under your eye is still there. I haven't checked anywhere else on you, though."

Knowing what Alfred meant, he looked nervously down to where his arms were covered with a long sleeved red shirt and black skinny jeans obscurred any view of the skin on his long, slender legs. But they hid secrets that he was sure he needed to know and needed to know now, Gathering the resolve to do so, Mathieu began tugging at his shirt, pulling it over his head.

"Wh-What are you doing?" Alfred spluttered frantically, covering his eyes with his hands. "Don't strip in front of me! We've just met!"

Rolling his eyes at him, Mathieu stood and dropped his jeans to the floor, kicking them to the side. Taking a deep breath, he took the few steps over to the mirror quickly and gazed inside. Lavender eyes widen to the size of small dinner plates at what he saw.

"Oh mon Dieu..." he breathed, shocked.

"What? What is it?" Alfred asked anxiously, his eyes still covered.

"Just...just open your eyes and look," Mathieu replied softly, turning towards Alfred once his eyes were finally forced open.

The little doe watched as Alfred's eyes widened, nearly matching his own in their normal size. His skin tingled as that cerulean gaze traveled over the dusting of tiny, golden-red maple leaves that swirled all over his petite, and arguably feminine body. They twirled down his arms and legs, over his hips and stomache and up his chest to melt into his collar bone. It seemed the only leaf allowed on his face was the tiny one under his right eye but that didn't seem important at the moment. What was important then and there to Mathieu was what exactly they were and why they were there. That was all he needed to know.

Cerulean crashed in lavender with such intensity that Mathieu was left speechless, their eyes locked together. Alfred stood and slowly walked over to him, towering over the slight doe that quaked a bit with fear. He was honestly terrified of how this gorgeous man was going to react.

"You're like autumn. What are you?" Alfred's voice was soft, not at all intimidating like his stance.

Mathieu didn't know to answer so he said what he had been told all through his life and what he had believed up until the park: "I'm a human...right?"

"I'm...honestly not quite sure."

All hope sank from Mathieu's heart, falling into a metaphorical puddle at his feet. He looked down as the full reality of what had happened sank in. With the way his appearance was now, he wouldn't be able to go anywhere without there being questions. Even in this modern day where people were tattooed completely and got fake horn implanted, he still wouldn't be normal. The markings on his body were not stationary either, they moved constantly in mesmerizing patterns that he noticed Alfred couldn't look away from them. That was in no way normal. He would have to be in some wizarding world for it to be even remotely possible in the first place. And the last time he checked, he was on Earth in a normal city where wizards did not mingle with people and make bizarre things such as this happen. But he still didn't want people staring at him so he'd have to cover everything up. Thankfully the school uniform was one with a blazer and long sleeves. That was one simple relief he was allowed, it seemed. He was able to stay in school.

"What am I going to do...?" Mattie asked forlornly, looking up at Alfred with lavender eyes filled with so much sadness and pain that it was breaking the cerulean-eyed man's heart.

He flinched a bit when Alfred pulled him close again, but found comfort in those big hands on his lower back. "I'll help you find a way to hide them, Mathieu... I'll keep you safe."

"Thank you..." He whispered, tears filling his now closed eyes.

Alfred sat on the bed, pulling Mathieu onto his lap where the smaller blonde curled up into his chest. This was the end of his world as he had always known it. Nothing was solid anymore, just wibbly and wobbly, without one single shape. But for some strange reason, he wasn't as scared as he should have been. Perhaps it was because of his disgruntled acceptance of the truth. Mathieu figured, though, that it was most likely the strong arms that belonged to Alfred that wrapped so protectively around him that took his terror away.

He smiled softly as Alfred set a blanket about his shoulders, wrapping him in it to guard him against any biting chill that might make its way into the room. With a gentle sigh at the warmth, Mathieu let his eyes close. He was so tired. So very, very tired. And this warm, familiar body was the perfect pillow.

He could sleep for...a...bit...


Hey! I'm back~ And, yes, I really should be writing the next chapter of Breathe but I had this completely typed up on my phone and had to share it with everyone! I honestly really like this too so I hope all of you did as well. It is just a little plot bunny that I have decided to turn into a full-fledged story that I hope gets more attention than I Am Broken or Breathe because I honestly think I worked harder on this one chapter then either of those two series. XD But I digress~
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~Switzy