How Did it Come to This?

by HiddenByFaeries

Something went wrong during the War. Francis and Arthur separated Alfred and Matthew from each other.

I don't own Hetalia! Also, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I found my notebook, but I'm going over what had written down.

'How did it come to this?' ran through Arthurs head, repeating over and over. He clutched at Alfred, trying so hard to comfort the younger country. Alfred kept crying for out for Matthew, tears spilling out of his sky

blue eyes. "I'm so sorry, Alfred." Arthur whispered into his soft blond hair. "Mattie! Mattie! MATTIE!" the young country screamed, tears soaking into the older country's clothing. "Why? Why isn't Mattie coming back?"

Alfred asked Arthur, sky blue eyes looking up for comfort. Arthur sighed, hugging Alfred closer. "I don't know why Alfred." He finally answered, green eyes closing shut, trying to stop his tears from spilling down his

cheeks. He was losing, hot tears streamed down his face. Trying to stifle his sobs, Arthur buried his face into Alfred's hair. "How did it come to this?"

'How did it come to this?' Francis thought to himself, cradling a sleeping Matthew. His mon petite had cried himself into exhaustion, trying to get to his brother. He had been trying to get back to Alfred, crying out in his

soft voice for his brother. A tear fell down Matthew's cheek, and then it soaked into Francis' coat. The Frenchman nuzzled his face in to his mon petite's soft wavy honey blond hair. "Dammit." He rasped, hitting his

head against the ruined stone house he sat behind. "How did it come to this?" he asked himself, finally allowing himself to cry.