A/N: I'll usually be posting around two to three updates for this monthly. Can be seen over at hetalia_contest at livejournal.
Characters: Canada, a little of America and OC:Philippines
Time Period: Post-WW2
Warnings: A little shounen-ai and incest, I guess.
Alfred was drifting away, just like that. Just like that wind when you're standing on the beach during a hot summer day, it sweeps by for a second and disappears, then comes back a bit later just to tempt you to ask for more. You end up getting nothing whether you plead or not; or maybe it's just his luck that's gotten him into this.
It must have been that incident before, Matthew thinks sourly. It was probably that. It was a bad idea. I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have. And he keeps repeating this phrase over and over in his mind, examining it for flaws and imperfections. It ends up broken and shattered in many places; He's been ignored, his brother's always chosen above him, and during World War Two that same brother was always going here and there and across the Pacific—
Yes, the Pacific, the Philippines. Right now, across the long meeting table, Alfred's chatting with the shorter, tan boy. The blond affectionately gives the brunette a hug.
Alfred's hands are larger than Matthew's (as he last remembers them) and they always cover his back. He can remember the emotion in those hugs in their childhood years, and it's always been like that; Alfred teasing him for his bear, his accent, his hair, and all those things ("You were always so childish, and so intrusive; You don't know when to stop meddling in other people's business—"). Matthew ends up crying, ("No, I'm not! I'm not, Mattie, I'm not! I'm a good person—") and Alfred wraps his arms around his little brother in a silent apology.
His hands were warm, always warm.
It is always so cold in Matthew's home now. Bitter cold, even with the fireplace, his father's blanket, or the last family picture standing on the dresser. It seemed even more colder when he had burned that photo into ashes.
Matthew reaches his own gloved hands to his cheeks, stroking the familiar area under his eye as Alfred (last) did.
(Yep, we'll come back soon!
You promise?
Yeah! And you know that bear I gave you? Next time, I'll bring you an eagle!)
And Matthew hugs Kumajirou tighter.
A/N: You know angst is my specialty 8DDD. Leave a review?