Disclaimer: I do not own hetaila XD (if I did things would be a bit different~)
An older teen came walking down a bustling side walk, it was jam packed with people and the sounds of cars speeding down the highway ran through the city. In the distance the sound of rail road cars drifted through the already loud sounds of the city. As the teen drew closer, the sound of the cars grew louder until he came across the tracks. Surprisingly enough the train had yet to sounds he had been hearing were from the warning lights. Then a cry was heard from the other side, surprisingly a little boy had crawled under the railing and sat in the middle of the track. The 24 year old immediately jumped over the lowered flashing train sign and sprinted to the track, ignoring the protests of the people on the opposite side. He got to the middle and quickly tried grabbing the boy up, but found that his foot was stuck in the tracks. The sound of the railroad cars was closer now, and Alfred hurried to slip the boy's foot out of his shoe. He could see the lights of the train approaching and speeding across the bend now. Instantly, Alfred was able to free the boy and throw him to the other side of the track, landing him safely behind the sign. That's when the train hit. It never crossed Alfred's mind that he could feel this much pain, the impact of it was worse than any as if something had shown mercy on him, the pain subsided and he drifted into oblivion. His last thought was wishing, praying that Liz would be all right.
Mathew had been at Gilbert's house when it had happened. Mathew had been making theself-proclaimed Prussian pancakes. They had been throwing around jokeswhen Mathew's cell phone suddenly rung Alfred's usual jingle (Proud to be an American). Mathew had picked it up fully expecting Alfred's usual whining about some problem he had gotten himself into and needing Mathew's help to fix it. Yet this time, when he had picked up, a gruffer voice was on the calling end.
"Hello? Is this Mathew Williams?"The person had asked.
"This is Mathew and if I may ask, why do you have my brother's phone?" Mathew asked trying to control his trembling mind was racing a mile a minute trying to figure out why someone had Alfred's cell.
"What if he had been kidnapped and this was some ransom call?" Mathew's mind screamed at him, but it couldn't be it right?
"Oh Alfred who'd you piss off this time?" He thought for a second.
"Thank goodness!" The voice said on the other end.
"I finally found a family member!" The caller said to some one.
"What's going on?" Mathew asked as the fear seeped into his voice. "Where is my brother?"
"Mr. Williams? Are you still there?" the caller asked "My name is Toris; I'm a doctor at Eden hospital. Your brother was in an accident can you come to the hospital?"
"Yes, yes I can come. What happened? Please tell me!" Mathew begged "I apologize but it would be better if you came here to find out yourself."
Mathew almost passed out and if Gilbert wasn't there to catch him, he would have hit the floor.
"Mathew are you still there? Can you make it?" The doctor asked. "Yes I… I can. I'll be there in a second." Mathew barely whispered.
"Okay . . . but make it quick!"
Then he hung up. Mathew let his arm fall to the floor and fainted"Make it quick… Oh no! NONONO! This can't be happening!" Mathew thought to himself.
All the while the Canadian didn't notice the concerned Prussian.
"Mathew? Mathew are you okay man? Mathew what happened? Aww shit!" This is definitely not awesome!" Gilbert said.
"Alfred." Was all Mathew could get out.
"Mathew what's wrong with your brother? What's going on?" Gilbert asked not spouting his normal "Awesome" crap any more.
"Accident." Mathew said at last.
"Mein Gott! Fuck this isn't good! Do you need a ride?" Gilbert asked slowly slipping in to his native language.
Mathew weakly nodded and Gilbert scooped him up and brought him to his car. The drive to there was fairly short because Gilbert speeded through all of the stop signs and lights, even pissing off a couple cops (and somehow a Hungarian women) along the way, but even that wasn't fast enough for Al. No, Alfred was gone long before Mathew had gotten that call from Toris. When Mathew did get to the hospital,everything was a blur, doctors and patients came rushing past him.A nurse took him to talk to the doctor he had spoken to on the phone.
It seemed their parents could not be contacted at that moment so it was just Mathew (Gilbert was stuck in the lobby because apparently it was for "Family" and no one else). When he walked into the doctor's office, he noticed a couple with a little boy over in the corner of the room. Mathew briefly wondered who they were but then doctor came in and started family slipped from his mind. After he learned what happened he was taken to a waiting area to wait for their parents. Alfred and Matt's parents had divorced years ago, their mom toke him to Canada while Alfred and their dad stayed in America. When their parents finally made it, they both looked horrible and shaken up, it was then that a nurse came in with a was from Alfred, and she had told them that it was given to her by him. Each family member grabbed at the note as if it was a life line, only Mathew questioned where she had gotten the note. Didn't Alfred die on impact like the doctor had told them all? Was the Doctor lying or . . . wait hadn't he'd seen her before?
The nurse in question had a British accent and light choppy, blonde hair that was tied up in pigtails. She also wore glasses that covered two beautiful dark green eyes.
"Hummm… glasses, blonde hair, bright green eyes…. Wait! It couldn't be!" Mathew thought
"Elizabeth?" Mathew asked aloud.
Elizabeth had been the foreign exchange student, from England that Alfred had been dating before he died. She had been in medical school when Alfred served in ROTC for the AIR FORCE. They had met in the university library when Alfred was borrowing a book on Physics. That's all Matt really knew about her because Alfred and Mathew only saw each other when their parents let them the visit now.
"Well wasn't this just a pleasant visit?" Mathew sighed to himself.
The nurse looked up from where she was standing, tears filling her emerald green eyes. Mathew immediately regretted saying anything. Elizabeth, as a nurse,had seen Alfred after he had become road (train) kill. That would not have been a pretty sight for anyone and then feeling the pain of not being able to save must be ripping herself apart.
"If you're wondering how I have this note, it's because he gave them to me if anything happened out in the field, stupid git." She said while her tears grew bigger in her eyes. Mathew nodded and looked at the note his parents handed him. It said:
Dear parents, Mathew, and Elizabeth,
If you're reading this note then it means I won't be coming back from the field and this is my final good bye. To Mom and Dad, I know we had are differences but I want to thank you for always supporting me. Like how I promised Mom I'd try to always be her hero, just know that your hero died doing what he believed was right. Dad, you helped inspire me to join with your love of planes and the American (And Canadian) way you gave to me.
To my Canadian brother! Mathew we never got see each other much (Except at your hockey games, which I would rather not talk about, you are very, very, scary there, so I don't think that counts) but when we were together everything just…I don't know made more sense, In that weird twin way ya know?There were lots of times I just wanted to give up but you were there as my support. I don't know what I would have done without you! Remember that time you were being bullied by that Prussian kid or whatever? (I still can't believe that *Crossed out*) How after wards I promised to protect you from all the kids who would bully you afterward?(Like Francis) It's kind of weird to think about it but I guess now that I'm dead I'll watch over you guys in spirit.(Especially weird since I'm afraid of ghosts ha) So don't ever think you're not protected! Cause a hero's spirit never dies!
To Elizabeth, I love you baby, Always have, ever since I first saw you. You were like a breath of fresh air in everything you did! I loved all of your emotions and even when you scolded me. You know I hated it when you cry so please don't okay? And if you must deliver this which means I'm gone . . . please Elizabeth I beg you please find another person to fall in love with. Please, please Liz forget about me okay? You know the most I ever wanted was to see you smile. Find some nice English guy, have kids, live a life! I don't want to see my loved ones sad. I know how hard it was for you to accept me becoming a fighter pilot, but still, I love you now and forever Elizabeth and I'll never forget our promise. Remember to always look towards the sky cause that's where I'll be.
-Alfred F. Jones
Air Force Training Academy
As Mathew read the last lines of the letter, his vision began to blur. The rest of the night was used to plan the funeral and soon Mathew found himself staring at an old paper proclaiming Alfred a hero, just like he all ways wanted. Alfred was buried in their old Virginia home near the field they had played in; overlooking a small pond they had swam in when the summer became too hot. That day happened to be sunny, the sky reminded us all of how blue Alfred's eyes had been. Everything seemed to be pleasantly happy for the Virginians, as they were unaware of the clouds that seemed to engulf us all. The whole while, even through the service, Elizabeth refused to cry. It wasn't till after every one was gone that she stared remorsefully at his head stone and she broke down. Shefinally came to terms that he wouldn't be there when she got home. His head stone was adorned with a picture of a perfect sky with one lone plane flying through it.
Alfred's grave was directly under that huge open sky, where planes loved to fly through, as it was a main route to take for most commercial or privet airplanes. Carved into the grave stone it said:
The winds will rise and the tall grass bend
To ripple like waves of the sea
And time will take the scars to mend
On the lonely hill of the free.
Then one other that said:
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
between the crosses, row on row,
that mark our place; and in the sky
the larks, still bravely singing, fly
scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
the torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
-Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
One was part of a world war two poem and the other was written for the Cambridge cemetery in England. Cambridge had quite a few American troops buried there, as most graves are from World War 2. Under both poems was something from Alfred himself, a line he liked to say quite often (Well after most of the "I'm a HERO business" was done. Or during that rare time he was serious):
-Look to the sky, I am there.
Elizabeth broke down on Al's head stone that day, A little while later she disappeared. As Mathew was about to leave he said goodbye to his childhood home, the big field, and the sparking lake knowing he would never return here. From that day on Mathew always looked up to the sky somehow trying to find his brother in it, sadly he never did.
