(A/N)New story all! I enjoy this one much more than the other and I already have a second chapter waiting to be edited. Enjoy lovlies and please review!

Thank you Little Miss Hetalia, my beta!

Luna Magic

Present:

The door down the hallway slammed open and footsteps could be heard walking towards the living room quickly. Arthur looked towards the person that had come in; surely it must be a member of their group as no one else knew they lived out here besides Sadiq but that was a different story.

Arthur's emerald eyes came to meet violet. He smiled towards Matthew; however it faded almost instantly seeing the look of dread on his friend's face. Arthur immediately put down his embroidery and stood up.

"What's wrong, Matthew? You seem unsettled." Arthur walked over to Matthew slowly. Curiosity and concern was easily seen on Arthur's face.

Matthew was breathing quite heavily having run all the way out here. He choked out, "A-Arthur…It's Alfred…H-He…It's happening to him."

Arthur's face fell. Oh dear, Alfred too? Why? It is so incredibly uncommon. Why was it happening to him too? It didn't make sense; it was only the middle of the day. It never happens now. Only at night, what could have triggered it? There are so many factors that are not adding up.

Arthur looked to Matthew not realizing he had looked away while he was thinking.

"Put a note on the door to let the others know what is happening and that we will return shortly should they come here. I will get my car ready. You know what we have to do."

Matthew nodded softly, his stray curl bouncing as he did, and went to write the note.

Arthur grabbed his wallet and keys then headed for the garage to get the car ready. He opened the door leading out and closed it softly behind him. He walked over to his black Aston Martin DB5* that sat next to his blue, white, and red BSA Lightning 650**. He got in quickly and pulled out of the garage and into the driveway to wait for Matthew.

Arthur saw him coming out of the front door and stick the note on it and then walking swiftly down the steps to the car.

Now all they had to do was help Alfred through it.

The only thing that was tugging at his mind was a small, simple word that held a lot of mystery.

'Why?'

Five Days Earlier

"Aww c'mon Mattie; just tell me where you go every week. We had plans to go see The Avengers movie last night and you bailed." Alfred whined to his older brother as they walked down the hallway of their school.

It seemed that Alfred was the older one because he was taller, more muscular, captain of the baseball team, and very outspoken; however Matthew was indeed the elder of the two.

Matthew sighed and put his head in his free hand. "I told you, I had last minute plans with my friends I forgot about." The Canadian spoke softly then adjusted the books in his hand.

Matthew and Alfred were indeed brothers but Matthew was born in Canada while Alfred was born in the United States. While their mother was being transported back home, she started to have contractions and they didn't make it over the border before he was born. It wasn't until two days later she was cleared and made it over the border to the United States; then it was another day until she had Alfred.

Their mother soon got divorced from their father and moved to Canada taking Matthew with her. Alfred had stayed in the states with their father. Ten years later their mother moved back to the states and gained full custody of Alfred; the two were able to get to know each other since they were separated from each other at birth.

Alfred regained Matthew's strayed attention by shoving him lightly. "Seriously bro, recently you always cancel on me every week. Are your new friends so much more important to you than I am?"

Matthew knew he couldn't tell Alfred what he was really doing every quarter phase of the moon; that just made it even harder. "How about we go see the movie tomorrow then?"

Alfred rolled his eyes. "You didn't answer my question Mattie. Are your new friends more important than your own brother?" Alfred looked to Matthew with a fierce stare.

Arthur, Feliciano, and Lovino stood by the wall made of windows at the end of the hallway, noticing the small commotion the two brothers were causing. Arthur called out, "Matthew, come over here. We need to talk about this weekend."

Matthew looked over to them and back to Alfred. "Sorry Al, I have to go. See you in third period." He told his brother before walking over to the other three, holding his books tight against his chest.

He approached Arthur and smiled to him lightly, "T-Thanks for helping me out of that."

Arthur sighed. "I could hear the distress in your voice. It was nothing but your brother doesn't seem to like it that much." Arthur spoke as he looked over to Alfred who wore a scowl upon his face.

Alfred shook his head at the group and turned around to head to his first period.

Matthew whimpered softly and clutched the books even tighter against his chest. He felt bad about not being able to tell Alfred the truth but he couldn't. It was an unspoken promise throughout the group that no one was to know about them besides others like them and their partners.

Arthur turned to the others, "Lovino, Feliciano, and Matthew, remember to meet at the group house in the woods this weekend by 10 pm." All of them nodded and the warning bell for first period rang. They all split up and went to the specified classes.

Arthur had English, Feliciano had Foods, and Lovino had Math. Matthew made his way to his History class on the third floor of the school.

He climbed the stairs slowly, often getting bumped and pushed by other students because apparently if you only had five friends the rest of the school saw you as invisible. He was about to enter his class room when he bumped into someone and let out a squeak as he fell to the ground with a hard thump.

Who had he bumped into?

He sat up and rubbed his now sore back then muttered a quiet, "I'm so sorry." He started to pick up his books off the ground; he didn't even bother to look up at the person. Even if he was curious as to who he bumped into, he was too embarrassed.

"Kesesese, it's okay! Hardly anyone can resist mein awesomeness!" exclaimed the person he had run into.

Matthew looked up to see two ruby red eyes framed by glistening silver hair. "O-Oh…Um…" Matthew didn't know what to do now. He hated awkward situations.

"My name is Gilbert! Gilbert Beilschmidt! Who has the awesome pleasure of meeting me?" he spoke with a thick German accent.

"I-I'm M-Matthew. Matthew W-Williams. You're German, eh?" His Canadian accent showed itself and Matthew's cheeks flared. He almost never had his accent show! Why did it just come out now?

"Awesome, and ja! I am Prussian!" Gilbert spoke with pride and stood a little taller. "That is also an awesome accent. Canadian?"

"Y-Yeah… I-It is." Matthew stuttered over his words and shifted from foot to foot. He held back on telling Gilbert that Prussia wasn't a nation anymore, he decided to move to another subject. "D-Do you have History first?" Matthew looked to his classroom across the hallway getting nervous about being late.

"Ja! I have it with," Gilbert paused to look at his paper, "Mr. Vargas!"

Matthew pushed him towards the door gently, "That is the class I have. We should go before we are late." He walked past Gilbert, going into the room.

Gilbert followed after the Canadian, slightly intrigued. He smiled to himself and walked into the classroom in a good mood. Had that Matthew guy brightened his day just by talking to him? It felt like that.

At the end of first period Matthew closed his book softly. He was glad he was finished taking notes on the chapter they were learning. It was about the Prusso-Austrian War of 1866, how ironic. He felt something flutter on his head and he tried to look up but it did no good.

He saw Gilbert approaching him out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look at him as Gilbert spoke to him. "Kesesese, seems my bird likes you! He never goes to sit on others' heads! You must be special!"

Matthew felt his cheek flare again as he said, "Oh t-t-thanks…" There was his accent again! Why was it showing up all of a sudden?

Gilbert grinned, "I am going to call you Birdie because Gilbird likes you so much!" He announced to Matthew happily.

Matthew smiled slightly, amused at the albino's antics. "What class do you have next?" Matthew asked Gilbert, curious to see if it was the same as him.

"I have Art next with Mrs. Kildred." Gilbert told the smaller boy before him, his grin widening.

Matthew felt his heart race. "I-I have her too. If you w-want w-we could w-walk there t-together. If y-you want t-to." Matthew stuttered again and his accent showed in his words once more.

"Okay Birdie!" Gilbert announced loudly for no reason. Matthew kind of liked it. It wasn't like his brother who was always loud and obnoxious, it was kind of sweet the way Gilbert sounded.

The rest of the time they saw each other they always talked, laughed, and shared stories. It turns out Gilbert and his brother Ludwig moved here just a week ago and now they were starting school here.

Matthew had Gilbert in his first two classes and lunch together. Matthew was happy he finally made a friend that wasn't his brother or his small group of other friends who were…different. He was normal and Matthew really enjoyed his company.

They even talked about how he was able to have his bird in school. Turns out he got legal papers that said he had it for medical reasons. He had it for some emotional improvement. Of course it wasn't true but he at least got to carry around his feathered little friend.

Matthew told him how he had a polar bear at home. He had it because he went through a major depression when they moved from Canada and he was able to keep the little bear but he didn't tell Gilbert it was /actually/ because of medical reasons. He didn't want his only new friend to think he was insane.

Besides third period feeling like he was going to fall apart under his brother's hard glare throughout the class, he had a good day.

Matthew went home after school feeling very happy.

* Aston Martin DB5 is a British car. The car James Bond drove, just imagine that. If you don't know then look it up ^.^

** BSA Lightning 650 is a British motorcycle, if you want to know what it is look it up.

Review to tell me if you like this! It will help me get off my lazy arse and edit and get my beta to help!

Next chapter is MUCH longer than this one. Longest one I've written yet! ^J^