I was running as swiftly as my feet could carry me, hoping that I would be able to outrun the sadness threatening to crush down on me. I collapsed in the middle of a small clearing, breathing hard, my heartbeat throbbing word through my mind:

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

I know it wouldn't be his fault. I'm just lucky he survived. But the gut wrenching pain that I felt when he turned his vibrant blue eyes, foggy from being asleep for seven weeks, on me with confusion, was almost too much to handle. Those hands reaching toward Arthur.

"Angleterre..."

Those hands that held mine so tenderly, those eye, gazing at me brimming with love. How he curved around me when we made love. The smile froze on my face, masking the pain that shot through me. Alfred tried to reassure me in his own way.

"Ah, don't feel too bad, bro. He might never recover his memories, and you can focus on someone else"

But although my brother's unconventional assistance did more harm than good, I was touched by his concern. I glanced back over to Francois. I don't know why I did it, but why did the God above force me to witness the man I loved crying in the arms of another? An ex for that matter?

I cast my eyes downward, the sinking feeling in my gut growing. Francois must be stuck in the past. where he and Arthur were still friends and lovers. I swallowed hard. This pain was growing to being unbearable. Forcing back tears and trying to keep a steady pace, I left. Once I left that bleak, depressing place, I ran.

I ran away from the heartbreak, already thrusting it's dagger into my chest. I ran away from the memories, flashing across my vision. I ran away from the love that no longer shined for me. I ran away from him. He who had been my protector and savior. He who had remembered me above all else. He who made me feel as though I could make the world know me, when I saw the smile he reserved solely for me.

As I reached the clearing, one question pounded in my head

Why was it him? The one person that remembered me as I am.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and I let the tears flow, my emotions raw and unstable. A shuddering scream erupted from my chest, and I wrapped my arms around myself. I heard crunching behind me, and a masculine voice, not the one I prayed for, but one I wanted to hear nonetheless said tentatively

"Matthew?"

I picked my head up and gazed brokenly at Feliciano. My body was shuddering both from my sobs dying down, and the sharp October weather. He came over and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, squeezing gently.

"Mio amico, I know it hurts, but amnesia isn't forever."

I couldn't say anything to him, I just leaned into him, and tried to regain control over myself. Feliciano was willing to just sit with me, and let me gather myself before gently guiding me to my feet and head to back to civilization.

So, I'm wondering if this should be a chaptered fic. Your thoughts?