A/N: IronHeart here. Fun fact, most people attribute the storming of the beaches of Normandy to American and British troops. In realty Canadian troops were also present but their accomplishments with that of the British. I don't own Hetalia. Reviews are appreciated and all flames will be used to toast marshmallows.
Matthew P.O.V
The beaches of Normandy used to be so pretty. Now they are a wasteland the sand soaked with the blood of the fallen and littered with shrapnel. I seemed to be the only living thing out here. No birds flew overhead and the only sound was that of the waves crashing on the beach. I should have been happy. We had won and now Papa France and his people are free. But I can'tbe. I lost so many of my people. Not just in this battle but in this whole bloody war. If the shear number of deaths want enough half way trough see my Papa for the first time in time in four years we were told my brother had not reported in. I continued down the beach trying not to look to long at the faces of the dead at my feat. I don't know if I want to find Alfred or not. Most people think that we nations can't die but that isn't true. We just live longer and wound that would kill and human would kill us maybe just slower. This is why I'm so worried. It would be just like my idiot brother to play hero and get himself shot. For a second I was angry but that all changed to fear when I recognized the ridiculous cowlick on one of the people lying a few feet away on the beach. "Alfred" I yelled as I run towards him avoiding shrapnel and the fallen who surround me. Thankfully he stirred as I approached him albeit weakly. "Mattie?" he mumbled as I gently turned him on to his back in the sand. "Mattie is that you?" "Yes" I replied as started to look him over. "You idiot, you got yourself shot!" I exclaimed as I noticed the hole blown in his stomach. I started to regret coming down here alone. "Its not that bad" Alfred mumbled "Plus…" " If you try to tell me you're the hero Alfred I will leave you here." I interrupted him as I lifted him up gently and started to run to were I had left the trunk. I don't know how long he has been out here but I know that I had to get him some help. " You know you wouldn't do that bro". His voice was getting weaker and his words more slurred. I needed to get him somewhere soon.
Alfred P.O.V
The last thing I remembered on the beach was being carried by Mattie towards the road. The next thing I knew there was a bright light. "Am I dead?" I asked to no one. "No asshole, I managed to get your butt to help in time." The room came into focus I was in a hospital; Matthew was sitting in a chair beside my bed. "Why would you scare us like that?" he asked me almost in tears. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry." I said as I leaned over and hugged him ignoring the pain in my stomach. " I thought you were dead. What would I have done if you were dead Alfred?" "You can't kill a hero, Bro." I said as I straitened up with a smile in my face, trying to ignore the fact that Mattie was full out crying now. Matthew wiped his eyes on his sleeves as the door opened. "Glad that you've decided to join use in the land of the living lad." Said Arthur as he helped Francis through the door. "Dad, Papa you're ok!" I exclaimed. "You're one to talk." "Lets rest up," said Papa as he settled in to a chair beside Mattie. "We have some German butt to kick."