As the sun shined on New York city, a teenage American was walking around, looking for his younger twin brother. 'Iggy and Papa Francis are gonna be so pissed if I lost Mattie again!' the boy thought, pulling on his blond hair in frustration. Then he saw his younger brother, walking out of a toy store with a large polar bear in his arms. "MATTHEW WILLIAMS!" the teen yelled, his face getting red with anger.

The younger brother, Matthew, looked over and smiled a small, soft smile at his older twin. "Hi, Alfie!" he said, his voice quiet but his violet eyes shooting out happiness.

The American glared and looked down at the other. "You can't go running off like that, Matthew! What if I couldn't find you? What if someone kidnapped you?" he exclaimed, flailing his arms.

"Alfred… I-I told you I was going to the toy store…" Matthew whispered, hanging his head. He didn't want to worry his brother but it was impossible when he can't hear him! Tears started to form in his eyes and he choked on his breathe, holding the polar bear stuffed toy closer to his chest.

Alfred looked and sighed. "Come on, Mattie… Don't cry. I'm sorry I yelled." He bent down and hugged Matthew tightly, rubbing his back gently. "How about we go home and I'll make you some pancakes, okay?"

Matthew looked up and smiled brightly. "Okay!"

Alfred sat up in his bed quickly, his face redder than a tomato. He looked around and he was in his room, on his bed, next to his lover, like he usually was. But that dream… Or should he say memory. It was from his childhood with his brother, Matthew. Life has sure changed a lot from back then… Alfred thought, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

His lover was snug in the blankets as he rolled over, his back facing Alfred. Alfred sighed and silently got out of bed and to the living room to call his brother.

Riiiiiiiiiing!

Riiiiiiiiiiing!

Riiiiiii-

"Hello?" Matthew answered quietly, sounding somewhat confused by the call.

"Hey Mattie! It's Alfred! I had a dream about you last night! Well, it was a memory from when we were younger!" Alfred said, smiling happily. He couldn't even remember the last time he had spoken to Matthew.

Matthew sighed into the phone. "Look, I can't talk about your dreams right now, Alfred. Ivan is going to wake up any minute and I have to get his breakfast ready. I'll try to- He's awake! Bye Alfie!" Matthew hung up the phone.

Alfred listened to the other line beep a couple of times before hanging up on his side. His heart started to ache when he knew Matthew was afraid of Ivan. And he should be… Ivan is a terrible man…

While deep in thought, Alfred's lover, Gilbert, walked up from behind Alfred and right passed him. "Morning, Alfred," Gilbert said, yawning and waving to the blond.

Alfred looked up from his phone and walked after Gilbert, hugging him from behind and kissing his cheek. "Good morning, honey!" he replied, smiling brightly at his lover.

Gilbert, on the other hand, did not have the same expression on his face. He wore a tire, frown on his face as he poured some coffee. "Get off of me," he said angrily. When Alfred let go, he started to walk back to the room they shared and said, "Alfred, I need to talk to you about something."

Alfred followed him, worried about what Gilbert was going to say. "What is it?" he asked, leaning against the doorjamb.

Gilbert sat down on one of the side chairs and looked at the American. "We need to break up. We don't love each other anymore and you know it. We are just using each other for sex… At least that is what I am doing to you," he explained, acting calm as if it was nothing.

He was speechless. Tears formed in his eyes but he blinked them away. "F-Fine." Alfred cleared his throat and looked to Gilbert. "Then get out of my house by noon," he said, walking out of the room and back to the kitchen.

"Ludwig and I already took my stuff to his place. I will be living with him now." The albino only had a small bag in hand with him as he stepped towards the front door. He stopped and looked back at Alfred. "I'm sorry about all of this Al."

"Get out," was the only thing Alfred could say.

"But-"

"GET OUT!" he screamed, throwing a plate at his head. Gilbert ducked and ran out. Alfred stood there for a second before falling to his knees and starting to cry.

A/N: Hello guys!~ This is my first story and I hope you like it! I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers or the characters in this story. Please, no flames. I will just use them to roast marshmallows with my two sisters~