Should he have done what he did? Everyone was probably worrying where Matthew was . . . but then again, maybe they hadn't noticed he was gone. Poor, poor Matthew, don't you realize you're not as invisible as you think you are to be?
Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and so on. Through all that time, not once had Alfred stopped looking for his brother. To the date, it had been exactly 6 months—half a year—when Matthew vanished from his life. When Francis and Arthur heard Matthew was gone, they broke down, putting aside their differences, and ordering/forcing people to find their innocent son. At one point Francis was so frustrated with the incompetent policemen, he had to be restrained by Arthur and Alfred to keep him from lashing out at the policemen violently. But what was to be expected? Francis was worried for his son, his sweet, shy, innocent Matthew.
Alfred sighed sadly, walked into the large building, dripping wet, and lugging his rather heavy backpack around. Ever since Matthew vanished it never seemed to stop raining. There seemed to be only a few days when it didn't rain, and on those days it snowed.
One elevator ride and a short walk later and the tall blonde made it to his home. Francis was gone, probably to nag the police more about finding Matthew, and Arthur was sitting at the little table in the kitchen, doing bills with a stressed look on his face.
"Hey Dad," Alfred said flatly, walking passed his father and started digging through the fridge. "Any news from the police or Papa Francy-Pants?" Asked Alfred, who once again was attempting to be humorous, just as he did every day.
Arthur sighed and shook his head, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. "No, they haven't said anything at all today, just like for the past months."
Alfred stayed silent, shutting the fridge once he saw there was nothing to eat inside it. ". . . They'll say something soon, right?"
Now it was Arthur's turn to stay silent. Seeing as he wouldn't get an answer from Arthur, he headed towards his room, his only sanctuary now. Alfred couldn't explain it, but whenever he was in his room, it felt like Matthew never left, like he was reading a book on his own bed, or looking up hockey games on his laptop.
"That's what I'll do," Alfred whispered to himself, resting the backpack on his bed. "When Mattie gets back, I'll take him to a Hockey game, a real one in Canada! Right Kumajiro?"
Said white bear was currently being pulled out of Alfred's unusually clean backpack. Now that he thought about it, ever since Matthew disappeared, Alfred has been keeping everything clean and neat, and his temper would go off so easily when playing xbox live. Every time after he ate food that requires using his hands, he would wash his hands for nearly five minutes. Nearly every time the internet was lagging, making his game slow down, he would yell and curse at the device.
Now, back to the bear, Alfred held it delicately in his arms while he just sat on his bed, deciding to take a shower later. The young American also had a habit of carrying the bear around everywhere he went, just as his twin did.
"Mattie," Alfred whispered, his voice cracking. Tears threatened to spill over. "I'm sorry, please come back. Everyone misses you, even me, the hero! Heh, some kind of hero I am. The hero is supposed to save the day, keep the civilians happy and safe, but . . . I guess I'm not cut out to be a hero if I can't even save my brother . . ."
The smile he tried to keep on his face just slipped away from existence all together, tears fell down his face freely, and not once did Alfred care that Arthur had listened to the entire thing, that he was now probably going to call Francis instead of comforting his son. Alfred was now broken and there was nothing he could do about it.
The broken boy knew his words could not be heard by his twin. But if Matthew . . . felt them?
Matthew looked up at the sky with furrowed brows and a frown. Out of nowhere, his heart felt just a little heavier than usual. Shrugging it off, Matthew turned back to the scene before him. Matthew was currently at a park on the opposite side of the US of A. He somehow landed up in Mormon territory, A.K.A. Utah, a few months ago, maybe three months. As of now, Matthew was Mathieu Weendigo, living in an apartment, attending a high school where people actually see him, and a part-time janitor at the local Jr. High. It was nice, a little lonely, but nice.
"Hey Matt!" To the left of Matthew were a tall girl with vibrant purple hair and glasses and a taller boy with messy brown hair and a kind smile. They were two of Matthew's friends who had instantly seen him. They were Morgan and James, two weird but very nice people who were only in their junior year.
Matthew waved to them with a smile. "Hey Morgan, James." Matthew spoke softly but louder than he did when he was with his family.
"My mom is taking everyone to the library, you in?" Morgan asked with a smile.
Just as he was about to answer, something stopped him.
CRACK!
Matthew gasped silently and placed his hand over his heart, the pain coming from it was unbearable. Morgan and James didn't seem to notice this, they probably didn't even hear the dreaded cracking noise.
"U-Um, n-not to-today guys, m-maybe next time." Matthew managed to say through grit teeth.
Shrugging, the two teenagers walked away from Matthew and towards a small green car. As much as Matthew loved his new friends, they were kind of dense, kind of like . . .
Matthew shook his head violently, finally straightening his posture. "This is my new life and I like it." His body began to shake and tears slightly stung his eyes. "My friends, they listen to me, they take the time to notice I'm there, but . . . it just isn't . . . home."
Hey, it's me, Gabby. Well, this is the second chapter of Paper Planes, sorry if it's not as good as the first chapter ^^' Anyway, I got the OCD and anger problems from a real life situation actually. My brother has those two things ever since his friend . . . passed away last year (Crap, the anniversary is tomorrow!) The girl and the boy randomly showing up are based on two of my friends. I felt that Canada needed some sort of friends but I couldn't decide which Hetalia character should be there, so i just threw those two in. They probably won't show up again :/ So, really hope you like this!
