A/N: Well here it is, chapter two! Honestly I'm nervous as hell posting this for you guys; I don't want to let you down. –cue worrywartness.- Well, just a small warning that I might have over used the F-word in here, my writing style is to write whatever comes to mind… And I don't really edit it. XD Anyways, please enjoy!

Also, a thank you to all the people who favorited/reviewed/story alerted this. You honestly all surprised me. Thank you so much, you made me happy beyond what a person should be happy about. XD Also, thank you for the support! UGH I GOTTA STOP RANTING. Enjoy.

Yes a random long chapter. I don't know why it's so long. XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and I never will and I could never come up with something so amazing. ;w;

His eyes widened as his arm, as if without his control, wrote the last line. He was… in love with the bloody wanker? Tha… That couldn't possibly be true! Alfred was his little brother, his former colony! Loving him was just wrong… incestuous you might even say! Then words all too familiar echoed in his ears, "I'm not your little brother anymore." As much as the truth was painful, he grabbed his heart as an overwhelming feeling over took him and his body collapsed to the floor.

Other hand grabbing his forehead, he tried to rid himself of the pain that filled his being. He wasn't physically hurt, so what had done so? What had hurt him so badly, he was on the floor crying like a freaking baby? Is this was longing for someone felt like? Like your soul was being torn apart? Like Nothing, Nothing at all could be done to help you, because no one could simply understand? If this is what love was, he didn't want it. That bloody frog could keep his l'amoure. It was too much pain to be worth anything.

His body decided to react in the one way that it could think of, and the scream that erupted from his lungs certainly did not sound feminine and shrill. It didn't chill your bones and sound like someone was suffering a thousand deaths. It didn't make him feel like a child, screaming and begging for his mother when he was lost and scared. A single word echoed from his mouth, tumbling out clumsily on his tongue. "Loneliness…"

Forcing his body to sit up, Arthur stumbled over to his desk again. He needed to write down these words, before they choked him. They were building inside him, he needed some outlet, and fast, for he knew others probably heard his embarrassing scream and melt-down, which means someone would burst through that door at any moment. His hand shook uncontrollably as his mind spat out words and he wrote them down;

"Is there any-Word-

That could possibly-

Sum up this Mess-

I don't feel-

Whole-

I don't feel-

Empty-

What is it-

That makes me feel-

In such-

An indescribable way-

Sunlight on one's Being-Yet-

There's no sun-

No matter how much-

It may be in my desires-

Nothing is there-

To fill that void-

Of when-

You'll never be there-

All I can do-

Is to fake a smile-

Not let you see-

You can never witness-

What you do to me-

Just live your life-I think it'll be-

Enough for my soul-

To carry on-even thought you'll never know how much-

I truly love you."

"Love." There was that word again, as he breathed it aloud. The word felt foreign on his lips, love was not a word used commonly in his everyday dictation. Alfred… had really stolen his heart… huh? He didn't even realise that tears were still sliding down his cheeks until the words on the page in front of him began to blur. "Comatose…" Another word he mouthed aloud. Is that how he felt without Alfred? In a comatose state of being? He would guess so.

He shivered as he realised how worn down he had made his body. His hand cramped from writing so furiously; his eyes from the tears that continued to find their way down his cheeks; and his heart from the pain and suffering he was going through. His head hurt from the breakdowns and he could do nothing as his body yet again fell to the floor. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to a miserable sleeping state.

His eyes flickered open as sunlight trickled in from the blinds of his windows. He slowly sat up, trying to recall just what had happened exactly. The softness of sheets and blankets surprised him, had he not fallen asleep on the floor? Groggily, he stood up from his mattress, walking over to his desk, where he had left the poems of his emotions. Both were still there, however they were accompanied by a note. It wasn't written by someone Arthur knew well, since it didn't trigger a certain name in his mind.

"Hey Arthur,

I know we only hang when drunk and shit, since I'm probably too awesome for you to handle regularly, but man… You were a mess when I found you… And from these poems-that is what they are right- I can decipher that it's Alfred that's the problem with you. Come talk to the awesome me right after you wake up. It's an order.

Sincerely,

Gilbert the King of Awesomeness"

Prussia? That is who Gilbert was, right? Arthur couldn't care less at the moment. It was more the fact that someone was paying attention to his pain and wanting to hear about it. He knew from mere eyesight that Prussia himself was dealing with problems of his emotions and love and whatever this jumble was. It couldn't hurt to go see the poor ex-nation.

He looked into the mirror, seeing for the first time what this emotion train-ride was actually doing to him. He snickered to himself when he realised that Gilbert was right, he looked like bloody hell. His naturally messy blonde hair was literally going in all directions, sticking out in random spots. His normally fiery emerald eyes were dull, without the life that normally fueled them. Examining of his cheeks revealed tear stains, showing that he really had sobbed. "Wow… I didn't know that I would ever get this worked over something…" Or someone. The last part was remained unspoken, but from his tone, it was obvious.

Attempting to mane his messy mop of hair, Arthur sighed and decided to the hell with it and to make a cup of tea before heading over to Gilbert. At least he'd have a calming cup of Earl Gray Tea before going to cover to the albino that he didn't like Alfred in any way of that matter.

He quickly sipped his tea, though making sure to take time to relish it properly, and then grabbed his jacket and head out his door. What room was he in again? 203 or 205? Bloody hell, there's too many doors in this bloody hotel. That's when he noticed a sign on one of the doors, saying, "LAIR OF AWESOMENESS. THOSE WHO ARE NOT AWESOME MAY NOT ENTER." Only two people would write something like that, and the one he wasn't looking for would have written something about 'being the hero' or something idiotic like that. He raised his knuckle to the door, knocking gently three times.

The door quickly flung open in his face, revealing a rather pissed looking Prussian shouting "I TOLD YOU RODDY IT WASN'T ME WHO TOLD LIZZY TO HOOK YOU UP WITH SWI-Oh… Hello England." The white-haired albino blinked at the presence of the Englishman, rubbing the back of his head.

"What are you such a git that you forgot you told me to come over?" Arthur quickly snapped, not in the mood for anything not serious.

Gilbert shook his head no, "I just thought you wouldn't come, because I'm not a nation or anything, ya know… Well, look at me I'm being rude, come on in I got some cold beer in the fridge 'cause I'm that awesome." Without waiting for a response, the Prussian turned around and walked back inside his room. It was almost exactly the same as Arthur's, which explained why he knew where Arthur's bed was. "I'd rather not have anything to drink just yet, I need a clear mind." Not that you could call his jumbled mess of a mind 'clear'.

He shook head whilst scolding, Arthur followed the Prussian inside the room. He took a look around before deciding the couch on the far side would be the best place to sit. Sitting himself down, he looked at Prussia who was seated on the bed, before he started to pick out the words he would use to explain how he was not in love with Alfred. Until the man spoke that is.

"Ya know… I do know how you feel." After receiving a startled look from the British man he followed up with. "Yeah I know un-awesome huh? Even the fucking amazing me can be hurt. Though," With this he gave Arthur an exasperated look. "Unlike you and your lover boy, I don't hide it." Wait. Who did Gilbert like?

"What? Wait, he's not my lover boy!"

"Yeah whatever, but anyways, back to the awesome me. Yes," Gilbert gave a dramatic look of sorrow, "I, the amazing, the shit, the awesome me, am fucking in love with Mattie!!" The man stood up punching the air in a dramatic way. Diva?

"Who?" Mattie? Some chick? Who was that?

"…"

"What?"

"You're fucking kidding me. You fucking raised this awesome kid, and you don't even remember his name?"

"… I only remember America, Jamaica, et cetera."

"… It's Canada you fucking idiot. Matthew Williams. America's little brother."

"… Oh yeah. I… I guess I forgot about him."

"Yeah, no surprise there." The albino commented sarcastically, turning away. "But anyways yes, I am in love with Matthew. You're in love with Alfred, we need to help one another. I don't think I'll have too much trouble, because I mean come on it's the awesome me. You, on other hand, my… friend, you need help to stop being so in so much gott damn denial!"

The finger pointed in Arthur's face towards the end of Prussia's short rant/speech was rather unexpected. The British man blinked in surprise before pushing the finger out of his personal space. "I'm not in denial because… Because…," His voice began to crack and the last part he could barely whisper out, "I'm not in love…" Even to his own ears he knew this was completely false. He was in love just like a little school girl and her crush.

"Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that." Gilbert was obviously not convinced by England's horrible attempt at denying it.

Arthur didn't have to be told twice, he knew he was caught and never getting out of this. Gilbert knew… Gilbert knew… Dammit, why can't he admit it to himself in his mind?! "So… why am I here?" He asked, remembering that Gilbert was supposed to be giving him more advice.

"Simple. I'm giving you advice!" Whack. England had smacked his face with his hand.

"I could kinda understand that… But… what should I do?"

"Again, simple! First step to everything, admit you have a problem!" With this line Arthur threw pillow at the Prussian's face, clearly getting drained by his stupid responses.

"Ok, ok chill, stop pmsing~!" Another pillow thrown. "Fine, well… I basically know what's going on due to those awesome poems you wrote. I think you should confess!"

… Confess? To Alfred? Was Gilbert serious?! "Ho… How does one go about… Con.. Confessing?" England struggled with his words.

"Hm.. Since you aren't good at cooking or as awesome as me, you can't simply say it," The man stated sitting back down on the bed across from Arthur. "… So you should write a letter confessing! That's so you! You're good with words! Though you're not as awesome as me!"

A love letter? Now if this wasn't making him like a fucking little school girl, he didn't know what would. Although… it was rather romantic. His cheeks flushed at the simple thought of writing the love letter let alone giving it to America.

"You agree with me I see," Gilbert announced whilst grinning, "Then again, who wouldn't?"

"… You know Gilbert, you may be way to fucking obsessed with yourself that's not healthy for a normal human being," Gilbert flinched from Arthur's words, until he saw a warm smile spread onto the man's face. "But you're not really that bad. Best of luck with Matthew. Treat him well; else Francis, Alfred and I might not be treating you so warmly." With that the English gentleman stood up, waved good-bye, and walked out the door.

What he didn't see was Gilbert looking after him, a look of misery on his face. He knew Mattie wouldn't accept his love. It was all in his head. An act. How else would Arthur listen?

Arthur continued down the hall, reaching his room, opening the door, taking off his jacket, stripping his top down to nothing, and laid back on his bed. Now what? Well... He could always start that letter. His only problem was that he didn't know how to start it. So instead, he looked at his ceiling and sighed, closing his eyes, hoping for an idea to come to mind or to drift off and take a nap.

A/N: Man, now that Gibert's scene is done with, I'm gonna be a bit upset writing. XD –shot- He's just so much fun to write! I mean seriously! He's too awesome to not be so much fun to write! –bricked-

Gilbert=One of my closest friends who knows about my love for the other friend that we have in common. She/he seriously is a major help. I love you Ace! Thanks so much!

Uhm, for the next update, it might not be for a week or so. It depends on when I get time to write. School is getting really stressful and I have tennis and a Play. [Rant] Plus the fact that I'm going to the doctors on Monday for these weird headache kind of things in the back of my head and that I'm losing memory slowly. I was asked to remember a childhood memory and I just couldn't. Now this might not seem troubling, but if you asked me a year or so ago I would have been able to list of a ton. I normally have a good memory. I also forgot who I was for a minute one day. It was really scary. So yeah, update might be slow. ^^;;

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