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"I won," Alfred whispered to himself. His dark eyes were focused on the blue fabric of his torn uniform coat. The teenager's shoulders were slumped slightly with the weight of his new knowledge. This world had turned out to be a very twisted place in the end. Had Britain been protecting him from this while he was younger? The nation's fingers paused, a shining needle rested in his grasp. The impulse to repair his torn jacket had been too great for him.

"How can they celebrate like this? There are so many dead and so much damage has been done," he mused to the empty air around him. Maybe in a few days he would feel the joy that his people felt. The joy that their new freedom gave them. However, he could not celebrate yet, he had lost his father figure and most likely his brother. He had hurt both of them so much with this.

Alfred could not help but wonder what the other two were doing right now. Was Arthur still in his brother's land? Were they hurt from the battles? He knew that Matthew had been shot in the shoulder during the battle in Qubec. Taking a deep breath, he laid the fabric and needle on the ground by his chair. His trembling hands buried themselves in his blond hair. He had shot his own brother. Why did he do it? Matthew did not shoot him back his brother just could not manage to hurt him for some reason. So why had he been able to injure him without a second thought?

Sighing Alfred stood, he had to move, had to do something. All of these thoughts were driving him crazy. He had to think of something else, something happy. However, what was happy now? The freedom was a good thing was it not? Yes, it had to be. It was what so many had sacrificed themselves for.

"I can never let myself regret this, it will be in the past soon and everything will be okay!" A slight smile crossed his lips as he assured himself. "Nothing can ruin this right now."

It was at that moment that he felt it, a presence stepping onto his land. His eyes turned to the north where he could feel the intruder. Who was it? It did not feel like England, in fact it was weaker then him. It seemed to be stumbling through his land, which was odd.

Alfred began to pace a little; it had to have been his brother. There was no one else who would come here. Why would Matthew come here though? It could be dangerous for him right now; his people were still on edge. They may kill him if he seemed like he was a threat.

Growling slightly he dragged a rough hand through his blond hair. He really did not want to deal with this right now. How mad will Matthew be? Would he lecture him on how he was wrong to do this and on how he should have done something else? The Canadian seemed to not understand the fact that asking nicely usually never worked.

Things like this could never be solved in a peaceful manner. It would always end in bloodshed for someone. It was not fair but it was what had to be done.

It seemed like only a moment later there was a soft knock on his door. Alfred took his time as he started towards the door. He was still not looking forward to this. His eyes widened when he heard a loud thud. "Canada?" he muttered. Hurrying he tore open the door, he froze in place when he saw the blood around his brother. "Canada!" he crouched by his side. "Talk to me Matthew," his hand rested on his brother's cool pale cheek.

Without another thought, he scooped the unconscious Colony into his arms. "Hold on Matty," he whispered as he carried him inside.

Questions were overtaking his mind, who would hurt Matthew? He felt panic rise as well but he forced it back. He had to stay calm and deal with the situation just as he did when there were injured during the battles.

Walking to his small bed, he laid the other blond down on his stomach. "Matt if you can hear me just hang on," he said softly.

His blue eyes grew cold when they focused on the red jacket the other wore, it took Alfred only a few seconds to rip the fabric and peel it off Matthew's limp body. The white shirt underneath it was soaked through with blood.

Alfred grabbed a medical kit that he had stashed under his bed, just in case. He went through the motions he had learned on the battlefield. Matt's shirt was soon on the ground, he slowly stitched the worst of Matthew's wounds.

About an hour later, he had finished stitching and wrapping his brother's wounds. He had also cleaned the blood off his skin but the Canadian was still out cold.

"Come on Matty, wake up," the American sighed, gently rolling the other onto his back. His anger began to catch up to him; he would kill whoever had the gall to hurt his little brother. He took the time to make sure that the other was in a comfortable and wrapped in a blanket. Collecting the bloody rags and shirt, he carried them out of the room so he could clean them and lay them out to dry.

Matthew's eyes slowly opened, had he passed out? Gritting his teeth he slowly sat up the blanket that protected him from the chilly air pooled around his waist. The younger man's eyes scanned the familiar room. He had made it! His violet eyes slid down to the bandages that were wrapped tightly around his body. Alfred had already bandaged him up but where was he now? Did his brother not want to see him? Did he abandon him? A shudder ran through him at the thought. Matthew knew Alfred better then that, at least he thought he did, he would never leave him all alone.

"Alfred?" he called softly. After a few moments of silence his face dropped, did he really leave him? He was unaware of the blue eyes that were focusing on him.

"You are awake," Alfred's gruff voice muttered.

The Canadian jumped slightly, wincing when pain flared in his back. "A-Alfred, oui I am awake," he whispered.

"I have one question for you," Alfred crossed his arms over his chest. "Why are you here?"

Sorry to leave it like this, but Matthew does need sometime to think of why he went to Alfie. Please review and I will update soon.