He was not waiting for just a voice.

He was waiting for its owner.

Tragic memories and events still separates their hearts; the final door separating the love that is trying to connect.

With love comes tragic events, right?

Romeo and Juliet suffered at the hands of history's tragedies, in the end it killed them both. Would they suffer as well? Will the tragic love story of Romeo and Juliet become real? This, even I do not know.

What will it take to break down the door that separates them?

What will it take to free themselves from the shackles of their past?

Perhaps they will find happiness.

They just need to break down that cursed door.


At 6 in the morning, Alfred woke up to the smell of pancakes.

His first reaction was springing out of bed with an eager smile; his second reaction was freezing in his tracks and shaking in slight fear.

Who was in his house!?

If it wasn't Arthur or Lithuania, who was it? The American reached for the one thing in his bedroom that could be used to defend himself: a baseball bat. Slowly and quietly, he crept out of his room towards the kitchen, where the delicious smell of pancakes filled the air. Someone was moving around in the kitchen! Alfred silently positioned himself as close to the intruder as he could, and prepared to bash the person's head in.

Matthew turned around to see his brother was about to crush his skull with a bat. He paled.

"GYAAAAHHH!!! ALFRED!!!! W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!??" Matthew screamed in horror, his hands trying to shield his head from the weapon. Alfred blinked in surprise. "Eh? You know me? What are you doing in here anyway, making me breakfast?"

Matthew blinked in surprise, then face-palmed. "Oh....I see what's going on. Alfred, I-I'm Matthew, r-remember?! Y-Your brother! You let me stay over l-last night..." Alfred lowered his weapon as he remembered. "Oh! Ahahahaha, sorry Matt! I thought you were some kind of robber or something, and so I armed myself! Pretty funny, huh?"

"W-Why would a robber be m-making you pancakes?"

"...good point..... Anyways, why'd you make all this food? I'm thankful, bro, but I could have gotten us some food at McDonald's! They have these new breakfast value meals there, complete with maple syrup and everything! You'd love it, Matt," Alfred chuckled. Matthew rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed by the offer. "That sounds disgusting. Its not even real syrup! Its corn-syrup with maple flavoring!" The Canadian had a deep grudge against artificial maple syrup, especially if it was used with delicious pancakes. Surprisingly, his brother Alfred had no problem with it at all. Matthew assumed it was because Alfred was with Arthur longer, while Matthew was with Francis for a while. The twin brothers had different tastes, as well as personalities and opinions.

"Wow, you didn't even stutter that time! I guarantee that one day, you'll stop stuttering completely! So," Alfred picked up a nearby fork, stabbed a pancake, and shoved a piece into his mouth, "how long do you plan on staying over?"

"I told you last night, didn't I?"

"You did?"

"M-My house was damaged....t-too much snow piled up on the roof....it caved in my house. Y-You told me I could stay here until it was done." Honestly, why did he even bother? Alfred might be repeating this morning's shenanigans every day until Matthew leaves. His American brother would only forget later on and question who he was. "Have you made u-up with A-Arthur?" Matthew piped up.

Alfred nearly choked on the pancake piece in his mouth. "A-Are you alright!?" Matthew whimpered in surprise. Alfred nodded, still coughing. Once his coughing and sputtering ceased, he replied, "Why should I? Hey, how do you even....oh, I told you yesterday, didn't I?"

"Y-You forgot everything, d-didn't you?"

"Ahaha, sorry, Matt. Anyways, why should I? Besides, it isn't really an argument, just something Arthur did out of embarrassment. We'll be fine! And I can bet that he'll call up soon to either apologize directly or indirectly! Ahahaha, it'll be fine!" Alfred laughed and flashed a thumbs-up, causing Matthew to chuckle a bit. he had to admit....his brother was very.....amusing.


Arthur sighed.

The phone was in his hand, and yet his other hand refused to dial the number. His number. Alfred's number. After what happened yesterday, Arthur wouldn't be surprised if Alfred was a bit ticked off. Arthur would be too, he had to admit. But could you blame him? Alfred called it a date, and Arthur was just too shocked and flustered to say anything other than that lie he told to get out of it. Lilac, that meddling little fairy, reappeared again. Her lilac colored dress (hence the name Lilac) swished around as she fluttered about around Arthur's head, her little wings beating rapidly. "Just call him, why don't you? I'm sure he'll understand," she pressed. Arthur gulped nervously. "Don't be nervous, Arty! It will work out!" Lilac found that helping Arthur in his relationship with Alfred was very, shall we say, entertaining.

"But what will I say...?" Arthur muttered.

"Anything. Just apologize, at the very least."

"Alright then, fine. Persuasive little fairy, I really should tell you sister, Harmony, to lecture you more often," Arthur replied with a click of his tongue. He shakily dialed the American's number, and nearly fainted with nervousness as Alfred answered.

"Hello? Arthur?"

"How did you know it was me!?"

"Caller ID, duh!"

"Oh, I see. Well, I just wanted to, er, apologize for my behavior yesterday. I didn't mean to offend you... I just...I don't know...." Arthur found himself sputtering nonsense about how he was tactless and offensive. On the other end, Alfred was trying not to laugh. Arthur, when he was flustered, was probably one of the funniest things Arthur ever does. Not to mention that the way his blush looked on that handsome and adorable face really turned Alfred on in ways that France would talk abo--WAIT,WHAT THE FUCK. Alfred was a bright red, even redder than Arthur was on the other end. That thought did not occur to him.

It did, but did he want to think it?

Yes and no.

"Alright, Arty! I get it! Now stop stuttering like a girl, will you?"

"W-WHAT!? I am not! take it back, you bloody git!"

"Make me, why don't you?" Alfred laughed cockily.

Arthur growled, "Fuck you! I'll do things to you that will make you unable to walk for weeks! Let alone months, you bloody wanker!" From the other end, Alfred was silent. What was he thinking?

"Wow, Arthur. You trying to get into my pants?"

"WHAT!? Take that back, you bloody pervert!" The Englishman hissed angrily. Alfred laughed on the other end. "You really are a lonely old pervert, right Arthur?" Of course, Arthur was actually only a few years older* in human years, but Alfred just couldn't resist teasing him about it. "Fine, you know what? Fine. Fuck you."

Arthur hung up...again.

Alfred slammed down the phone this time, very pissed off. What the fucking hell was with Arthur? Not that he really cared, of course, but it still made him mad. Hanging up again over a little funny remark? "That guy...I swear, he's always PMSing!" Alfred hissed. Matthew, who was flipping through the channels on the TV, looked up in surprise. "W-what happened?" The Canadian sat up straight from his slouched position so he could see Alfred's face...which was now full of anger.

Alfred was rarely angry.

Matthew knew this with all of his heart. Sure, the American did get a little ticked off or annoyed, but never angry. The last time Matthew saw him this angry was the 9/11 incident a few years back...that horrible, horrible day made everyone mad, actually. Especially Arthur. Matthew could still picture the worry that Arthur wore as a mask that day as he rushed to Alfred's side, whispering words of reassurance and hope to him in the attempt to calm him down. Alfred was rarely angry with Arthur, to be clear. Not since 1812.

After that, it had gotten better. They spent more time together, laughed, argued over trivial things but later made up...everything you would expect two people to do. Why was this time so different? Matthew's eyebrows furrowed in a bit of irritation. Knowing Alfred, he thought as he chewed his lip uneasily, he probably offended Arthur. And Arthur replied in a way making Alfred mad. But this mad? What did he say?

"That stupid tea-sucking bastard...." Alfred grumbled. The American hopped onto the couch and sat beside Matthew, snatching the remote control (while ignoring Matthew's protest) to change the channel. "What happened?" Matthew asked, shaking Alfred's arm. Alfred rolled his eyes, groaning in annoyance as he remembered the stupid argument. "Arthur is such a prick! I just made a little joke, then he got all pissed off and snapped at me! He ended the conversation with a "fuck you" statement. He has no sense of humor!" Matthew frowned again, uneasily thinking this over. Knowing his older brother, Alfred most likely upset Arthur too much again. He needs to read the atmosphere more...

"What did you say to him?" Matthew was surprised at the boldness in his voice, and how it lacked his usual stuttering. He supposed that, because of the current little argument going on, his stuttering was replaced by the Alfred-like side of him. (Yes, because they are twins, they share personalities. But at certain moments). Alfred blinked in surprise and reply casually, "Well, he said a funny statement that sounded like he wanted to, you know, sleep with me or something. So I asked him if he was trying to get into my pants. He snapped at me, and then I called him a lonely old pervert. I don't see what made him so upset. I mean, we do this stuff all the time!"

"Y-You said that to A-Arthur? Y-You did? Are you...are you an idiot!?"

"Huh?"

"You know he doesn't like to be reminded of how lonely he is! You know!" Matthew huffed, his light blue eyes darkened with his anger. "What? Matt, you really think he's mad about that? He's just PMSing, thats all!" Alfred scoffed with a cheery grin.

"You say that now. Just wait until the G8 meeting later today. You'll see then."


Matthew was right.

The G8 meeting was a complete hell. All the attending nations, minus Arthur, sat together in silence. "W-Wow....that was very....very..." Francis couldn't pick the right word. What could he say at this moment? What word could define the rage and hurt Arthur just displayed moments before leaving? Could anything describe it? "I didn't know Arthur could be so aggressive," Ludwig commented quietly, also feeling a bit uneasy. Even the cold Ivan was silent, feeling a small tug at his heart. The feeling, of course, was foreign to his heart, but it was still there.

Pity.

Alfred was still clenching his fists, practically shaking with rage.

Why? Why didn't Arthur just tell him before? That all this time...Alfred was....was.... He couldn't keep the tears from falling.

America, the almighty America, was crying.

And nobody seemed to blame him.


Hey, everyone! I'm glad you're reading!

Anyways, the next chapter will be a flashback to the events of the G8 meeting.

Arthur was actually only a few years older*: In human years, Arthur is 23. Alfred is 19. This is actual fact from the Hetalia character profiles.

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