Chapter Three

31st October

-And then he said: 'Why are you treating that thing like a person?' And I was: 'Because Tony is my friend and you have no right to mess up with him.'

This lunch time was the most boring time of the day. America was the only one talking all the time.

-'Why...?' – I thought. – 'Why did this happened? France is not a bad person. I know it. He...'

Suddenly, America slapped my back.

-Come on, bro! Why that sad face?

-Uhg... Alfred...

-Cheer up little...

-Who do you think you are? You think you're a hero but you'll never be one.

-Matthew... c-calm down...

-Don't tell me what to do!

-Listen, Canada... – started Arthur. – don't speak like that to your brother. He's just trying to help you out.

-Oh really? I'm so sorry Alfred. I didn't know that. But I know the best way for you two to help me...

-Well then... – said Alfred. – Tell us.

-Just leave me alone and stop bothering me!

Then, I ran to my room. Jumped to the bed and looked upon the window. Thoughts came as I looked to the white clouds.

*Flash back*

-'Papa'?

-'Oui', Matthieu? Did something happen?

-I had a nightmare.

-Oh, 'mon petit amour'. What happened that made it so scary?

-I dreamt we would be separated from each other. I'm scared 'papa'. I don't want that to happen. I want to be with you.

-Don't worry, honey. That nightmare will never exist. Now, come sleep with 'papa' France.

*End of flash back*

-'I thought you said that that nightmare would never happen. I hate when people lie to me.'

-Suddenly, the door knocks.

-Now what? – I said.

-Wait, Canada. It's me, Arthur.

-Go away, idiot. You think I want to talk?

-I know you don't, but I think you might want to hear this.

-About...?

-You and France. – He said entering.

-Speak.

-The reason why you live here is because France couldn't take good care of you.

-How so?

-He was running out of money. He said that even if he had to lose a lot, he would do anything to keep you safe, healthy and happy.

-What happened then?

-I told him I would keep you if he couldn't get money.

-And he still tried but unsuccessfully.

-Exactly.

-Why didn't you tell me earlier?

-Because it still wasn't time to it.

-To what?

England went to his room and picked a small piece of gold object.

-There. – He said. – This is for you.

-For me? What is it?

-I don't know very well.

-It looks like a necklace.

-He said it was something written in there.

-Who?

-France.

-What does it say?

-I don't know. I already tried to read it but it's in French.

-I see. So I need to see what's in here but... what could it be?

I tried to read the tiny words on the necklace, which was truly hard, and then I could see what was written. Then, I started crying.

-What's wrong? Does it say something it shouldn't? If so I'll...

-Don't... England. It's nothing bad. In fact... it is something gorgeous.

-What does it say in there?

-It says "My little Mathew. I love you. There'll be a day we'll be together forever. And I hope it is Paris. Love, Francis."

-'Dream, wanker. He won't leave this house.' Well, I'm going to get some tea. Do you need something?

-No, thank you. Hey England...

-Yes?

-Thanks for giving me this. – I said putting the necklace around my neck.

-Hmf... Anytime.

He went downstairs as I stayed on my room.

-'Does he love me that much? I just hope so. I really need to go meet him.'

Downstairs, England was having some hot tea. Suddenly, he started listening some strange noise. Thinking it wasn't anything, he continued drinking. Then, he heard noisy and fast steps. He's tea table started to shake as he saw me going downstairs with a bag.

-What are you doing with that bag, Mathew?

-Sorry England... but I'm going to Paris and I don't care about your opinion.

-YOU WHAT?

-That's right. Goodbye Arthur.