I am not a doctor, so if I'm not completely accurate i apologize! I did some reading on a bit of it but still. I appreciate any comments! thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy :)

Violence. swearing.

I don't own hetalia.

He was unconscious, fuck fuck fuck! "Okay Matt" Gil climbed in and shook Matts shoulder "Matt, you gotta be awesome for me and wake up okay!" Tears stung Gils eyes and his breath hitched.

Matt groaned. "Al?"

"No matt, it's me Gil. I'm awesomely here to save your ass, but you gotta help me okay? You gotta stay awake okay?" Gil grabbed the small pen light on his belt. He pulled Matts eyelids up and flashed the light one at a time. No response. It would take the damn ambulance forever... "Okay Matt. give me two seconds." Gil flew back to his car. He grabbed his cell and slammed the door locking it with a push of a button. Shifting Matts legs over on the seat heclimbed into the drivers. "For fucks sake Matt.. what happened" He muttered to himself flipping his blue tooth on.

Gil pulled out onto the highway flying toward the city. His pressed speed dial two. "Nurses station Cindy speaking"

"Cindy, it's Gilbert Belschmit. I'm headed towards you guys with a 24 year old male, probable concussion, possible internal injuries. He's barely responsive. I have no fucking clue how long he's been out. No vomiting i can see yet. Pupils non-responsive, ETA 10 minuets. " Without a goodbye he clicked his blue tooth off. "Matt, hey Matt. Can you tell me what happened?

"A-Al..."

"No buddy it's Gil, Al's not here. Do you remember anything" Where the fuck was Al?

"I'm sorry Al.." he slurred "I'm okay.. It's okay... You d-d-didn't mean it... It's okay...I... I love you soomuc-" It clicked.

Gil reach over touching Matty shaking him gently. "Stay with me buddy okay? You gotta keep talking to me. Do you know your birthday? "

Matt screwed up his face. He was so tired.. why was Al asking him these questions... He was tired... But that... Was that Als voice? Did it get different? No... "It's... uhm.. July 4th" He was even more confused.. "No... That's not right... "

the voice was reassuring but urgent "Try again Matt, you got this, You're too awesome to forget it right?"

Matt knew the voice... That word.. He knew that word. It made him remember happy red eyes. Red and white... Red and white... His birthday.. "July 1st?"

"You got it!" the voice hurt a bit. He groaned. His stomach flipped and rose to his mouth. A hand was on him as everything jolted. Suddenly, sounds, lights, people, he groaned and tears started flowing he was so confused. Then suddenly in front of his face. Red eyes. He smiled

"Hi Gil" and it all went white.

Gil sat at Matts bedside all night to guard him. He argued when the doctors tried to toss him out. Eventually, he won out. He was, after all, a nurse at the hospital in his town. another pair of eyes to watch Matt... And ya know.. His grandfather ran this damn hospital... He watched him while he slept, he did the wake up checks himself. The doctors said it was a bad concussion couple with physical and emotional exhaustion and trauma, but the test showed no bleeding in the brain. He had bad bruising on his face and head, his one eye was practically swollen shut and his lip was split on the same side. When they took off the neck brace bile had risen in Gils throat. He could see the bruises from fingers. He had a few cracked and bruised ribs and one of his wrists was sprained. He would heal, thought it was going to take a while.

Gil did have to leave the room at one point. The doctor had mentioned that it may take some extra healing time because he was still healing from previous injuries... How long had that... How did Gil not notice? Sure he hadn't been living in the same country.. But he should have picked up something in Matts voice... He punched the wall wishing it was that douche bags face... It was his fault Matt was in this mess. He never should have trusted that jock prick... He should have won Matt over himself. He breathed and collected himself walking back into the room. Sears swelled in his eyes. Oh Matt...

Matt was released the next day into Gils care. He had to keep an eye out for any symptoms worsening. The ride back to Gils place was quiet. Neither of them really knew what to say. Matt had muttered a horse "Thanks for coming Gil... Sorry.."

Gil had shot him a look and cut him off "Matt, if you try and apologize for getting help, I'm going to check you right back into that hospital. Only this time, you'll be in the pysc ward."

They got to Gils and Gil helped carried Matts bag in. Making sure he was sat down and comfortable, Gil went to go make some dinner. Matt had left his phone in his bag in the truck and it was beeping. He picked it up and looked at the screen. 35 missed calls and 46 texts... He sat and scrolled through the texts. Al, Al, Al... All from Al. They started off apologetic, then moved to angry over time, ending with a few desperate pleading ones. The phone buzzed as another one arrived "Matt I'm so sorry! Please just call me!". Tears welled up. Matt pushed a few buttons and held his ear to the phone...

Coming back out to check on Matt ,Gil found him on the phone sobbing. Flames may as well have shot out of his eyes "Give me the fucking phone Matt." He grabbed it and went to yell into it... Then he realized, voice messages. He heaved a sigh of relief And hung up. "Matt, you can not fucking call him Okay? It's so not awesome! You took that damned psychology class in second year right? You know how this works. He'll beg, you'll fucking cave, because you're forgiving to a god damned fault, and everything will be peachy for a week or maybe even two! Until one goddamned day, it's not. How bad would it be the next fucking time Matt? Do you have to be in intensive care for you to get it?"

Matt had started sobbing into his hands. Breaking for the first time since he came to himself. He had been so silent in the hospital. It was shock of course... But now that mental self defense was falling. "I k-know... I-i... I just miss MY Alfred... I don't understand what the fuck happened Gil..."

Gil was at a loss for words... His heart ached, his temper flared... He sighed and sat next to his friend silently. Gil didn't keep track of the time, but it took Matt a good while of sitting there sobbing to be able to breath normally and calm down.

Matt he sniffled "Can I use your shower?"

Gil gave a weak smile thankful the sobbing was done for the moment. "Of course Matt. Whats mine is yours. Up stairs second door on the right" he regarded him seriously " But you need to be careful. you can't fall again alright? Leave the door open and call if you need me. I'll be down here"

Matt picked himself up and nodded, wincing at the head and neck ache. "Kay Gil."

Stepping out of the shower Matt cringed at the pain stabbing on his side. He wondered how bad he looked... Wiping the fog from the full length mirror on the door he grimaced.. A large black and purple blotch covered his side where his ribs had cracked. Another on his hip where he had hit the floor. His back had a long one from being slammed into the counter... Then he checked his neck closely silently thankful it was fall... He was going to need a scarf or a turtle neck. But nothing could hide his face. The whole one side was different shades of bruising right up into his blonde hair. The swelling in his eye had gone down slightly with icing and anti inflammatory pills in the hospital. He had a split lip too, no wonder he hurt so much.

Matt grabbed his bag with a sigh. He was lucky enough he had just folded laundry before Al got home. He'd grabbed a bunch. He rooted around for things. First he found Underwear and sweat pants he pulled them on. Next a shirt-... Als captain america shirt. His face went white... Remembering how he use to throw it on in the morning to make breakfast sometimes. Al being much taller meant he practically downed in it, but it was comfy. Tears prickled his eyes.

2012

Matt was making pancakes. He had wanted to surprise Al with breakfast. As he flipped the current batch he heard Al come down the last few steps yawning. He smiled and glanced over his shoulder " good morning" he said brightly.

Al smiled and walked towards his violet eyed husband. Slipping his arms around the smaller man. He buried his nose into Matts hair. "I thought i smelled something delicious. Oh and the pancakes smell great too!" Matt giggled at the corny joke.

"Mattie.. Do you have any idea how much I love you? "

Matt blushed and turned his head to kiss his new husband. "I think I may have a rough idea"

2014

Matt forced tears back. He tossed the shirt back and pulled out a black Linkin Park shirt. Ignoring the pain of moving he yanked it on And left the bathroom. Gil had set up the guest room for Him. He looked at the clock. 6:35. He dropped his bag on the chair and sighing he walked back down slowly.

Dinner was KD. Matts favourite comfort food. Gil was at the table, Matt sighed "Thanks for putting up with me Gil.. " as he sat down.

"I'm not 'putting up' with you Matt. We're friends! You're awesome, I'm awesome... It works. You just made the house more awesome! Honestly stay as long as you like, I was thinking of getting a room mate anyway. "

That earned a weak smile. Matt was exhausted... But he was also hungry. He shoved the mac and cheese into his face quickly. Gil tossed a bowel of maple walnut ice cream down in front of him when he was done. Gil wordlessly picked the dinner bowls up and started dishes

"Gil leave those! I'll do them, you cooked."

"Nawh, I'm already half done. Don't even worry about it Matt. You're suppose to be resting anyway, doctors orders."

Matt sighed. Gil was right. He felt exhausted and heavy. He ate the ice cream that had been put in front of him. then excused himself to up to bed. he had never been this tired in his life...

Gil watched as Matt trudged up the stairs. Bruises peaking up from under his strawberry hair. Once Matt was out of view Gilberts grip on the sponge tightened. He stared into the sink in silent rage. How could he let this happen? He had backed off and stopped fighting for Matt because he thought Al would take good care of him...If he had ever thought... How could he have not seen this? Gil was getting dangerously close to breaking something when he heard the voice outside.

"Mattie! Mattie I know your there! Please Mattie! Please just talk to me! I'm so fucking sorry Mattie! I have no idea why... I'm gonna get help this time! Please Mattie!"

Oh hell no. Gil stormed to his front door where the desperate banging was coming from. He didn't even hesitate, he swung the door open and punched Alfred in the face knocking him on his ass. " Are you fucking stupid?! " he screamed. "You need to get the fuck out of here Jones before I kill you!"

It feels kinda good to write Gil finally punching Al in the face. I feel like it would have been built up over the years. hope you're enjoying the story so far. let me know ^^