((A/N: It's a horrible chapter because the first one was accidentally deleted by me. Which made me actually start crying.. Well sorry I am just an emotional wreck these days. I hope you find the chapter okay. :) ))
"Don't disturb the beast
.
Stay frozen
.
Lay down
Play dead.."
Alfred was able to convince Matthew to sleep in the living room, or rest as Matthew had said. Matthew laid on the sofa, his eyes trained on the ceiling as Alfred pawed around in the kitchen. This was very exhausting, trying to pretend that Matthew was nothing but a little shaken up from the incident. In reality it left a giant scar in the Canadian's mind, there is supposed to be at least one safe spot for a person and that is their home...
'I am so sorry Ivan..' Matthew sighed quietly and closed his eyes, sleep held him in a warm embrace.
Alfred sauntered out of the kitchen with a cup of water in one hand and a sandwich in the other. The burger and fries did not cure his hunger, clearly. He noticed that Matthew had drifted off to sleep, setting his snack down he went off to grab a blanket. Contrary to popular belief, Alfred loved his brother and would do anything for him. But everyone assumed that he was a bad person because he wasn't so open about it. Besides brothers show their love through beating each other up, in a playful manner. Alfred and Matthew were no different!
Carefully, Alfred draped the blanket over Matthew's sleeping form and checked for a fever. Nope, just asleep, maybe Alfred was overreacting? No! Of course not! Alfred was fulfilling his role as the hero and big brother!
Sitting in the recliner nearby, Alfred glanced over at Matthew then turned on the television. Keeping the volume high enough to be heard but low enough to keep from disturbing Matthew.
"Please be okay, little brother." Alfred murmured as he turned his attention fully to the tv.
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"Just wait for me and I will come
So soon it seems that I am done."
Matthew stood in the middle of a black area, the air was muggy as he peeled off his jacket. Tossing it aside, Matthew heard a noise straight ahead, was that a violin? Or a cello?
Louder and louder with each step, Matthew looked around as best as he could in the dark.
Laaaaa~!
The noise made him jump nearly out of his skin, it sounded deep and much too close for comfort. Looking down the earth below him grumbled, a beast slowly waking up. Treading carefully, Matthew looked up towards the sky, shooting stars and Tony? That spaceship looks like Alfred's alien friends, Tony the foul mouthed alien.
"This is just a dream,
I'm only singing to you inside.
Inside your mind,
I'm standing here,
I am a madman
Confined to laws that govern me..,
When will we meet again?
A place where I have never been?"
Pause, heart picking up speed and eyes darting around in the dark to make out something.
Breathe, there is nothing there, it won't hurt you.
Light flashed and filled the area, Matthew blink a few times as he tried to adjust to the drastic change. Looking around he noticed that the ground started to shine, scared of something possible scary he stepped back.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Bluebells popped up, one by one, the chorus of popping noises filled the air. Smiling and leaning down, Matthew sniffed the flowers, pleasant. Clouds covered the sky and snow drifted down, leaving the Canadian and the flowers free from the blanket. A rare beauty indeed, Matthew just wants to stay here forever, this will be his paradise.
Fog drifted up from the centre of the bluebell patch, Matthew stared at it and scooted back a little.
"All I ever wanted
Was to see you smiling
All I ever wanted
Was to make you mine
I know that I love you
why don't you see
That all I ever wanted
Was you and me."
Confused, Matthew shook his head and waited for the words to continue but nothing else happened. Relaxing he smiled and stood up, ready to turn around to head out for other things to do. When something poked him in the back, giving a girly yelp of surprise he turned around quickly.
"W-who's there!?" Matthew whimpered, wishing he had Kumajirou with him.
Pause, nothing happened, maybe it was just a bee that flew into his back?
Breathe, because everything was fine and Matthew was overreacting to something insignificant.
'And I'm waiting for you to come
I want to be a part of you'
Ivan emerged from the bluebells holding a sunflower in his hand, stepping forward he grabbed onto Matthew. A small jolt of electricity ran down his spin as he gave himself whiplash at the speed.
"Ivan? What are you doing here?" Matthew spoke, looking into the deep and sparkling eyes of the Russian.
The snow started to descend lazily and turned to ash as the wind started to pick up. Ivan grabbed Matthews arm and pulled him into a tight embrace, the sunflower fell to the ground with a thud. Aren't flowers supposed to be light? Glancing down through a small hole between Ivan's and Matthews arms, Matthew spotted a silver gleam of a faucet pipe. Frozen with fear, Matthew hugged the Russian back in hopes that it can keep him from getting hit with the pipe.
"Matthew, there's something I have always wanted to tell you." Ivan started, looking down into the Canadians face.
The darkened clouds behind Ivan's head made the Russian look like a mad man, his eyes held something sinister. Matthew took a deep breath and braced himself for a hit or a verbal lashing. Silence, Matthew looked up at Ivan and waited but the Russian was looking off to the side. Bristling at the sight of the Russian looking away and continued to hurt Matthew's feelings. Who does that sort of thing? Honestly! The pain and anger seemed to build as the seconds ticked by, still the Russian man had said nothing.
"What did you want to tell me, Ivan?" Matthew laid his hand on the Russian mans broad chest, trying to get the other to look at him again.
Wow, what has gotten into Matthew all of a sudden? Acting like a teenaged girl trying to get the attention of the school jock. No! Matthew stop! You need to start acting like yourself again before people have you shipped off to a mental hospital!
"Something is heading this way Matthew, cant you see it?" Ivan finally spoke, looking down at the flustered Canadian.
Matthew looked in the direction Ivan was looking in earlier, nothing but snow and ash. Looking in the opposite direction held the same view, snow and ash.
"I don't-" Matthew started but he was cut off when Ivan shoved him to the ground, the Russian reached down for the faucet pipe.
Too slow, Ivan was thrown back and onto the cold hard ground eight feet away from Matthew.
Eyes blurred as the tears popped up, Matthew felt the ground beneath him start to shake. Repulsed at the thought of being alone in this ever changing place, Matthew stood up and started towards Ivan. The Russian was laying on the ground, he appeared to be knocked out. The shaking became more violent as it swept Matthew off of his feet, groaning in pain the Canadian tried standing again. The ground split in two as the shaking became increasingly violent, Matthew sat helplessly as Ivan was carried away.
"IVAN! IVAN WAKE UP! IVAN!" Matthew yelled, his throat hurting from the extra work to get his voice across the canyon. Putting Alfred's loud voice to shame as Matthew continued to yelled Ivan's name.
"IVAN!"
Nothing seemed to rouse the other to consciousness, fearing the worst Matthew picked up the faucet pipe. Knowing that the Russian could hurt anyone or the Canadian nation if Matthew lost the special pipe. He should at least try to reunite the pipe with the scary looking Russian man, even though he was nice but the violence he caused with the pipe in the past made Matthew hesitate in throwing the item.
"I am so sorry Ivan but I have to do this.." Matthew whispered as he brought his arm back, getting a tighter grip on the pipe.
Giving a slight yell as he threw the pipe as hard as he could, Matthew panted lightly. The faucet made contact with Ivan's leg, definitely in a place that would stink getting hit in. The femur bone. Ouch! Matthew will make sure to apologise and get Ivan some gifts as well later on. What Matthew failed to notice was the ground giving away from under him..
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Ivan had woken up after the hit, some blood was on his leg and the snow had left him soaked. The sound of something cracking had scared the Russian man into jumping to his feet. Finding his trusty pipe, he picked it up and was ready to club anyone who was around. But the cracking was Matthew starting to fall to his doom, the ground disappeared before the Canadian had time to react.
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Hope was instantly crushed by realisation and despair. Matthew was dropping down into the darkness, which got hotter and hotter as he fell farther.
"IVAN!"
Matthew yelled and tried to reach up for the Russian hopelessly, but the darkness consumed him that much quicker.
"Don't - leave me - in the dark.."
Matthew whimpered as something started to wrap around his body, eyes losing their sight, ears losing their ability to hear. Heart racing beyond the norm, the sweat made his clothes feel like another layer of skin. No, it can't be like this, don't end like this..
"Ivan.."
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"Matthew!? Matthew! MATTHEW WAKE UP!" Alfred had rushed to his brothers side as soon as the thrashing and screaming started.
Nothing seemed to effect the little Canadian, who was hanging over the edge looking like he had run eight marathons in the desert. Not knowing what to do, Alfred slowly lowered Matthew onto the floor. Moving the furniture out of the way and running over to the phone in the kitchen. Dialling Arthur's number, Alfred frantically explained what happened. Hanging up he dialled the emergency number and demanded to have an ambulance pick his brother up. Alfred couldn't bear to drive when his brother was in this state, hanging up the phone. Taking a deep breath Alfred decided that Francis needed to know, but would he come? For Matthews sake? Al nodded and dialled the number, telling Francis a very brief summary of Matthews state. As he hung up the EMTs burst through the door with a gurney, they were very quick..
They loaded Matthew up, who seemed to have stopped thrashing but settled a bit. His lips were turning blue, his breathing seemed to have slowed down significantly. The EMTs dashed out to the ambulance, Alfred ran after and sat in the back with Matthew. Alfred started crying at the thought that he could possibly lose his little brother. He couldn't lose Mattie, because he promised to always be there for Alfred. Mattie cannot go back on his promise, he was the honest and compassionate one. When Alfred entered any tight spot or difficult situation, Matthew would do whatever he could to help.
"Please little brother, please don't leave me.."
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Francis ran into the hospital two hours after the call, his heart was pounding loudly in his ears. He could not believe that his little Canadian was very ill, if anything happened to the kid then Francis could never forgive himself. Seeing Alfred sitting beside Arthur, Francis ran over, ready to throw a million questions to the other two countries..
"Mon petit Matthieu, is he-?" Francis started before the tears blurred his vision, standing before the other countries.
"How- how is he?"
Arthur stood up and pulled Francis into a tight embrace, no one spoke but Francis heard his heart shatter into a million pieces.
The French mans mind instantly went to the days when Matthew was just a little colony.
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"Haha! Papa! Papa! Look what I found!" Matthew laughed, holding a little beaver in his arms.
"Papa! Please don't leave me! I'm scared of the dark!" Matthew would whimper some nights, hiding a part of his face behind his teddy bear.
"Papa! I can ride a two wheeler all by myself now! See! Papa! Watch me!" Matthew would beam with pride as he rode by on his new bike, finally had control of it on his own now.
"I love you papa! You are the worlds greatest papa!" Matthew would have his greatest smile every time the two would go to sleep or Francis had to leave.
X
Matthew was laying on the bed, only his heart had calmed down. The doctors had him hooked up to different monitors, nobody was sure if he would pull through..
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"I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven."