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FADING ECHOS

Alfred paced back and forth, his mind swirling with questions. He was currently up in his room, the book in his hand. His leg throbbed in pain but he ignored it, more focused on the words in front of him. He read through the pages over and over. He growled, not finding anything.

"Just tell me how the hell to find my brother!" He threw the book down, anger radiating from him. He tugged at his hair and screamed in frustration. He punched the wall, causing a dent to form in it. He leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm down. He glanced back at the book, eyes widening when he saw a page sticking out of it. He ran back over, falling to the ground and picking up the newly found page.

He read over it, his eyes widened and he quickly got to his feet despite the pain. He instantly ran out his bedroom door, making his way as fast as possible down the hall. Kuma, surprised to see him run past, also got to his feet and ran after the blond. Alfred was making his way downstairs when his leg gave out, he let out a cry falling the rest of the way downstairs, hitting his head on the wall several times.

His head smacked the ground first, followed by the rest of his body. Kuma, still at the top of the stairs, let out a cry of distress and rand down the stairs after his owner. He came face to face with Alfred. Blood was running down the others face and his eyes were half closed.

Kuma whimpered and licked Alfred's nose. The blond, lifted a hand, petting Kuma a few times. "Good Kuma…" He kept the paper in his firm grip as he passed out.

| Hetalia

The remaining members of the G eight, along with China and Prussia walked up to Alfred's doors. Arthur was at the front. He knocked on the door before turning to the rest of the group. "Remember, we are just here to try to stop another war from happening. No one is to mention Matthew or anything to do with World War Three." The others nodded and Arthur turned to knock again.

No answer came, Arthur sighed, figuring Alfred was just being stubborn. Alfred hardly left his house, only when his bosses needed him, and that was rare. He slowly turned the knob, not surprised when he found that the door was unlocked. He walked in followed by the others.

Arthur gasped, the others looking wide-eyed when in front of them, by the staircase was Alfred. Arthur quickly ran to him, kneeling next to him. He was about to touch the wound on Alfred's head when Kuma jumped out of nowhere and tried to nip his hand. He instantly pulled back before shoving the bear away.

"Bug off! I'm trying to help him!" He checked the wound before gently shaking Alfred. "Alfred? Come on lad, wake up."

Alfred's eyes slowly opened and he looked at Arthur, he instantly pulled away from him and sat up. "Whoa lad, take it easy, you got a pretty bad head wound. You should lay down for a little."

Alfred glared at him. "What does it matter to you?"

"You could have a concussion, what even happened?"

"It doesn't matter; now get out of my house."

"Yes it does! Now tells us what happened!"

Alfred glared more and got to his feet, having to use the wall as support due to his leg not working well. Arthur frowned and got to his feet as well, looking at the wounded leg.

"Your leg is giving you troubles, isn't it lad… here, let us help." He reached toward Alfred, only causing the other to flinch and back away.

"No, I can handle it myself! Now go!"

Arthur stood there firmly, a determined look on his face. "Not until we talk." Alfred glared but didn't argue. "What the bloody hell were you thinking?! You practically just declared war and the world!"

Alfred glared more, "I don't have to explain myself to you! Now get the hell out of my house before I kick it out!"

"I'd like to see you try! You bloody cripple!"

Alfred froze, tensing. Anger showed in his features. Arthur, realizing what he said was about to apologize when Alfred punched him in the face, not holding back. Due to his super strength, Arthur went flying, knocking over Germany and Russia.

Alfred, still tense, and now breathing heavily growled. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

The nations, deciding it was best not to piss off Alfred anymore, left. Alfred took a few deep breaths, sliding down the wall until he was on the ground. He looked at the paper that was still clenched in his hand. He opened it again rereading it, this time out loud. "Only certain people can see these dimension switchers, usually someone close to them, or blood. On rare accessions, the dimension switcher can make them self visible to anyone.

"The only way to see a dimension switcher is to look into something you both touched before their death. It has to be reflective, like a mirror or even a coin." Alfred sighed, trying to think of anything that he and Matthew had touched. Suddenly he gasped in realization. He jumped to his feet, ignoring his aching leg. He ran down a hallway that led to a dead-end.

He pushed against a part of the wall and a door appeared, he opened it and walked in. He sighed, walking into his storage room. He looked around, seeing his first bayonet, and things like his toy soldiers set. He smiled as he came to another part of the storage room. He sat down and opened one of the boxes, tears coming to his eyes seeing that it was Matthew's hockey gear.

He picked something out of the box. It was one of Matthews's pucks; he smiled and ran a hand over it, remembering how aggressive his brother could be while playing the sport. He remembered Matthew even knocking out one of Gilbert's teeth during a game. He chuckled; Gilbert hadn't even seen it coming. He ran his hand over it one more time before putting it back.

He closed the box before opening another. He smiled and let out a choked laugh. He pulled out the Canadian maple leaf blanket that Matthew had loved so much. He hugged the blanket close, tears running down his face. It still smelt like Matthew, as if he still used it to snuggle with when he and Alfred watched scary movies. He sighed and put it back. He placed a hand on his forehead, tears still running down his face. He closed the box before standing.

All around him were the boxes from Matthew's house. Some of his brother's stuff was still in his house in Canada. But Alfred didn't want someone to break in and steal something valuable, so he took the things that held the most memory of his twin. He looked around the stuff, his eyes spotting something shining in the corner. He caught sight of a mirror.

His eyes widened, that mirror held some of the most memories. Matthew and he had kept that mirror from their childhood. They had beaten and messed up that mirror so much that most people would have thrown it away, but not the North American twins. From where he stood, Alfred could see several worn-down stickers and chipped colorful paint. The wood frame was chipped and old and the reflective glass was smudged and had cracks in it. Alfred walked over to it, seeing himself in the mirror.

His eyes widened, wait… no… that wasn't him, he ran toward the mirror, and placed his hand on it, the other person doing the same. Tears struck his eyes.

"Matthew?"

"Alfred?"


Well that seemed really rushed, but hey! Matthew is back! Please review, favorite, and follow