A/N: So for those of you who missed me, Teru here again. I finally found inspiration for another chapter of this after doing a couple of experiments to further my writing abilities. I would like to thank everyone who waited patiently for this chapter. I would like to thank YumeNoSekaiPro on youtube for reinspiring me and everyone out there still supporting this. :)
Disclaimer: Still don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers or any of the other seasons... But maybe one day... :)
His little feet pattered on the sidewalks as he walked along. The wind was blowing his little blond curl around, whipping to and fro. The gray skies looked like rain, and the wind was hinting the same to the boy.
What did I do to him to make him hate me? The questions were still in Matthew's mind as they had been the whole morning. Will Papa or Alfred even miss me or do they share Daddy's feelings?
The little droplets of rain began to fall from the sky, masking the tear streaks that stained the side of his face. The sadness the day had presented him was apparent in his eyes. He tried to hush the symphony of pain that his vocal chords were trying to play.
Where was I even planning to go when I left home? The realization finally hit him. He didn't know where in the world he was going. School? The library? Anywhere?
He sat on the pavement, searching through his mind to think of someplace safe, where he could try to forget his troubles to the best of his ability. Where is the most funnest and carefree place I know?
A moment of mental struggle began and Matthew felt like his brain would explode from the pain of thinking so hard.
The park isn't too far from here. I can go there for a while. He sprinted off, imagining he was one of the footballers he always saw on TV when he was with Alfred.
He took off for the far end of the field, pretending to dribble the ball between his feet as he bolted down the green. He could see the unsuspecting goalie from where he stood. He faked a pass to a teammate before rocketing down past the halfway line.
The defenders were in front of him, waiting to pounce on him at any misstep, now. He faked to the left and ran right, leaving all the defenders running after air.
He could feel little sweat beads streaking down his face along with the raindrops that were falling into the stadium. Matthew was going to make it. Quickly, taking one more sharp right turn, he kicked his ball and it went into the goal. He slid on the ground like all the famous 'ballers did. His teammates were cheering him on... Alfred raced up to him from the front row of the stands and tackle-hugged him...
Except he didn't. Alfred wasn't here to see Matthew's footballer impression. He probably would never see it again.
I already miss you a lot Alfred. The tears were welling up again. The burning in his eyes was beginning to feel unbearable. I'd like to think you'll miss me too.
There was Alfred, jumping on his bed. He had never looked happier, his sparkling eyes showing a dazzling amount of joy radiating from them. Posters had shown up covering up half the room. Posters that had never been there, of Alfred's favorite footballers. A little net had shown up on the floor with a foam soccer ball where a bed once rested.
In the doorway stood Daddy, with a stern yet gentle look on his face. "What have I told you about jumping on your bed?"
"But daddy, I finally feel like I can breathe. Freedom feels amazing." He leapt off the bed, hugging his father around his neck, a giant smile crossing his face. "I don't think I've ever felt this happy."
"Well you have plenty of reason to now." He cast a glance on the net, or rather the floor space where it resided, and let a smirk paint his face.
Matthew was huddled in the fetal position in a little cement tunnel on the playground. He no longer could suppress the torturous pain he was feeling.
Could they really be that happy without me?
The sound of the rain, now picking up force on the outside of the tunnel, echoed, almost creating a hollow, melancholic beat for the wavering pitch of the young boy's cries.
There was the family at the table, nothing but smiles. Only three chairs were there, the table pushed back to the wall. Papa was sitting at the head as usual, with a glass of wine and a dazzling grin, shinier than the silverware at the table. Daddy was holding Papa's hand that wasn't grasping a glass, and gave him a soft peck on the cheek, causing Alfred to close his eyes, contorting his face in immense disgust, with his tongue sticking out. Nonetheless, they all seemed happy enough minus one face at the table.
That one face was still keeping to himself, waiting for something to take away his pain.
"Why can't you all just love me?" His frustration was echoed back at him from the acoustics of the cement tube. "What did I do to deserve this treatment by the people I thought loved me?" He looked at the top of the tube, as though staring through it with his puffy red eyes, expecting some omniscient being to answer his calls.
He began his turning over, balling up his tiny little fists, and bludgeoning the cement underneath him, as if it was the cause of all his problems. He pounded as hard as he could, expecting the tunnel to feel his pain for him. His fist was beginning to turn purple from the repeated hits and pain was setting in.
Why not? I already hurt. Hurting more isn't any worse.
Still more, salty streaks of tears escaped his eyes, trying to flee from the rage consuming his glares.Fists continued to rain down on his self-created prison block. The flurry was taking it's toll on him, however, showing as his muscles began to give out.
Finally, his muscles would no longer lift his arms off the flooring. The pain felt unbearable. Fatigue was finally setting in.
There sat Alfred, talking with Papa, in his room again. They were just casually chatting, laughing from time to time, seemingly only passing time.
"So Alfred," Papa's face seemed to become a bit more serious as he broached a new subject. "Do you miss your brother yet?"
Alfred gave Papa a confused look. "When did I have a brother?" His words seemed genuine by his dumbfounded look. "I thought I was the only child here. At least that's what Daddy told me."
Matthew's heart broke at his last thought. Alfred forgetting him was the worst thing imaginable. The pain that he thought was unbearable before just seemed to collapse on him. Even the tears were unable to fall.
The little boy let out one last cry before sleep finally overtook him.
A/N: I'm sorry for such a short chapter but I just felt I didn't want to drag it out. I hope everyone is enjoying this in a feelsy type of way. Until next time, mes amis, adieu.