Nrg, I'm sorry I'm such a procrastinator, but I've been busy what with the school year ending. But, this is my last week of school then summer vacation! Then school again. But I promise to update as much as possible during the summer (I do have to warn you, I will be gone for two weeks due to camp then an additional week for California).


Gilbert sighed as Matthew stared into the new cup of hot chocolate. The two teenage boys were now sitting in a Barnes n' Noble, in the way back so no one would find them. Earlier the albino had tried to coax the blonde into talking but it was useless. Now he just sat in front of Matthew, waiting for him to speak.

". . . How did the plane get to you guys?" Matthew whispered quietly, reverting back to what he once was living with his family.

"It flew zhrough zhe vindow and crashed into Feliciano's head. He opened it, recognized your handwriting, and began to read." Gilbert said, picking up the hot beverage and silently sipping it. "Ve vere all surprised. Did you really feel like zhat, birdie?"

Matthew nodded his head like a robot, stiff and choppy. It made the usually hyper and narcissistic Gilbert sigh again. Despite their incredibly different social statues, Gilbert and Matthew used to be great friends growing up. He would be there to comfort Matthew when people ignored him or confused him at Alfred. But it was like having an imaginary friend. The more you grow up, the less you'll see them (Arthur is an exception though, seeing as Matthew and Alfred will still hear him talking to "Flying Mint Bunny" at night when Francis is asleep). Actually, this was the first time they've had a conversation in over a year, maybe even two.

"It's just too hard . . ." Gilbert looked up from the drink and saw Matthew's figure shaking. "It's hard when no one will listen to you, when no one will believe when, when no one even sees you. Y'know, in seventh grade, my backpack was stolen by you as a joke but immediately forgot who you stole it from. When I told Papa Arthur what happened, he was mad at me for my backpack being stolen. I was grounded for a month, forced to do Alfred's laundry, and forced to get a job to buy a new backpack. Papa Francis tried to comfort me, but it didn't work . . . then Alfred tried to help but I ended up with a broken arm."

Matthew's hands turned into fists in his lap, his head still down but he was shaking even harder now. "Gilbert, I'm tired of being ignored, being invisible. I really did try to end my life but I was too much of a coward to do it! You know, for awhile I kept thinking to myself maybe if no one can see, hear, or feel me, maybe I don't exist. Then I think that if I try and be happy, they'll notice me and then I wonder if they can see pass the smile . . ."

A small gasp came from Gilbert as Matthew raised his head to show tears were streaming down his red face but a broken smile drew his eyes away from the tears. He's like Alfred . . . he's broken.

"Here! Here they notice me! I have friends that care about me!" Matthew cried quietly, not wanting to be thrown out. "And . . . and . . ."

"It's not home, is it, Birdie?" Gilbert muttered, making the boy stop. "You miss them, your family, don't you?"

He remained silent, but Gilbert waited patiently. Matthew was a friend, and his friend was in a time of need. All Gilbert could do was sit patiently and wait for his blonde, meek friend to speak up. Slowly, Matthew wiped the tears away on his face and looked Gilbert straight in the eye with a serious look. His back straightened and his mouth formed a perfect line.

"You're right, I do miss them, but I can't go back to them. They probably don't even know I'm gone." Matthew said quietly.

Gilbert slammed his hands on the table in between them, not with anger (Well, maybe a little) but with surprise. "Vhere zhe hell have you been zhe passed veek?"

"What do you mean?"


Matthew . . . your heart . . . it's different. It stopped cracking. . . . Does this mean what I think it means?


Finally, after non-stop traveling, Ludwig managed to get away from his elder bruder and Vatter, find a nice, quiet store to be in. Sears. Somehow Ludwig ended up in the cooking department (Totally made a b-line for it XD) and was now looking at all the pans. One brand he recognized easily due to a girl he knows always whacking his bruder upside the head with it.

"Vest!"

Zhere goes my sanity. "Vhat now, bruder?"

Ludwig turned around with an annoyed look which instantly turned into one of surprise. Gilbert was dragging Matthew Williams-Bonnefoy right behind him. The missing-well found- boy looked rather uncomfortable.

"M-Matthew . . ." It truly did leave Ludwig speechless. Just how in the world did his womanizing bruder find their missing friend?

"Let me see your phone, Vest!" Gilbert demanded, in which the younger brother complied.

He snatched the iPhone from his hand and started to use the Youtube app. Gilbert typed in the search box various times, looking for the right video. His red eyes landed on the right video. The video was called "Looking for the NOT invisible". Gilbert handed the phone to Matthew and made him watch it.

As the video loaded, Matthew saw it was posted exactly one week ago, when he started to feel pretty good, and it had millions of views already. The video started and Matthew came face to face with his brother, Alfred.


Alfred moved the webcam around a little until it showed him entirely. The room was dark and he was only illuminated by the light from hislaptop. He gave the cam a lopsided smile and a lazy wave.

"Hey guys, its Thehero74 and I know it's been awhile since I've posted a video but there is a reason behind it. Six months ago, my twin brother, Matthew Williams-Bonnefoy tried to end his life but instead, he ran away. We've been searching for him but there had been no sign of him." Alfred rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling the tears coming on but refused to let them hit the ground. "All because I wouldn't help him when he needed it . . . whenever I tried to hang out with him I'd just end up hurting him . . . and . . . and . . . when he first tried to commit suicide, I just watched him."

Screw it. Alfred thought and lifted his head. The smile was replaced with a heartbreaking frown and tears fell like rivers from his eyes. "Don't you dare post comments about how it wasn't my goddamn fault! It was my fault he became depressed! It was my fault my wanted to end his life! . . . I just want to see my brother again, alive and healthy and happy. Please, if you've seen my brother, tell me. I need to know if he's okay . . . please."

The scene faded and was replaced with another video of Alfred, this time during the day. He sat on the edge of Matthew's bed with a guitar and began to sing and play. The song was called "Invisible" by Disciple. Alfred started learning it last month in one of his moments of despair. As he sang, the screen changed from pictures of Matthew to short clips of Francis yelling at the police and Arthur brooding. Slowly, the video faded into darkness, the only noise were the sounds of Alfred trying to keep down a sob.


"Matthew, zhey've noticed you're gone and zhey haven't stopped looking." Ludwig said softly once the video was over.

Matthew slowly looked up from the small screen with shiny violet eyes. His bottom lip began to quiver. He handed the phone over to Ludwig and wrapped his arms around himself. Gilbert lightly patted the smaller boy's head.

"I did that to Alfred, didn't I?" Matthew asked in a small voice.

Ludwig sighed but nodded. "Ja."

"And Papa Francis and Papa Arthur?"

"Ja."

. . . "I shouldn't have made that paper plane."


Hope you liked it! Hm, it would be pretty awesome if some cosplayer actually did that video :D Anyway, the song in it is like totally epic 'cause it's what I imagine Alfred feels about it. :3 Well, see you guys, I'll post an update sometime next week, when there's no school.