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Hetalia does not belong to me…sadly. Rated T

Matthew wanted to ask Feliciano so many things about his brother, but his ideas are not quite link together. He really wants to know everything about him, but he's not sure why. Maybe is because he wants to be close to him to give his apologies, even though he gave them. He did want to ask him, but he barely knows about him and what would he think?

"~ve Matthew?" Matthew's purple eyes quickly stared at Feliciano that was scratching the back of his head, looking a little confuse. Matthew only replied by nodding.

"We didn't ask what they wanted" Feliciano says in a worry tone while Matthew frowns. "Go back?" Matthew asks keeping his voice down while Feliciano nods and walks away.

Matthew sits on a nearby bench watching closely the Italian as he walk away from where they came from.


Alfred was sitting on the desk while looking at Francis that was writing sitting next to the crystal window while his other two friends, Kiku and Yao, were busy printing and scanning papers and putting them back in order; it was monotone scene for him. He stands and walks around the room, getting in and out groaning while placing both hands on his stomach.

"I'm hungry! Matt better come quickly" he shouts grabbing the attention of his friends. Suddenly he turned around to the old man from before giving him few books while smiling.

"Young boy, can you place these books on the basement?" Alfred nodded and grabs the books and makes his way downstairs.

Alfred rushes downstairs and arrives to the floor below. He looks around endlessly looking for the basement door. He makes a few steps and stands in front of the two secretaries that quickly turn to see him.

"Basement?" she asks while Alfred nods. "Behind that painting" she points to the wall.

Alfred frowns, but he did what he was told. He stands in front of the painting and slowly moves it to the side to reveal stairs. He slowly places a foot in the first one and then continued down. When he reaches the room he turns the lights on. It was a mess. Pages were scattered all over the floor, book, a boxes with different things; he was really confuse. He slowly puts the books he was carrying on a small desk next to him and starts to search around the room.

"What's all this crap?" he mentally ask himself while grabbing a random box that was there and when he look inside is was full of books, which he quickly put it to his side. He kneels down and sees a chest hiding behind tables and he quickly goes down the tables and grabs it. He slowly opens it and gives a small peek inside of it and sees old documents and more books, which it surprised him. Deciding that this was boring he leaves the chest, stands and leaves the room.


The secretary that was typing on her computer looks at a small screen she had at her side and sees a policeman standing in front of the place along with a mailman, both making signs to the camera. She quickly opens the door and let them in.

"Sir, may I help you?" they nodded. "Can we use your phone?" She frowns, but turns around to look for the phone and gets startled when she felt something cold in her neck.

"Don't scream" the policeman whispered to her ear and she quickly nods. "Do as we say and perhaps you can keep your life" Shaking in fear she slowly turns around and nods at him, but left hand slips under the desk and quickly pushes a red button.

"What I do with this kid?" the mailman says while pointing with his gun at Alfred. Alfred quickly lifts his arms and leans against the wall. "Shoot him" It was the last thing Alfred's ears hear before the sound of the gunshot; the rest was the sound of his head against the floor, the echo of his heart pounding in his chest and his view getting dark.

"I'm always with you…I'm your brother and more than your brother, your twin. Anything that hurts you I will feel it too. No matter where you go…I will always follow your steps, even if I feel lost and insane…"

"Matthew…" Alfred slowly whispers as the same time he close his blue eyes.


"Alfred!" Matthew quickly shouts and stands, grabbing the attention of the few people that passed at that moment, but as quickly as he stands on his feet he fell to the ground. One of the bystanders quickly goes to his aid.

"Are you alright Matthew?"

Somehow he knew the owner of that voice, but he couldn't look. Matthew grips his hands to the chest and tears came running down his eyes. He was confused and scared at the same time. He wanted to know why his chest hurt so much and why he felt like he was call. He heard how two familiar voiced mingled together. He knew exactly who were, but his brother wasn't there and the only one that was there at that moment was…Romano? Yes, that's the owner of the other voice.

"Matthew…"

"Matthew…can you hear me?" he felt two hands that moved him around repeatedly, but he was in state of shock. Matthew only responded with mumbles. "Matthew say something jerk!"

Matthew closed his amethyst eyes and inside his mind images started to run back and forth. It was spring; the flowers were dancing along with the crispy early wind, the sky was clear and he could breathe peace. He was like five years old and he was running on the pasture, following his brother, but he quickly stop because his brother disappeared in front on his eyes.

"Matthew…Matthew I don't want to die, do something"

He turns around to look, but he found himself alone in that green pasture. No one was there, everything had perished. The wind stop, the flowers dried.

"Arthur? Alfred?" he whispers.

"Matthew…do something…I'm dying"

"ALFRED!" Matthew shouts.

"Matthew, wake up!"

"Romano? Is that you? I can't wake up" Matthew whispers.

Okay here is another chapter and I hope you all like it…leave a review please!