After Alfred had fallen asleep when they had gotten back, Matthew went to England's. He had been waiting for this for a long time. He had the paper in his jacket pocket. England was sure to say yes. He hated Alfred too. Matthew knocked on the door and Arthur called that he was coming He opened the door a minute later and let him in.
"What was so important that you had to come and ask right away?" The Brit asked as Matthew took off his shoes. Mattie walked into the kitchen and actually smelled something good.
"You actually made that?" Mattie asked.
"Just tea…" Arthur rolled his eyes. Matthew took a seat and smiled at him. A smile Arthur had never seen on his face. He remembered a long time ago when Alfred used that smile to get what he wanted. He sat down across from Matthew.
"Arthur. I need your help on something." Mattie said slowly, watching the older nation's reaction.
"With?" Mattie brought out the paper and unfolded it, turning it and giving it to England.
"Alfred." Arthur's eyes widened in surprise and soon turned to regret and anger.
"Matthew, he's my brother…" Arthur whispered getting up. He walked over to the window and starred out. Matthew got up and put a hand on his shoulder.
"He broke away from you. He hurt you. Don't you want to get back at him for that?" Matthew asked. His voice was different. Something in it made England turn.
"I can't…"
"What if I give you something if you help me?" Matthew bargained
"Matthew I-"
"You can have America. He'll be yours again." Matthew smiled as Arthur considered his offer. "All you have to do is sign on the line and he'll be as good as yours again." Arthur nodded slowly. Mattie led him back to the table and Britain slowly signed on the line, closing Alfred's fate. One more to go. Matthew thought with a smile. I won't be forgotten for long.
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Alfred woke up with a jerk. It was around Midnight. Matthew was gone still and he was hungry. He hurt still, but he remembered Gilbert telling him not to die until it was his nation's time. He got up and put his feet to the ground. He could feel the carpet. He felt the softness. He hadn't felt that for a long while. He smiled and got off the bed, and yawned. He walked to the kitchen and smiled when he grabbed a can of coke, chugging it down instantly. He looked around and grinned. He remembered times here when he was alone, and times when he was with Gilbert. He walked back to the couch and flipped on the T.v. and changed it to play a video game. He played for a little while before his stomach growled loudly in hunger. He had killed his character twice and killed all the zombies he was supposed to until he leveled up. He paused the game and put the controller down, stretching out again. His stomach growled in protest and he took his phone from the table next to the couch, and ordered some pizza.
((America's part in this was cute. But Mattie's!? I mean... Come on... I'm so horrible~))
((No one likes you.))
((STOP SAYING THAT!))