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Matthew looked like a deer in headlights as he stared at that car. He knew he needed to move, but he felt paralyzed. His heart was racing. Move, move, move, he kept thinking. But his legs just wouldn't respond. A pang of fear washed over him. The blond heard the horn over and over again, but still no response. Just as he closed his eyes, bracing for impact, he felt a hard pull at the back of his collar. Instinctively, he stepped back at the force of it. His eyes followed the car as it drove past. Matthew couldn't answer because of the one question. He couldn't move ten seconds ago, so why now? The Canadian's question was soon answered when he heard a voice.

"What the hell were you doing standing there! You could've been killed!"

Matthew turned and met the eyes of Gilbert. He could only stare, as he was to stunned for words.

'Gilbert just saved me, Gilbert just saved me, Gilbert just saved me!' Was the only thought going through Matthew's head. The albino stared at him.

"Hey! Mattie! Why were you just standing there?" he demanded.

"I…um…. I…" was the only think the blond could stutter out.

"Answer me!"

"I don't know! I just couldn't move!" Matthew retorted quickly.

"Couldn't move? You fucking scared the shit out of me!" Gilbert stated angrily.

"W…what?"

"What do you mean what? I thought you were going to die!"

Matthew blinked. Gilbert had been worried about him?

"You…were worried about me?"

Gilbert looked at him as if he were crazy.

"Of course I was worried about you! That's what friends do right?"

Matthew smiled warmly. He suddenly had a feeling, a rather nice feeling. The feeling he used to get when papa was alive, that feeling of being…cared for.

"So, Gilbert, why are you out here anyway?" Matthew asked.

"Well, I could ask you the same question," Gilbert replied.

"I live right across the street!"

"Yeah well I live this way too!"

Matthew blinked.

"Really?"

"Yeah really!" The albino said sharply.

"Okay, okay, sure. So how far do you live from my house?" The Canadian questioned.

"Depends, where's your house?"

The blond pointed to the house right across from where they were standing.

"Well damn, I live right down the street! A bit farther from here," he declared.

"Great, well I need to get home while Alfred is still at his club thing," Matthew said as he looked both ways before crossing the street once more.

"Okay…. see you tomorrow?"

After he was all the way across, the younger boy turned back to him.

"To…. tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see you tomorrow! Lunch time?" Gilbert said before walking back a bit to where a bike lay. He picked it up.

"Sure…. bye," The Canadian gave a small wave before walking towards his house.

He'd finally remembered his key, and unlocked the door. Matthew stepped inside, kicked off his shoes and walked up to his room. The blond had already finished all of his homework in class and absolutely had no idea what to do. Matthew sat on his bed, and then laid back thinking when he heard the door burst open. Assuming it was Alfred, he yelled.

"Alfred! Be quieter when you open that door would you?"

He was shocked to hear no loud response, but instead a quiet, more civilized one.

"Matthew? What on Earth are you talking about?"

Matthew knew that voice. That voice belonged to none other than Arthur Kirkland, his father who'd been away in London on a business trip. He wasn't supposed to be home for another week! So why would he…? Pushing the thought from his head, he hurriedly rushed down the stairs.

"H-hey dad! Sorry, I thought you were Alfred! What are you doing home so early?"

"No reason really, we finished early that's all," Arthur replied, "Speaking of which, where's Alfred? Surely he'd be home by now since you are here."

"Eh? Well he's at a club thing, he won't be home until later," Matthew said and Arthur nodded.

"I see," he paused and looked at him, "so, how have you been lately?"

Matthew looked at him quizzically.

"What do you mean? I've been fine."

Arthur shook his head.

"Not that, you know what I mean,"

Matthew shook his head. Oh, why did he have to ask?

"I…I need to go get something from upstairs! I'll be right back!" with that, he ran up the stairs, ignoring the Brit's calls.

His father hadn't asked him about that in years. It made him feel awful every time he thought about it. Placing the back of his fore arm over his eyes, memories of the past flowed into his mind.

"Mattie what are you doing!" fourteen-year-old Alfred shrieked as he busted into his younger brother's room.

His brother looked up, tears streaming down his face, blood streaming around the sides of his wrist, a knife loosely held in his other hand lying limp on the floor.

"I…" was all he could muster out.

Alfred ran over and grabbed one of the sheets on his brother's bed. He sat next to Matthew to wrap it around his wrist but only to see more than one cut. His eyes widened in surprise. Clenching harder onto the sheet, he wrapped it tightly around his wrist. Blood soaked through. Alfred's heart raced. Why was his brother trying to kill himself? What would make him do that?

"Mattie what on Earth possessed you to do that?" he yelled, causing his brother to flinch a bit.

More tears fell from Matthew's face.

"You don't understand!" the younger blond yelled back, "You don't understand what it's like to be me!"

"Then why don't you explain to me?"

Just then, Arthur walked in.

"What's all this blasted screaming ab-" he stopped when he saw the blood.

"Dad I-" Matthew was cut off.

"What in blazes are you doing? Why are you…?" Arthur said, worry in his voice.

"Alfred! Go get me the first-aid kit!" he walked over and kneeled down next to Matthew.

Alfred nodded and hurried out. Arthur pressed hard against his son's wrist with the sheet over top it in attempts to stop the bleeding. Alfred came back in moments later with the box. He rushed over and set it down next to him. Arthur still held one hand over Matthew's wrist and opened the box with his other. Pulling out the gauze, he bound it tightly.

"There. Now mind telling me what were you doing?" he demanded.

Matthew winced, but spoke in a shaky voice.

"I...I'm...s…s…sorry dad! I just...just...can't...live with... this anymore! No... no one ever notices me!"

"And why have you never talked to me about this?

"It's just...I thought that...I could end all this suffering if I...just...disappeared..."

Arthur shook his head, and suddenly, he wrapped his arms around the younger one.

"Matthew, nothing would be accomplished if you died. There are many people who love and care for you, and if you were to disappear, I don't know what I'd do," he looked at him, and smiled, "because you are more valuable to me than anything in the entire world."

Alfred sat next to him.

"Yeah! Even though, I don't see you and talk to you as much as I should, I'm still thinking about you and I couldn't ask for a better little brother!

Matthew allowed a small grin to curve on his lips and nodded. He hugged his father and his brother joined in on all the love.

"Promise me, Matthew, promise me you'll tell me if you feel like this again," Arthur asked him, "I'll always listen."

The younger one hesitated.

"I...I promise."

The Englishmen smiled and put a hand on his shoulder.

"That's what I wanted to hear, now come on, let's go make something for dinner."

He then stood, and walked out.

The Canadian got to his feet. He followed Arthur out the door with Alfred shortly behind.

Matthew removed his arm and squinted as he felt the light again. Inhaling deeply, he sat up and hung his legs over the side of the bed. He glanced down at his wrist and saw the fading marks of that time. Tracing his fingers along the many scars, he sighed. He'd made a promise that day, and he intended on keeping it no matter what.

Alfred had come home later that night, and when he saw Arthur, he practically pounced on him, causing the older man to fall. Alfred was closer to Arthur than he had been to Francis. Matthew had been Francis's kid. Alfred had been giddy with excitement. Arthur had scolded him for jumping on him, causing the American boy to comment on how old he was, leading into the Englishmen retorting with one of his 'fat jokes'. The blue-eyed boy would get offended and defend himself, and Matthew would laugh the whole while. If they told anyone they were brothers, anyone would believe them. He really did enjoy it when the family was around. Whenever Arthur came back, everyone was altogether, because deep down, he knew Francis was always with them.

Dinner that evening was far from quiet. Alfred complained at the fact that Arthur shouldn't cook and to let him and Matthew do it. The Canadian had absolutely no problem with helping out because he'd experienced himself that the Brit had no talent for cooking. The younger blond managed to talk him out of it and that he should rest until it was done. The brothers had spent a good hour in that kitchen, but managed to come up with something really great. It turned out to be a wonderful meal, with much chatting and catching up. When Arthur finally grew weary, he retired for the evening while Alfred and Matthew cleaned up before heading up to their rooms themselves. As the violet-eyed-boy lay down, he couldn't shake the feeling that something strange was going to happen tomorrow.

No translations this time lol. Anyway, thanks for all the reviews, story alerts, and faves~! Oh, and the story will start to pick up in the next chapter. Sorry if it's been boring up till this point!

-IchigoMelon