"Mattie?"

Pushing the large oak door to the small pale green house open, Lars called inside. "Mattie?"

As he entered the house, he noted how dark it was inside. The house use to be so light and joyful, but now it was pitch black and Lars was stumbling through it like an idiot. He growling in frustration as he made his way through the hall way and to the bedroom. "Matthew? Are you in here, lovely?" He heard a soft whimper and emitted out a long and drawled out sigh. Matthew lay in the middle of the floor, crying and hugging on to a large black sweatshirt that smelled of a certain German.

Lars knelt down in front of Matthew and brushed his hair back softly.

"Hey,"

Matthew looked up at him and glared light heartedly, "H-Hey…"

"Matthew… He's not coming home."

"Shut up Lars." He hissed and chewed on his lip, "He will come home…"

"Matthew, he is in a coma… he's been that way for three years now…" He picked up Matthew and held him in his arms. "Just marry me." He smiled softly, "I can offer you everything you need Mattie… Nothing is holding us back anymore, it's just you and me Mattie… We can get married and live in a big house and-"

"No."

"What?" Lars growled lightly, "Why not?" He demanded quietly.

"I don't want to marry you. I need to wait for Gil."

"Mattie… He's never coming home." Lars sighed softly, "You know this, you told him yourself that you hated him, I don't understand your constant need for him when he didn't even love you! He was a lying cheater! I can win your heart! I would never cheat on you! I would lo-"

"Lars! I don't wasn't that!" He yelled. Matthew Williams yelled. Gaining more courage, Matthew got to his feet and stood tall. He was sick of needing someone else to love him. He was sick of relying on someone to constantly be there. Lars was right, Matthew didn't need Gilbert, but he didn't need anyone. He was independent. Strong. And he was sick of being everyone's little helpless lunatic.

He walked to his closet and got out his old leather gear from his teen years. It didn't take long for him to put it all on, he tuned Lars out as he smirked, walking out of the house and down the street, not giving a shit anymore.

He laughed at Lars' car, kicking the poor Truck and making a large dent.

"Mattie?!" Lars shrieked as he ran after him, "Mattie, stop!"

"Don't call me Mattie." He hissed over his shoulder with a smirk. "It's Matt, and leave me alone, douche."

Lars looked very surprised, Matthew had never acted like this before, he wasn't known for being loud and out spoken, that was Alfred, the druggie, the smoker, the drinker, the partier. Not Matthew.

Matthew flipped him off as the walked away, plucking his phone out of his studded pocket. He dialed Arthur and sighed, "I hate you, I need a party."

Arthur smirked and played with Francis' hair fondly, "I'm at one right now, Lots of drugs though, are you ready for that kind of Party, Little Birdie?" he chuckled as Francis pressed kisses down his neck lovingly.

"Shut your whore mouth, I'm ready."

Half an hour Later, Matthew was at Alfred's house, drinking a large amount of beer, laughing and singing along to the songs the band played. He swayed along with the songs and twirled around, obviously drunk off his ass. He laughed loudly and ran into a large German man with a smaller drunk Italian hanging off of him.

"Sorry!" Matthew chirped and laughed.

"Its all right…" Ludwig murmured and stared at Matthew for a long while, trying to figure out how he knew him… he recognized the blonde from something. School? No… Ludwig and Feliciano had gone to school together and Feli knew everyone… Maybe he's his dentist…? Maybe he knew Gi-

"Matthew?!" Ludwig shrieked and dropped his fiancé.

"ow!" Feliciano whined from the ground. Ludwig scrambled to pick him up. He lifted him up, bridal style, and kissed his temple, being gentle, causing Feli to giggle and blush. Ludwig patted himself on the back in his mind, he was slowly getting ten times better at being gently. He then shook his head and turned back to speak with the smaller Canadian, but Matthew had been dragged away by a large Cuban man.

"Matt!" the Cuban man laughed, "I save some for you! I know you like it and Arthur told me you had come!" he smiled and shoved a paper brown bag at him, the content's rattling around in what sounded like a pill bottle.

"Thanks, Juan (Hetalia Wiki said so…)" Matthew giggled drunkenly and ran off to a separate room. He dug out the contents and gulped, Gilbert got him out of drugs. He got him away from this life, he helped him, he would be disappointed to see him fall back down the abyss, but then again… Gilbert wasn't here, and when he did come back, Matthew could stop whenever he wanted to, right?! He could just stop doing drugs and drinking when Gilbert came back! He could be normal then.

But…

What if Gilbert doesn't want him when he gets better? What if he wanted Matthew to stay clean and now that he wasn't gilbert wouldn't want to date him?

He laughed and smiled, Gilbert already hated him.

He began to take the drugs.

Thanks for the Memories, Gilbert, but I'm about to forget them all.