The countries in the living room all stared at Matthew and Gilbert as they held hands and stood before them. Alfred was the first one to break the silence as he walked over to Gilbert and smacked him across the face, grabbing Matthew and putting him behind him

"What the hell did you do to my baby brother!?" He growled, holding Matthew behind him and looking right into the eyes of the Prussian. Matthew looked stunned at Alfred

"A-Alfred...Please let me explain…" He muttered softly, biting his lip at his brother's over protectiveness. Alfred looked back to him as Gilbert stood still in shock

"No way Mattie! I can't believe you let this German piece of shit violate you like that!" he growled, pulling him away from Gilbert. Gilbert reached out to Matthew only to be punched in the gut by Alfred, sending him stumbling back into the wall. Alfred looked down at Gilbert

"You keep your filthy hands off of my brother!" he growled, going back to Matthew and the other countries

"W-Wait Gilbert!" Matthew called, being dragged away by Francis and his brother, tears spilling down his face

"Gilbert!" he cried, whimpering as he was dragged away.

Gilbert watched as Matthew was taken from Austria's home, coughing from the punch in his stomach from Alfred

"M-Matthew…" He muttered breathlessly, fighting back tears as Elizabeta crouched by his side, helping him up after a while

"Come on Gilbert you need to rest on the couch." she murmured, holding him up as he still seemed to be dazed by what had happened.

~To Matthew's Pov~

Matthew had been returned to his home in Canada and was currently locked in his own bedroom with Alfred outside the door, knocking lightly and trying to get a response out of his whimpering and crying Canadian brother

"Matt…will you please talk to me...please?" He asked softly, his ear pressed against the hard wood of the door, listening to the pitiful whimpers and cries of his little brother

"Hey...Matthew….I'm sorry about earlier bro but...Can...can we at least talk about it?" he asked gently, giving a light tap on the door. Matthew had had enough when he hear this, Alfred hadn't even talked to him about any of this when it really mattered, when he was with Gilbert earlier

"Go away Alfred!" He choked out through sobs, clutching his pillow as his bear pawed at his pants leg worriedly.

Alfred cringed at his brother's harsh tone "Come on Matt I-"

"I said go away!" The Canadian screamed, curling into a ball on his bed. Alfred blinked he started to feel a tinge of rage at the way his brother was acting over a German bastard that had probably only told Matthew all of that shit just to get into his pants, which he had succeeded in doing

"Matthew if this is about that German bastard he's not worth it! He only told you all that bullshit so he could have sex with you! I'm just trying to look out for you and I-!"

He was stopped by Francis putting a hand on his shoulder

"Alfred." he said softly

"Let me talk to him…" he finished, taking the spare key from his pocket as Alfred left, giving a light tap on the door as he opened it

"Matthieu? Its papa…I'm coming in," He murmured, slowly opening the door and closing it behind him. He walked over and sat on the bed

"Shh...It's okay Mon petite Matthieu." He cooed comfortingly, running gentle fingers through Matthew's hair. Matthew sniffled and moved so he was snuggling close to his papa's chest, Francis' comforting arms wrapped around his little boy

"Talk to me Matthieu." he said softly, petting his hair and kissing his forehead. Matthew's whimpers soon quieting as he was comforted.

"I-I love him papa…." He said softly, burying his face in Francis' shirt as the older blonde held him close

"I know Mon cherre...I know.." He said softly, kissing Matthew's forehead

~ WeDoWeDoooWahWah Time lapse in the TARDIS ~

Matthew sighed heavily as he leaned back on his couch. He was alone in his home right now, other than the bear that was currently curled up at his side. Matthew's hair was all a mess and his clothes were wrinkled because he hadn't changed from the loose-fitting tee and sweatpants that he had slept in. His eyes were puffy and red from the tears that he hadn't been able to stop crying for an entire long week, then two and three weeks. He hadn't been able to think of anyone or anything other than Gilbert and his love for the crazy albino that he had been dragged away from what seemed like forever ago. He had locked all of his doors and the only one he ever let in was his papa and Arthur on one day who had given him some Chamomile Tea and made him forget for a few brief seconds before the Prussian had popped back into his mind. Matthew felt tears streaming down his cheeks as he thought about Gilbert some more, his wonderfully warm smile, his crazy laugh, his loving kisses, and that night...that night that he had taken his virginity...how gently and carefully he had been taking Matthew's purity and making his body his. It was all almost like a dream now. If only he could hold his wonderful Gilbert again, kiss him again, hear that wonderful laugh. He was snapped out of his trance by a wet tongue licking his hand, jumping a bit and then looking down to Kuma who had his paw on Matthew's knee and looking up at him with sparkling and curious black and beady orbs

"Hungry." he said softly, blinking curiously. Matthew chuckled softly at his expression and ruffled the little bears fur.

"How about I fix us both some lunch huh~?" He asked quietly, picking the little bear up and standing from the couch

"Okay." The bear stated blankly, paws on his owners chest as they walked to the kitchen. Matthew smiled and placed the little bear on the island in the kitchen and going to the fridge. He pulled out a can of fresh Tuna and put it into the little bears food bowl and sat it down in front of him. Kuma happily ate his food as Matthew leaned back on the counter
"On second thought...I'm not really hungry…" He muttered, moving Kuma and his bowl to the floor before heading back into the livingroom and sprawling out on the couch with a heavy sight, tears falling down his face again as he began to think even more about Gilbert, curling up into a ball and whimpering softly.

"G-Gil...Gil…."