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The first thing Matthew was aware of when he woke up was pain. Pain that had woken him in the early hours of the morning and made him bite down on his pillow to quell the whimpers coming from inside. It was as if knives where being inserted into his stomach and left arm, causing Matthew to struggle to breathe and sweat to drip from his face. After a short while the pain slowly started to decrease in intensity and Matthew was able to sit up from his foetal position. He figured that he must have moved in his sleep which caused his injuries to hurt more. The Canadian checked his arm to find a couple of the cuts from a few hours ago had begun to bleed again. He checked and was relieved to see that no blood had stained his bed-sheets and warily stood up.

A wave of light-headedness hit him and he had to grab the wall to stop himself collapsing back onto the bed. Matthew decided a shower was desperately needed and it might make him feel better so he slowly made his way to the bathroom using the wall as an anchor.

The hot water eased his tense and tired muscles, and soothed the pain in his stomach though the powerful jet stung his arms a little. He pulled the rest of the bandage off with a hiss at the sharp pain, as most of it had come loose and fallen off in the short time he was asleep it was only attached where blood had dried it to the skin. After a little scrubbing the rest of the dried blood came off and when he felt he was suitably clean, Matthew turned off the water jet and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself off as best he could and re-bandaged his arm, wincing at how many cuts he had done the night before.

I guess I went a little overboard, eh? It was a while since I last did it…I should probably keep an eye on those, I don't want to lose too much blood.

When he was bandaged, he wrapped a towel round himself and wandered back to his room.

Matthew decided to wear a pair of dark jeans and a red long-sleeved top with a white maple leaf in the middle. His clock told him it was still a long time before anyone would be awake so he decided to listen to some music on his mp3 player until it was a more reasonable time to be awake.

When it was almost time for Alfred to start waking up, Matthew decided to make some breakfast pancakes. He absentmindedly mixed the batter and started making them on autopilot.

Just as Alfred walked down Matthew realised he had made a lot more than he had meant to. He knew Alfred could eat a lot but that many would make him ill…

He decided to be neighbourly and give some to the new arrivals as they had used up the last of their food the day before. Alfred pulled a load of pancakes onto his plate and dragged made a cup of coffee from the coffee machine. He moved at the speed of someone in their late 70's with a severe muscle problem. That's just how he was in the morning. Matthew just assumed it had something to do with the amount of energy he used during the day which meant at night and in the mornings he was like a walking zombie. After a couple mouthfuls of coffee he started to resemble something that might be considered human. "Aren't you havin' nuffin?" He mumbled in his hazy state.

"I've already had some." Matthew replied, which was a lie. He hadn't eaten anything as he was feeling sick but he didn't want his brother worrying about him. "I'm just going to take these to the new neighbours." Matthew added, sliding the rest of the pancakes into a clear plastic tub. He made his way over the road and as he was approaching he heard the sounds of muffled shouting coming from within. He hesitantly pressed the doorbell and waited nervously for someone to open the door.

After a while he pressed it again and was going to give up when the door was opened by the overly-muscular blonde man whom he and Alfred had met a few days ago. When he opened the door he looked down at Matthew in confusion from his towering height.

"Hallo?…can I help you?" He asked tentatively.

"Hello, I'm Matthew, we m-met the other day… I made some s-spare pancakes and thought you guys might… might like them…" Mathew replied shyly, avoiding eye contact with the intimidating German.

Ludwig looked taken aback by this at first before accepting the box from the Canadian. "That is extremely kind of you, the ones you made yesterday were extremely enjoyable though there was only a small amount left by the time we had returned." He said, still looking rather surprised at the kindness of the smaller boy. At this point the Spanish boy, Antonio, walked to the front door.

"Ludwig who's…ooh! Pancakes! Did you make these for us again? You are too kind amigo! Luddie and Gil were supposed to buy food yesterday but they only bought beer!" Antonio spoke rapidly, not leaving space for anyone to reply. Ludwig developed a rather deep blush as Antonio mentioned the beer, almost as deep as Matthew's as he was being complimented and the Canadian decided that maybe Ludwig wasn't so terrifying after all…

Though I hope that I never get in a fight with him, ever.

Ludwig started muttering excuses about the beer and Antonio just smiled in his usual overly bright manner but Matthew was once again overcome with a feeling of dizziness. He gripped the side of the house near to him to steady himself as the world became slightly blurry. Damn it I must have lost too much blood last night…

Ludwig stopped stammering and looked to Matthew who had turned a strange grey colour. "Are you okay Matthew?" The way he pronounces my name is strange… like he's saying Match – hue

"He's right, you don't look so good amigo…" Antonio held on to Matthew's shoulders to steady him as he had started to sway a little.

When he realised that they had been talking about him, Matthew mumbled a slightly slurred "m'fine" at which the German and Spaniard shared a look and decided to lead him into the house.

They sat him at the sofa and Antonio got him a glass of water.

"Are you okay, amigo?" Antonio asked for about the fifth time as he took the empty glass from the Canadian.

"Thank you, I'm fine now." Matthew replied embarrassedly. And he was, the dizzy spell had mostly cleared and his mind was less foggy.

"Are you still going into school?" The Spaniard asked as the German left to, as he put it, 'get his lazy arschloch of a bruder out of his damn bed'. Matthew nodded in response and the Spanish man looked apprehensive. "What school do you go to?" He asked, to which Matthew replied the name of his school and Antonio visibly brightened. "That's where we go today! It's our first day, except Francis who starts tomorrow. Hombre had a little too much to drink last night, you know." The Spaniard deflated slightly, as if this was a regular occurrence he wasn't happy about. After what felt like a millisecond slip in his usual appearance Antonio was smiling brightly once again. "Anyway, we can take you to school! We'll drive you so we know you're okay!" He spoke enthusiastically again and Matthew was in too much of a heartfelt daze to decline.

Someone is actually noticing me… and they actually want to make sure I'm okay? I don't…I don't understand. It's amazing, it feels really strange. Two people have been able to remember me. And he can see me still! I don't understand.

Some muffled shouting in what sounded like German from the harsh accent snapped Mattie out of his daze and soon Ludwig re-joined the group in the living room. "I'm going to set out the pancakes, it seems we have found something that will get Gilbert out of bed before noon." He said almost in shock. Antonio laughed and also had a look of surprise,

"We tipped ice on him and he doesn't move, pancakes and he gets up. Gilly is so strange sometimes!" He laughed to Matthew good naturedly. "Oh and Mattie's coming with us to school today." He called into the kitchen where Ludwig had escaped to. After a couple more stories of attempts to get the near albino German out of bed from Antonio the man himself entered the living room.

"The awesome has arrived!" He laughed obnoxiously, his hands on his hips and a cocky smirk on his face. He was wearing leather trousers and grey t-shirt over a black long-sleeved top. The T-shirt had the word "AWESOME" in big black bold letters. Matthew smiled slightly at this, it suited the teen's personality in the same way that Matthew's maple-leaf top suited the Canadian boy.

"Good morning Gil!" Antonio said happily, standing up to give him a hug.

"Always with the hugs 'Toni! Mein Gott…. Anyway where are mein pancakes? I was promised pancakes!" He said with what looked like a pout at the thought of being misled. Antonio laughed and poked the pouting lip,

"I'll just go help Luddy make them. He's not so good with the cooking like me or Francis… keep an eye on Mattie, okay?" He said quickly as he headed to where the blonde man had gone.

"Mattie?" The silver haired boy asked confusedly, noticing Matthew on the sofa. "You! I met you the other day, you live opposite right?" He asked, perching himself on the arm rest of the sofa. Matthew nodded, another wave of nausea and dizziness had struck and his skin tone was almost identical to Gilbert's.

"You okay Matt? You look like shit." Gilbert said simply from where he was sitting. Matthew rose from the chair as he got the metallic feeling in the back of his throat and before he knew it he was hunched over being sick on the floor.

"Sheisse! So un-awesome!" Gilbert yelled as Matthew rather violently threw up in his living room.

"I am so sorry!" Matthew said sincerely, face fully covered in a humiliated blush but before he could say anything else the edges of the world started going black and turning sideways. The last thing he could sense was someone shouting his name but it sounded like it was being yelled through a tunnel.

How was it? I never know with these things... usually when I like it it's bad and vice versa...

Poland's pony was like totally happy with giving rides to all you people cause you are all so awesome, but, like flying mint bunny he needs to rest. This time reviewers get to feed Mr Puffin, Iceland has been kind enough to lend us him for a short amount of time...

~Ore-sama

Bruder = brother

arschloch =asshole

Sheisse = shit (More commonly known as having the B thing [cantrememberthename] but I don't have that on here and the B with-a-tail means "ss" so...yeah)