Alright so here we go!
Disclaimer: I won nothing except my imagination!
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Matthew paced nervously back and forth in the Alfred's kitchen. He was pacing because he was worried. He was worried because his brother was acting strange. He had been silent the entire drive home which was strange.
What really put Matthew so on edge though was the fact Alfred said he was skipping supper.
That never happens.
EVER.
So unsure of what to do Matthew made pancakes. It was therapy for him. Calmed him down and helped him think.
Plus it might lure down his brother.
He was on maybe his third dozen when he finally decided to call for help.
"What do you bloody want!? It's too late to be making phone calls!"
"Arthur are you with Francis?"
"No…"
"Good put it on speaker so I can talk to both of you at once please."
"I said he wasn't here!"
"You're in a bad mood that means you're either drunk or around Francis. But that's not important right now-"
"Hello Matthieu! I am glad to hear you calling-"
"Give me back my bloody phone!"
"Now, now Anglettere, Matthieu wants to talk to both-"
"ALFRED REFUSED TO EAT SUPPER!"
"…"
"We will be there tomarrow."
"Good bring Japan with you to, ok? He can bring a game to help cheer Alfred up. Or find out what exactly if going on."
"Got it."
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The next morning Matthew opened the door to see not three people, like he was expecting, but instead there were seven.
Arthur looked at him apologetiacally. Francis and Gilbert were discussing how to ambush Alfred, Ludwig was being dragged by a worried Feliciano, China was whispering to his panda and Japan was looking past Matthew into the house.
Matthew flew out the door and hugged Francis and Arthur in a bear hug.
"Matthieu what is the matter?"
"T-The person upstairs can't be my brother…h-he refused to eat…twice. Not only that but I asked if he wanted to have a Star Wars marathon and he said he didn't want to watch a marathon!" Matthew was sobbing when he finally finished.
"Shhhh, it's ok Matthieu…it's ok."
Japan was the first to speak after a moment of silence.
"This is…most concerning."
"Aiyah! If America refused food once, I concerned. If he refuse twice, then it not him, aru!" China said.
"Hmm…he must be lacking his daily dose of AWESOME!"
"Nein, Bruder, I think it is just you."
As everyone entered the house and kept debating, that's when someone asked the most obvious question:
"Ve~ is Alfred depressed?"
Silence.
"America never depressed, aru!"
But if he bloody refused to eat twice…"
Matthew could feel the panic settle in as the other nations stared at the ground. None of them looked like they had any help to offer.
This was horrible. Alfred never refused food. He never shut up. And most importantly he never let his smile disappear.
In one night he had shattered all three.
Why?
"Canada-san where is Alfred-chan?"
Matthew snapped back into reality.
"He is up in his room. It has been really quiet up there this morning."
What shocked him was when Arthur shot up the stairs.
"A-Arthur?"
Matthew and the other nations took off after Arthur.
Arthur threw open his door and the others ran up behind him. They looked into Alfred's room.
There was no one there.
Laying on the bed was his phone.
Wherever Alfred was he didn't want anyone bugging him.
That was NEVER a good sign.
Especially when it came to Alfred.
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This might have been my longest chapter yet!
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