I'm back! :D

And I can proudly say that I am feeling loads better than before. Thanks to all of you my lovely fans. I just want to personally say that I couldn't have made a faster recovery without you. Yes, I'm still healing, but I am doing so much better. And I have been itching to write a chapter for you all. Sadly, this story will be coming to an end soon. However, I might add a few extra chapters, depending how I feel after my EOCT and FINALS. T_T I hate school.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters, except my character. Credit goes to the lovely Hidekazu Himaruya. I do, also own the plot to this little story.

Warnings- Yaoi, boyxboy, whatever you want to call it, Alfred's OOC, and other OOC, most importantly grammar and spelling errors.

NO FLAMING.

Enjoy lovelys.


The next hour, Feliciano and I sat quietly. Neither of us knew how to respond to one another. I moved to look at the silent Italian. Since my blow up and him revealing his long kept secret, the air around us grew tense. Taking another look at the small, less-energetic man beside me, I felt guitly. It was strange not hearing the Italian ramble on about pasta and being oblivous to the world around him. Instead he was serious and quiet. Bringing my hand up to his shoulder, I made to apologize.

"Hey...u-umm, about earlier, I'm r-really sorry. I don't know what over came me." There was silence before the Italian looked me in the eyes.

"Matthew, do not worry about this. I understand your reaction completely. It was actually expected. It's better to get it off your chest and believe me, even if it doesn't seem like it, it does help. You can yell at me but understand that I am not leaving you or Alfred alone. You are my friends, and right now you need someone." Tears welled up in my eyes. "Thank you."

Italy smiled and made to say something, when the doctor came out looking grim. "Mr. Williams, I'm afriad I have bad news."


*Aruthr*

I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for the stupid git to open the door. Looking at my watch, I growl in annoyance. I come thirty minutes early to surprise the git, and he's not answering. Sighing, I bend down to grab the key underneath the doormat. Walking into the dark house, I'm surprised when I don't trip on any dirty laundry or McDonald bags. Turing on the lamp, I take notice that the living room was spotless and didn't reek of that greasy disgrace called food. "America? I'm here..."

I called out hoping to get an answer. When I didn't hear anything, I wander into the kitchen. "America...Alfred are you here?" Still nothing. My eyes pop when I see that the kitchen is as clean as the living room. No dirty dishes nothing. Fear settled in the pit of my stomach. Somethings wrong. And it had been for weeks now, ever since his strange illness. Seeing Alfred pale and weak, scared me to no ends. But he only smiled at me and told me he was fine and not to worry. "Bloody idiot." I whisper to myself as I make my way upstairs. Alfred in 'heroic' way always put others happiness and well-being over his own. He wanted to make sure that no matter the situation they and myself was always smiling. Idiot. Anyways, I causally (not so much) made my way to his room when my moblie rang scaring me.

"Hello?"

"Hello love." Damn. The frog. "Aruthr?" Oh yeah.

"What?"

"Iz that any way to talk to someone on the phone?" I growled. "I don't care. What the hell do you want frog?"

"Ah. Well I wanted to know if you were already at Alfred's." I said yes.

"Good, Good. I shall be there in ten." Before he hung up I asked him if he noticed anything wrong with Alfred lately. He didn't answer for a while and I was scared that he hung up.

"Actually now that you mention it, he did seem a little off at the last meeting." Before hanging up he promised to help me when he got here. Snapping my moblie shut, I head to what I hoped was Alfred's room.

Opening the door, I was hit with red, white, and blue. Just my luck. With speed I didn't know I had, I began my search. From his dressers, to closets( Yes he has two), I found nothing. Looking at my watch I saw that I had been at it only five minutes. Damn. The meeting would start soon. A knocking brought me out of my thoughts and I rushed down to open the door.

It was the damn frog. He stood there smirking at me with a giant bowl in his hands. "What's that?" I asked angrily.

Francis shook his head. "I have no idea. You didn't zee this?"

"No." I mumbled darkly.

"Well let us see then." He removed the cover and what should be in it...pasta. There's only two people I know who love pasta, Romano and Feliciano. Romano doesn't particuarlly like Alfred, and well I have no idea why Feliciano would leave his pasta unattened.

Looking at my watch I saw we still had a good fifteen minutes to search.

"Have you looked on the bed?" Francis asked lazily as he researched the areas I already looked. I shook my head. Seeing the look on his face, I jumped onto the bed and threw the comforter and blankets off. "Nope already doing it." Creepy ass bastard.

Moving his pillow out of the way, I come across a black journal. Bingo. Hahaha. Picking it up I stared briefly at it. It would be wrong to read it...an invasion of privacy or something. But...I needed to know.

Opening I sat up and my eyes widened. A gasp escaped me, and tears began to pour down my cheeks. Francis, who finally freed himself, slaunterd over to me. "What iz it? What iz wrong?"

I couldn't answer. I was frozen. He snatched the book from me and quickly scanned it. I heard a thud and saw that the book had slipped from his hands. "No...this iz a lie. It cannot be true. Surely this is a joke for the April fools day?"

My head shook on its own. "N-no. That's his handwriting...all this time and I never knew." Francis sat beside me.

"I do not think he wanted anyone but Matthew to know." And suddnely anger replaced the saddness and guilt I felt. I stood up and began pacing.

"Why the hell didn't he tell anyone? How fucking selfish can he be? And of all things. Stupid git."

"Calm down Eng-"

"DOn't fucking tell me to calm down frog!" I yelled at him, cutting him off. "And you know what? I'm done. Through with him. He has been nothing but a little selfish prick. After the meeting I'm going to make sure everyone knows how just of a selfish prick he is."

Grabbing the book, I storm to the door, but a strong hand gripped my arm. "What iz it you are planning?" Francis asked darkly.

"What Alfred should have done."


**Francis**

The door slammed shut. I couldn't help but feel uneasy. In a few minutes, Aruthr would be 'spilling the beans' as one might say. What to do, what to do. A realization comes to mind. Matthew.


(Matthew)

"Mr. Williams, I'm afraid I have bad news." Those words scared me. Italy grabbed my hand and squeezed it softly. "As we were doing a full scan, we saw something. The growth of the cancer has progressed more than we thought.

My voice caught. "W-What?" Doctor Smith frowned. "Son there's no easy way to say this."

Italy looked at me and back at the doctor. "Say what?"

"Alfred has one month to live."


Dun, Dun, Dun...Cliffhanger :D

Why is Iggy being like this?

Could the doctor be wrong?

How is Matthew and Feliciano going to react?

Does Iggy tell?

And what of the other countries?

Heheheh.

Anyways what did you guys think? It was hard to write. Love ya- Maslowfan07