A/N: Wow...I know...really late...What can I say? It was too nice to sit in front of my computer and write, and I have come to believe procrastination should be my middle name...Anyway, I won't talk long so you can all read the new chapter! I hope it was worth the wait! And thanks to all who reviewed! You made my day!

Disclaimer: Can't remember whether I put it on the last chapters, but better safe than sorry! Yeah...I definitely don't own Hetalia!

Chapter 6

Alfred sat next to his brother for what felt like an eternity, petrified over what the voice said.

"Are there ghosts here?" He asked out loud, just listening to his voice echo. Hey, he thought, that sounds so cool! So for the next few minutes, Alfred raised his spirits by yelling things like "CANUADIA!" and "DOOVALAKY!" out into the darkness and giggling uncontrollably at the echoes. Unfortunately, his fun did not last long. Just before he could yell something again, a large noise came from above his head.

He felt something fall onto his head, and yelled out in pain. After that first one, more and more fell and Alfred threw himself on top of his brothers sleeping form to shield him. It ended when a voice came and spoke again. "ENOUGH! They have learned their lesson. Do something like that again, and we will not be so kind."

Alfred was crying now, the pain of heavy objects repeatedly hitting him over was over whelming, and he just lied over his brother whimpering. Out of no where, the box beneath him dropped, and he flipped over to keep his brother from getting hurt. Hero's never let their loved ones get hurt. He thought to himself as he braced for the impact. Alfred cried out in pain as he slammed into the floor, but soon was taken over by darkness.

It was around the time that the platform beneath the children fell that Matthew began to awake. He panicked at first, but after hearing a noise from under him and hitting something soft, he froze. As he began to turn over to see what it was, he became very dizzy, and rolled off of what he was on top of. After recovering, he looked over to see his brother lying very still next to him.

Panic seized him at the sight of his brother lying motionless next to him, and Matt began to shake him in a desperate attempt to wake him up. "Alfred! Alfred!"

He got no reply. Matt curled into a ball, and started cry. Cry for his brother, his fathers, himself. It was at that moment he realised something was missing. "Kuma?" Matt said, looking around for his beloved bear. "Kuma? Kuma!" Matt was nearing hysteria now, and his missing bear sent him over the edge. He screamed, and clutched his brother, crying even harder now. "Wake up! Please Al! Wake up!" Alfred lied still next to him, and Matt cried himself to sleep, curled up next his brother like Al was his life line.

Almost an hour after the first round of attacks, Alfred woke up. Groaning, Alfred looked over to his side, and saw his brother next to him. To his relief, Matt looked okay, except for the bump on his head. Alfred slowly stood up, wincing in pain, and began to explore the moving contraption they were on. There were cables and belts going from where he was standing all the way up the tunnel, past where he could see. Alfred limped over to the center and ran his hand along the belt.

It was old and rough, and moved slowly. He cried out in pain as his hand hit a rough spot and pulled it away. Clutching his injured hand to his chest, Alfred moved back next to his brother and sat down. The silence in the shaft was unnerving, and Alfred wished that his brother would wake up soon so he'd have someone to talk to. Sighing, Alfred started to rub his brother's arm in a soothing fashion because Matt had started to whimper in his sleep. Suddenly, Matt gasped, and jolted awake, screaming his brother's name.

Alfred wrapped his arms around Matt in an attempt to comfort him, but his brother just began to struggle more. "Matt!" Al said. "Matt! Mattie! Calm down! It's just me. It's Alfred."

"A-a-alfred?" Matt said, tears streaking his face. Alfred smiled and nodded, but as he went to give his brother a hug, he felt a sharp pain in his side. Gasping, Alfred curled into a ball, trying-and failing-to hold back his tears. "Alfred!" Matt yelled, shocked at the way his brother looked. He ran over to Alfred, and tried to figure out what was wrong.

Checking over his brother in the dim light, Matt noticed Alfred had a lot of bruises covering his body, and his face was flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Moving his hand to feel his brother's forehead, Matt gasped at the heat radiating from his brother's body, yet the boy was shivering like he was freezing. Loud coughs racked through Alfred's body, and he sat there whimpering. Perplexed, Matt just held his brother, trying to comfort him in anyway possible and relieve his pain.

"Daddy, Papa," Matt whispered into the dark, "hurry."

A/N: And that's a wrap! Chapter 6 is done! Yeah, evil cliffy...cookies to the reviewer who guesses Alfred mysterious illness! PM me your answers please! I hope you all enjoyed it! Updates may not be so punctual, but I'll try not to leave you too long! LittleK3 has left the building! Later!

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