It took Matthew almost a whole week until he was released from the hospital. As soon as he arrived home, he went up to his room and began looking for the iron cross. He looked in his closet, in his drawers, under his bed, nothing. He didn't find the cross in his room, so he suspected that one of his family members took it.

"Hey Mattie," the Canadian jumped when he heard his brother's voice. Alfred laughed, "Dude, why are you so tense?" Matthew tried to think of a lie, telling his brother about the cross could jeopardize the plan that he formulated in his mind, "I'm just...looking for something." his gaze swept around his room, hoplessly staring at places that he could have possibly misplaced the cross. Alfred looked at his brother with worry, "Dude, something's troubling ya, right?"

"W-what? N-no, nothing's troubling me, eh."

"Mattie, I'm your bro, I know it when something's troubling you, it's clear on your face."

I guess I need to tell him...

"Remember several days ago, when you showed me that box you found with our old stuff in it? Well, there was an iron cross in that box that I took with me before I went to the hospital, and it's lost. So I was wondering if you took it or have seen it somewhere in the house."

A long silence answered Matthew, his brother tilted his head to the side. "An iron cross, huh. Dude, there was no iron cross in that box. All it had inside it was our photographs and that wooden toy soldier Arthur gave to me.

What?

Matthew was dumbfounded, "What do you mean? There was definately an iron cross in that box." he defended, but Alfred just stared at him in confusion. "Bro, are you feeling alright?"

"What about the small stuffed bear that we found?"

"What?"

"The polar bear that I used to own when we were kids."

"You mean the polar bear that you lost when we were kids? Dude, we never saw it again after you lost it."

But...I had it in my hands a few days ago...

"Alfred, stop playing games. Where is the cross and the bear?"

"Mattie, look you must be confused after all that happened-"

"Where is the cross and the bear, Alfred."

Matthew needed the cross for his plan to work. Without it, he doesn't know what his next move will be. They argued for a good four minutes until Arthur and Francis came upstairs to see what the commotion was about. "What's wrong, Matthew? Alfred?" Arthur asked the two boys, "Dad, Matthew's talking nonsense-"

"No, Alfred. You saw it with your own eyes, you saw the iron cross in my hands, you saw me clutching the bear in my hands. Don't deny it!" Matthew was already close to tears. The cross and the bear could've been the answer to all of his questions and doubts. The items could've led him to someone or something that could've explained why he cried his eyes out everytime the clock strikes 5. He could've clarified the dreams and bits of blurred memories that he kept on having, he could've discovered the identity of the boy with crimson eyes he kept dreaming of. The whole room was silent, none of the four moved nor talked.

"Mattie! Hey, birdie!"

Matthew broke the silence with a gasp, startling the other three.

"I'll be going somewhere for a little while, I hope you don't forget the awesome me."

"Mattie, bro! What's wrong?"

Wait, who are you? What's your name?

"Matthew, lad! Speak to us!"

"Don't leave..."

"Mon deiu! Please talk, Matthew!"

"I'll always be with you," he now saw him clearly. Matthew's heart skipped a beat as he gazed into the crimson red eyes of the person before him. His hair was as silver-like, and his smile made butterflies in his stomach flutter. Matthew wasn't sure who this person was, but he was certain that he has fallen in love with him."Are you sure? 'cause I have a feeling that you'll forget me, eh.""What? How could I ever forget mein birdie! I would die if I do.""You're an idiot. ""I know, but I'm your awesome idiot. Ich liebe dich, Matthew.""Je t'ame, Gilbert."

"GILBERT!" Matthew gasped. His brother and father's looked at him, Alfred paled when he heard the name. Arthur looked at Francis with a sad look in his eyes, Matthew smiled as tears fell from his eyes, "I have to find Gilbert, I have to find him!" he grinned like a fool.

Gilbert! Your name is Gilbert! I will find you, I promise!

He dashed out of his room and thundered down the stairs, he swung open the front door (probably breaking it in the process). He ran. He did not know where he was heading, but it did not matter. He just had to find Gilbert then all of his questions could be answered. He heard voices calling after him, though he did not care. He finally knew the boy in his dreams, now his mind was set to find him.

Forget about the cross and the bear, my plan can work with this.

OMFG, I was soo not in the mood when I wrote this. I was feeling depressed for f*ck's sake! I hate the shuffle option because there's a song that just puts you into the mood then after the song's done, another comes up that would sometimes ruin the mood.Me: *listening to 'Dive' by Ed Sheeran*Phone: Imma piss this b*tch off *Plays 'It's quiet uptown' from HamiltonMe: WTF, phone. ;-;(Don't read that crap I wrote)Ciao~