Characters: Matthew, Alfred, Francis

Warnings: Strange dream, Sad Alfred

Italics are memories.

'Anything in these are thoughts'

Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine (I would not be worthy) and belongs to Himaruya Hidekazu.


Matthew was drifting in and out of sleep. His eyelids wieghed to much for him to open, he was to tired and felt so light.

"I remember seeing Alfred, Francis and Arthur walk into my hospital room but... Nothing after." His voice echoed back to him from the darkness around him.

"..."

"Hmm?"

"..."... "..."

"Voices?"

"..."

"...?"

".."

"Why can I not hear what they are saying?" Matthew's questioning echo, swiftly vanished, suddenly he felt his body grow tired. The black abyss surrounding him began swirling within itself. "Where am I?" He thought aloud. Feeling his mind shut off, he could no longer bring himself to think. Giving up on fighting his confused state, it's surrounding's and the questions he knew will not be awnsered, Matthew allowed the soothing abyss' darkness cacoon him, Matthew felt sudden warmth. Warmth that seemed to promise him love.


"Wait! Alfred! Why did you not take the elevator? The satirs were at the end of the hall!" Francis yelled after him as soon as the frenchman exited the hospital's front doors. Alfred didn't want to talk, he needed to think!

'Mattie was always smiling, if he felt like..' "Arggghh!" He growled in frustration, pulling at his hair. 'Why didn't he just ask for help!?'

"Finally! I know your mind is probly racing Alfred, but you need to stay calm."

Still pulling at his hair, Alfred turned around feeling frazzled, his eyes begging for awnsers. "How do I stay calm? Mattie just told us how crappy we are as a family!" Closing his eyes tightly to make sure no more tears got out, he took in a deep breath. Holding in the breath until he felt his lungs begin to burn, he tilted back his head and opened his eyes. "He said he wished he had a family Francis... How can he feel that way? How can he say that?... Even when we battled against eachother... I could never think we were not a family."

"Alfred.. We all have our own ways of coping. Mathieu just needs to know we care for him and are here for him." Alfred heard the uncertainty in Francis' forced hopeful voice, realizing the encouragment was for both of them.

Seeing Francis' less than hopeful smile, Alfred suddenly felt drained. "You aren't doing very well with this either Francis. Lets get some food..." Looking up towards the hospital, Alfred felt a weight inside his stomach as he turned and began walking away. Alfred was not sure if he even wanted to eat anymore. He just felt... Empty.

"We can pick up Gilbert's pancakes and Arthur's tea on our way back, I do not think they would be amused if we brought thier food to them cold." Francis spoke up as they crossed the street.

Alfred wanted to laugh, but felt it would cost him energy he currently did not have, deciding on just a small smile. "We should bring it to them cold. They can just leave to get their own food when we get back." Alfred knew Francis heard his words as the empty threats they were.

"Here is a good place." Francis suprised Alfred by turning and cutting him off, entering a small resturant.

Following after the frenchman, Alfred pushed against the alredy closing door and was greeted by a comforting scent. 'Pancakes?' Looking around the resturant was not extravagant or upper-class, if anything it calmed him. The neutral color's of the tables and walls mixed with the small randomly placed fake flowers. Noticing movement, Alfred looked over to see Francis was already seated and was waving him over. Following the soft brown square designs on the floors carpet, he made his way over to their table and sat down across from Francis. "I didn't know you would even eat in a place as low-key as this Francis." Looking around, Alfred saw a few couples, enjoying a late lunch and a few other people, calmly reading papers, allowing themselves a few liesurely bites, before returning to what they were reading.

Francis' chuckle caught Alfred's attention, making him look over. "Oui, I do not come here often, only when I need a break from things... Sometimes one needs to enjoy small things before attempting to face larger troubles."

Wanting to say something, Alfred opened his mouth, stopping before being interrupted by the approach of a well groomed waiter. Stopping at their table, he asked if they would like to see the days specials. Alfred and Francis quickly scanned the menu and gave their orders before the waiter took their menus and left. Alfred, looking around, decided to take the frenchman's advice. Leaning back against his chair, Alfred streatched his arms in front of him, over the table, continuing a slow movement, he moved them away from eachother. Stopping when his arms were the farthest apart, he let out a breath and placed his hands onto the table. He closed his eyes and felt a small smile on his face.

"Alfred, we all care about Mathieu. To help him, we must first make sure we, ourselves are okay. If we try helping him before we are ready, we may mistake our worry for our own guilt... Are you okay to help Mathieu?"

Not opening his eyes, nor trying to stop his smile from growing, Alfred felt a warmth inside himself as he remembered playing as children with his brother.

Arthur took them to one of Alfred's warm beaches, Alfred swam circles around Matthew, while his brother only wanted to enjoy the ocean and sun's warmth. Matthew would easily overpower him during snowball fights during the colder winters, when Alfred was busy focusing on keeping his hands warm while making his ammo. When they went home, soaking wet during the cold weather, they were awarded a talking-to from Arthur, while he dried Alfred's hair... Arthur forgot about Matthew, Alfred would sit behind his brother and dry the others honey locks.

"There is nothing I would not do for Matthew, Francis... He would do the same for me without hesitation. He is my smart, sarcastic, passive-agressive brother." Opening his eyes and meeting the others proud blue's, Alfred knew he had to at help his brother no matter the cost.

"You have grown Alfred." Francis said as the waiter placed their food on the table and once more, taking his leave. Francis' soft smile shifted into a more teasing one as Alfred picked up his fork. "I was beginning to wonder when you would grow up, but alas, you did it with none of us realizing."

"Is that a compliment, dude?" He asked,his fork paused an inch from his mouth.

"Only you can decide, Alfred. Bon appetit." Alfred was already pushing more food onto his fork, his hunger returning from wherever it had gone, while Francis picked up his fork, smiling.


Oui-Yes

Bon appetit-Enjoy your meal

His dreams are becoming more comforting? Matthew didn't have a nightmare! This is during the time Arthur and Gilbert were having their talk, so that's why it is mostly focusing on Alfred and Francis. Can you imagine a confused, tense, emotionally unstable Alfred!? I would rather not acctually... I think Francis needed some time to calm down after... what happened.. So yeah, I hope you are enjoying the story so far! -HUGGLEZ- HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

And I just want to tell you I can only update once in a while now "I'm so sorry TT-TT" I have no luck in life... I just get in the habit of writing this story and BOOM a bunch of things happen and my boring life gets busy u.u "Why?...Why?"