Yup, I updated again! Welcome to another installment of Starcrossed! What's in store for us this time? Uhhh the first part is another boring "I love you" angsty scene but the last part gets a bit interesting. It develops Matthew and Alfred's friendship...or something more. -haha I would never. This story is a proud UsUk love-dovey angsty story. I think last time I said something about 20 chapters...uh I'm going with 30ish now. And an epilogue! Yes, an epilogue! I'm already thinking about the ending but not the middle...damnit! Whatever! Remeber to review! I feel bad that I never actually respond to my reviews so here's my large response right now: I LOVE ALL OF YOU AND YOU'RE ALL AWESOME AND THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Warnings: Strong language, a bit of boy love and some slightly mature themes (just incase)...

Disclaimer: /In mild depression/ because I will never own hetalia!


It was almost two in the afternoon when Alfred finally woke up. "Wow, you've got a lot of books," he announced.

Startled, Arthur dropped one of his books. He turned around and scratched the back of his head. "Oh, hey you're finally awake. Yeah, I guess I do have a lot of books." His slanted bookshelf was now completely filled with classic British literature.

Alfred yawned and yanked the forest green covers off of his body. "I told you Tylenol makes me drowsy."

Arthur forced a laugh and picked up Shakespeare's Macbeth and lazily placed it on the only sturdy shelf of his bookcase. "You can say that again."

"I told you Tylenol makes me drowsy," he said with a bright smile.

Arthur smiled at his stupidity.

"You should smile more."

Arthur eyes widened. "What?"

"Someone once told me that everyone should smile, because you never know who's going to fall in love with it."

Arthur bit his lip, flustered at Alfred's comment. "Oh really?"

He nodded and added "also I just love seeing you smile."

Arthur blushed at Alfred's ability to be an open book around him. "I like seeing you smile too."

If almost on cue, some pop nonsense with meaningless lyrics blasted from Alfred's pocket, making Arthur lose his balance for a fraction of a second. "Sorry," Alfred explained sitting up and fished out an iPhone from his pockets. He asked "hello?" There was a short pause before he complained "now?" He looked at the alarm clock beside him, sighed, and replied "fine. Goodbye," he muttered and sat up. "I've gotta go," he told Arthur and rubbed his forehead.

Arthur frowned "really?" He refused to pry of Alfred's social life. He was a gentleman, and gentlemen do not interfere. Anyways, he knew Alfred would just tell him, right?

"Yeah, Matt said he's coming soon…ya know," he said unconvincingly.

"Oh, yeah," he said awkwardly. Who was Matthew again? Was Matthew his obnoxious blonde friend from the library? Or was Matthew his father? God damn it why am I so bad at name?

"But I don't want to leave," he whined and swung his legs off of his bed. "You didn't even teach me anything about American government!" His eyes began to water.

"Alfred, calm down. I'll see you tomorrow right? It's not like forever…" Arthur looked into Alfred's sad eyes from above him. Even when he was sitting on his bed, he was almost taller than him. Almost.

"You know I love you, no matter what," Alfred said out of nowhere, looking at Arthur's wood tiled floor.

"And I do too," Arthur said unpersuasively and kissed Alfred on his forehead.


Alfred barged into Matthew's room and asked "Matt? Can I talk to you about something?" Matthew's room was painted a light green color rather than light blue.

Matthew twirled around on his blue, office chair and nodded. His computer screen was still on some newspaper website about polar bears. He was always environmentally conscientious. Or maybe it was because in the third grade, he did a project about polar bears and has been obsessed since. He even had a stuffed polar bear he used to carry around.

"It's kinda important."

Matthew knew what this meant. He sat down on the white carpeted floor across from Alfred. "Is about Gilbert's party last night?"

Alfred's eyes widened. "How did you…oh never mind, but yeah."

Matthew stared with an I'm-your-brother-I-know-you-too-well look. Or maybe, he wasn't an idiot. "Just continue."

"Well, let's just say that I was drunk and well…you know what happens when I'm drunk…"

"So you're saying that Michelle took advantage of you while you were drunk, again."

Alfred gaped. "How the fuck fo you know all of this?"

Matthew reached into his pockets for his iPhone and revealed a text message from Kiku. Attached was a picture of Michelle making out with him. "What's so wrong with that? I thought that you…oh I see, you're in love with someone else."

Alfred nodded slowly. Is he a mind reader?

"It's Arthur isn't it...?"

Alfred nodded once more. He's a mind reader or at least stalking me.

"Does he know about this?"

"Kinda, sorta," Alfred lied.

"So…no?"

Alfred forced a smile.

"Al," Matthew whined.

"How can I tell him 'hey I love you and everything but I was drunk last night and I was kinda hooking up with Michelle'!"

"If you love him, you would…" Matthew began.

Alfred fiddled with his thumbs. "I guess you're right." Matthew's always right. He reached for Matthew's wrists. They were wet, again. "Matthew," he shouted angrily.

Matthew cringed.

"I thought you said you stopped this nonsense!"

"I did," he lied. He rolled up Matthew's long sleeved shirt to the back of his wrists were lined with red. Matthew cringed and rolled his sleeves back down. "I can explain…"

Alfred stood up, infuriated by his brother. "Really? I'd love to hear why you're recklessly killing yourself!"

"Shut up," Matthew sobbed slapping Alfred's arm. "I just…I just want to know I'm still alive."

"And slitting your wrists will! Do mom and dad know about this?"

"Of course they don't! And you promised you're going to keep it that way!"

"Shouldn't the medicine and inhaler help?"

"Al, there's no cure for asthma. My breathing's just gonna get worse and worse. I might as well quit while I'm still ahead," he sobbed.

He clutched Matthew's arms. "What about the polar bears? Don't you want to go to Antarctica? Don't you want to be one of those science-y people with the white coats? Don't you want to find a cure for global warming?"

"Those are just fantasies. I'm not going to be one, anyways…"

"Matt, sometimes it is okay to fantasize! And one day you will be one! And if natural causes kill you then so be it, but I am never going to let my little bro die because of this."

Matthew wiped a tear away with his sleeve. "Thanks Al," he whispered softly and force a smile.

To Be Continued...


Author's notes: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'd just like to say I hated the ending of this chapter...as usual! But what did you think! It's short and to the point. I love making Matthew this sly bastard! And why did Kiku take a picture of Michelle and Alfred making out? I don't know. I'm going with because in fanart Kiku's usually taking pictures of the others making out or whatever so I kinda just used that! Is that mean or just...whatever! I actually answered a question: why does Alfred hold Arthur's hands? Well…it's because he's afraid that he's also mildly depressed like Matthew. I'd just like to say that Arthur probably would be someone who is depressed all the time…just saying. And Alfred is so emotional! And overdramatic! Next chapter we'll see if Alfred tells Arthur if he's been "cheating" on him (even though they're not officially dating) or if Arthur finds out himself… Also chapters this week may be updated more frequently. Just this week. REMEMBER TO REVIEW!