Matthew winced at Arthur's comment; the island nation never listened to him. Sighing he turned to face Feliciano. "I have better things to be doing now that I've made sure another nation won't get himself killed through stupidity. Sorry to leave you with this group." He moved towards the door, eyes hardening as he moved away from his founding father.

Feliciano watched as Matthew left and sighed.

"Wow…that was totally unawesome. " Gilbert commented, sticking his hands in his pockets. "You should go cheer him up Feli." Feliciano nodded.

"Lovino." He nodded to his brother. "I'm going to go talk to Matthew…can you keep these guys safe?" Lovino flapped a hand at Feliciano's concern.

"They're just European countries, it won't be hard. Besides, that one looks like he's having a mental breakdown." He pointed to Arthur, who was rocking back and self, and talking to himself.

"Hey!" Gilbert called, as Feliciano started to leave. "I want to come with you!" Feliciano whipped around, and glared at the white haired personification.

"You will stay here, Gilbert." He hissed. "I am in a bad enough mood already." And he was gone.

"My fratello is angry, Gilly. I wouldn't go after him if I were you." Lovino went over and poked Arthur.

"Mateo." Feliciano grabbed his shoulder, turning him towards him.

"You should know better than to grab me after everything we've been through Feliciano." Matthew commented; relaxing slowly as he realized there was no threat. "It's not the safest thing to do when I'm armed."

"Mateo...He's shocked. Don't blame him for hurting you, please." Feliciano's eyes softened as he brought the Canadian into a hug. "He will understand, give him time."

"I know but I'm not going to go through that crap again. I have been ignored and treated like-" Matthew cut off inhaling sharply, closing his eyes. Feliciano hugged him tighter.

"We are here to change history, not repeat it." He tipped Matthew's face up, seeing the tears threatening to overflow. "It is okay to cry, Mateo. This is not only on your shoulders, anymore. We are here for you. I am here for you."

"I told myself I was finished crying after I watched Francis get torn to shreds." Matthew stated, pain evident in his voice. "It's the only way I could get myself out of there when the fight was over."

"Wait! What?!" A startled Gilbert fell through the wall. "The Frenchmen died?!"

"Gilbert." Feliciano growled. "I told you not to follow me." Instead of acknowledging Feliciano, Gilbert walked past him, next to the Canadian, who Feliciano had let go of.

"The Awesome Gilbert is sorry he died before he could help!" He grabbed the Canadian's hands in his. "I promise I won't be as useless this time around!"

"You were probably one of the more useful countries unlike a certain island nation. Besides, you at least had an excuse why you we're unable to help." Matthew looked towards the floor in irritation.

"Actually…" Feliciano crossed his arms. "You were hit by a car." Gilbert dropped Matthew's hands.

"At least he survived one fight." Matthew muttered scoffing slightly.

"I got...hit…by a CAR?!" Gilbert exclaimed. "That is the most unawesome deaths ever imagined!"

"Calm down. I'd prefer that over dying by those…creatures." Feliciano told him. He walked over and patted Gilbert on the shoulder.

"Yeah, sometimes they try to eat you." Matthew added rubbing at the scar on his arm. Gilbert laughed nervously.

"I prefer not to be eaten, even though I'd taste incredibly awesome." He boasted. Feliciano kept a straight face, and walked back down the hallway. Gilbert blinked. Did the Italian country's hair look longer? "Hey…did I say something?" He called to Feliciano, who cheerfully waved.

"Pasta!" Was his sickly sweet reply.

"Yeah, you said something alright. You don't believe us either do you?" Matthew questioned looking at the nation with cold eyes.

"I am not my brother," was Gilbert's stiff reply. "Unlike him, I trust my friend's word." He nodded to the retreating back of Feliciano. "Please, don't compare me to that chauvinist."

"Well it's not like we've had luck convincing people today." Matthew shrugged slightly. Gilbert placed a hand on Matthew's shoulder.

"Half the work involved in being a hero is convincing people you aren't crazy, Mattie." Then he followed Feliciano, hands folded behind his head.

"I'm not a hero, I can't stand them." Matthew growled loud enough for the retreating country to hear. "They only get people killed." He turned and opened the door to the room where Arthur and Lovino were. "Still having problems accepting the truth, England?" he demanded, leaning against the wall. Lovino whistled and stepped back from the furry-browed Brit.

"M-Matthew. I'm s-sorry." Arthur chattered, shaking. He buried his head in his knees. "I just don't know how to accept this. My baby brother…has come to save me…when I'm supposed to protect him." Arthur sobbed. "I died on you." Matthew visibly flinched at seeing the country breaking down before him.

"You were one of the first deaths." He sighed, anger flowing from him. "You had no idea what you were up against and at least you did something. I just sat there and watched as they killed both you and Alfred." Arthur raised his head, and then lurched off the chair. He grabbed at Matthew, wrapping his shaking limbs around the Canadian.

"Can..can you forgive me, Mattie?" He asked, his eyes red and watery.

"There is nothing to forgive you for, I never blamed you for anything. It was your books and notes that kept me alive anyways, I'm just here to return the favor." Matthew replied slowly wrapping his arms around Arthur. 'And to clear my conscious.' He added to himself. Lovino cleared his throat.

"Can we have this love-fest when the fate of the world doesn't lie in our hands? I know this a touching scene and all, but we have important things to do." Arthur looked of, glaring. "Eh heh heh…never mind." He waved his hand in front of him. "I'll be in the hallway." He edged towards the door, and left, entering the hallway. "Now where'd those two run off too?"

"So are you going to be ok? You normally aren't the one to break down like that." Matthew questioned looking uncomfortable. Arthur let go of Matthew, and adjusted his clothes. He gave him a weak smile.

"Yes, I think I will."

Feliciano turned a corner, Gilbert followed behind. When they had entered the sea tunnel, Feliciano turned around and faced Gilbert.

"What do you want Gilly? Do you want it back the way it was? Too bad." Gilbert shook his head.

"No. You made sure that Mattie is okay…but are you?" He asked. Feliciano looked down.

"I will be fine. I am not as broken as Mateo seems to be." He clutched the part of the shirt over his heart. "I always will be, you don't need to worry." Gilbert grabbed Feliciano's shoulders, and forced him to look up.

"Don't pull that shit with me, Feli. I know you too damn well to believe that." Two copper eyes stared into Gilbert's own.

"Gilbert..I-" Gilbert put a finger to his lips.

"Don't say you're alright." He smiled softly at the Italian. "Don't lie to me." Feliciano let some tears fall, not moving, his fists still clenched.

"Why do you care so much, Gilly?" Feliciano asked; his head lowered. "What do you gain?"

"Friendship. Trust. Loyalty. Things I've lost since my country fell. " Feliciano threw his arms around the older countries waist, sobbing. Gilbert rubbed soothing circles into Feliciano's back.

"I'm sorry, I got your shirt wet. " Feliciano rubbed his eyes.

"It's a shirt, Feli." Gilbert chuckled. "Come on, Lovino will be worried." He held his hand out, and Feliciano took it, eyes still wet, and he smiled his first honest smile since he returned.

"So I noticed once that you are able to pull your sword out of thin air," Matthew began, trying to lighten the mood. "How do you do that? It's kinda hard to hide one under my clothes." Arthur laughed at Matthew.

"Magic, of course." Arthur explained.

"Damn, I was hoping it was something else." Matthew sighed. "For some reason inanimate objects explode the first time I try magic on them and I really don't want this sword ruined." Arthur widened his eyes.

"Have you tried using a mediator?" He lifted a small stone that hung around his neck. "It helps concentrate your magical energy."

"I haven't really been able to look for one, I've had other things to worry about. I was always able to get the spells to work after a few tries... though putting spells on electronics is still iffy." Matthew muttered leaning forward to look at the stone.

"Why did you try to put it on electronics?" Arthur asked, alarmed.

"To make better weapons, once you manage to mix them you actually get some great results." Matthew explained cheerfully. "It also helped me perfect shielding magic." Arthur sighed.

"Perhaps..I should teach you a bit of magic, hm Mattie?" Arthur chuckled.

"No offense but from what I remember you aren't very good at magic either, though your background knowledge is better than mine." Matthew smiled slightly. "Everything I know not to do came from explosions… it's kinda fun actually."

"Only you and Alfred would ever say that." Arthur sighed. "Perhaps I can help you in the academic part of your studies then." He took a drink of his cold tea, and winced. "We should go find the others."

"Feliciano is in the tunnel near your house." Matthew muttered staring off into space for a minute. "And there's something else… in your house." He commented looking confused.

"What are you talking about Mattie?" Arthur looked confused.

"I don't know, I can just feel it." Matthew muttered pulling out his cellphone, calling Feliciano. "Hey I just noticed something strange and want to know if happens to you. Concentrate for a minute and see if you notice anything different." On the other end, Feliciano looked down at his pants.

"Not getting anything."

"Are you seriously looking there? That is not what I meant. Concentrate for a minute and see if you can tell where I am and also feel something else… outside the tunnel system in Arthur's basement." Matthew stated before turning to face Arthur with a panicked look. "Please tell me that door shut…."

"Of course I did!" Arthur huffed. Feliciano cleared his throat over the phone's speaker.

"Hey guys….I do feel something odd..like a prickling feeling in the back of my head…" Feliciano told them. "I'll check it out." The phone clicked as he hung up.

"Please be careful." Matthew muttered lowering the phone slowly. "So any ideas Arthur?"

"We need to find and help Feliciano." Arthur stood. "Let's go."

"He's entering your basement." Matthew stated throwing a gun to the Brit and running out the door as he pulled out his sword.

Gilbert followed Feliciano, as he yanked the guns from his belt.

"What's going on Feli?" Gilbert asked. Feliciano put a finger to his lips.

"We are going to investigate something that Mateo sensed…with our odd new powers." Gilbert nodded, and pulled a sword from thin air. Feliciano rolled his eyes.

"So, what are we hunting?" Gilbert whispered.

"Infected humans." Feliciano told him.

"What are they infected with?" Gilbert asked.

"A cure for AIDS. Now be quiet you big mouthed kout!" He hissed. Gilbert ignored him.

"So….a cure for AIDS made people…?" He let it hang.

"Crazy. Murderous. Do you want me to shoot you?" He balanced a hand on his hip, twirling a gun, and pointed one at his crotch.

"Nah..I like my body parts. Especially that body part." Feliciano lowered his guns, and went on, mumbling about idiots. He moved quietly to the door, which was hanging open. Feliciano face-palmed.

"Arthur!" He moaned, and swung himself into the room, guns at the eyes looked at him, and a loud grunt was the warning he got before one of the humans launched himself at Feliciano, who merely turned to the side, gut-kicking the infected human, then double-tapping him in the forehead, and once in the heart. Leaning over he spat on the body. "Diavolo Henchmen. Rot in hell with your creator." Gilbert stood in the door way.

"Well…that was kind of awesome." He leaned in the doorway. "Want to be my kumpan?" Feliciano rolled his eyes, and called Matthew.

"It's dead, Matthew. When I see Arthur again, he will suffer the wrath of my fists, and unopened doors."

"At least it didn't escape into the tunnel." Matthew sighed turning to face Arthur. "So the door was closed huh? This is our way of getting places quickly and our last haven that isn't frozen. We can't have it discovered."

"Yeah asshole!" He heard from the other end. "I'm on my way back now, we have things to discuss Mateo."

"That we do, I feel we just had a few questions answered." He replied before hanging up the phone.

Diavlo- Devil (Italian)

Kumpan- Sidekick (German)

So I know there was a comment about how fast other countries are finding out about Feliciano and Matthew but we do have a reason for this. There shouldn't be anymore for a little while unless one of our muses decides to randomly jump in and refuses to leave.

Unara Akoni

Dear readers.
It's nice to see you again! We are a very busy pair!
It's been a bit hectic, since school started for both of us recently. I know, there was a lot of drama in this chapter, hopefully some of the funny/cute moments helped. Don't worry, humor and less...moodiness approaches! While we weren't updating we were plotting, so calm yourselves. This story will never die! Well, it will end, but we won't abandon the lovely little thing, we love it as much as we love you guys! Special thanks to anyone who heard about us from NatsuCon! If you tell us who you are in the comments, we'll try our best to drop by and say hello in your PM box! (I'll do that anyway, to everyone, but oh well.) Well, enjoy! Another chapter is coming soon!

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