A/N: So since it is finally summer I can update a lot more! Though I'm still taking classes at my local college, but hey, I'm two years away from finishing High School. Ugh... Anyway, thank you for making it past fifty reviews, you guys made my day. Without further ado, here is chapter ten!

Hey, for once there are no warnings in a chapter!

Ivan came over wondering what was going on. "What's happening?" He asked

"Alfred won't open the door!" Matthew cried.

Ivan ran into the door with his shoulder and after about two times the door crashed open and both were equally shocked when they found the room equally empty with the window open.

"Wh-where did he go?" Matthew asked.

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Matthew began pacing around the room back and forth from the window, occasionally looking out the window looking for his lost brother. "We can't just leave him out there, there's no telling what he might do... We should call the cops."

Ivan paused for a moment, considering the situation. "We can't let him know that someone is looking for him... I should look for him."

Matthew shook his head and motioned to the sky which quickly began getting cloudy, with a large cumulonimbus cloud hovering over the whole city. "There's supposed to be a storm. You can't go out there. Let the cops do their job."

"Da, but the cops won't go looking for someone unless the person has been gone for much longer. We don't have that kind of time Matvey. I'll hopefully be gone for only an hour."

Matthew nodded and Ivan grabbed his beige coat and headed out the door, leaving a very worried Matthew.

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Alfred didn't know what he was thinking, and the truth was that he wasn't, he was just very upset. Everyone is treating him like he's suicidal or like he's so damn delicate. He climbed out of the window with some difficulty though what really hurt was the fall, he swore he felt a pop in his left ankle that hurt like hell. Though he couldn't help but feel a little bit free when he made his way to Central Park. No one knew what he was going through, or who he was. Some people did give him strange looks when he was limping, but he could deal with it.

Alfred sat down at a nearby bench and rested next to a man holding a sign that said "Anything helps". The man had rugged clothing and was very dirty. Alfred swore that he could smell liquor in him.

The man looked to Alfred, pleading him. "Please sir, anything helps. Even food. Please."

Alfred immediately took pity on the poor man, now seeing the man was hardly older than himself. "One sec."

He walked to a nearby corndog stand and bought a coke, corndog, and some chips. Receiving strange looks from the cashier.

He rolled his eyes and limped back the homeless man and gave him the food, smiling. "No one should starve." He said, not even realizing the irony.

"Thank you.. but you should talk sir. Are you staging a hunger strike for a peaceful protest?"

Alfred was completely taken aback. "What? N-no I'm just on a diet."

"It's none of m' business, but the "diet" is a little extreme, don't you think?" The man took a bite sadly.

"No, I know what I'm doing. I totally promise."

The homeless man gave another sad look, "I had an older brother growing up... Before my parents died in the accident. He was always a happy kid until then."

"I'm sorry."

The man sighed and continued, "It's fine. After my parents died, he took care of me. He was a dancer and how he looked was so important to him. He did all he could to send me to New York University. He was always thinking of others, you remind me of him."

Alfred shook his head, "I'm not a dancer, and I didn't have troubles like ya."

"Every man has their own troubles, besides, there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Anyway, you may not be a dancer, but you must be a politician by the way you dress. Body image is equally as important. Anyway, he kept skipping meals because he had some weird thought that losing weight would miraculously solve his problems, and he was wrong. He thought that more people would like him, but he just became a skeleton and lost his job at New York City Ballet. He began cutting and then-" The man cut himself off wiping the tears from his eyes. "Then one night after I got home he was dead.. Just like that. I lost my home that day and my brother. Even now I can't go back there."

Alfred sat there for a moment, just staring at the man who had so much happen to him. "What's his name?"

"Garrett"

"And you?"

"My name is Jared."

Alfred nodded, memorizing the names."Well, Jared, my name is Alfred." He held out his hand for a handshake.

Just as Jared was about to shake Alfred's hand, but they were both interrupted when there was a sudden clash of thunder immediately followed by a bright flash of lightning.

Alfred jumped quite noticeably, "Do ya h-have anywhere to stay? You know, indoors."

When Jared shook his head Alfred pulled out six hundred dollars in cash out of his pocket. This was worth more than an emergency plane ticket right? "Dude, you've helped me so much. Here."

Jared's mouth hung wide open, "Sir, I can't take this."

Alfred smiled, "Yeah, you can. I won't take no for an answer. I'll check up on you soon."

Jared took the money handling it as if it were a newborn. "Thank you..." He said breathlessly.

"No problem.. See ya later."

Just as Alfred left the area, feeling as if he had honestly changed a life for the better, there were several rain drops, which soon turned into pouring rain, but he couldn't care. He wondered around Central Park, not even caring that within a short time he was soaked. He just soaked in the beauty of Central Park, with the landscape, the flowers, and the many artists. Even when something was cloudy, it was still so beautiful.

He paused for a moment when he saw a large rock where he recalled that many children climb on. He carefully climbed up the rock, careful not to slip. When he was at the top, now feeling the full throbbing feeling in his ankle. He could understand why children came up here all of the time. On one side he had a great view of the park, but on the other side, you could see a creek and a forest. It made him feel at peace, so he continued to ignore the rain and sat down to appreciate the view. However his body went ridged when he heard a familiar voice.

"Fredka!" Ivan called looking around, wrapping the coat tightly around himself.

Alfred froze for a moment and looked over the rock and saw Ivan standing there looking around, and panicked when he locked eyes with Ivan. He stood up and limped over to the side with the creek, not sure of how far of a drop it was.

Ivan took this opportunity to carefully climb up the rock, almost slipping many times. "Fredka? It's me." He came to the top rather quickly, cornering Alfred effectively.

"Ivan, just leave me alone. Please?" Alfred begged. "I don't wanna go back."

Ivan raised his eyebrows. "Why?"

"You guys treat me so differently!" He felt something hot run down his face, but it was easily mistakable for the rain which now became heavier and the wind began picking up, along with thunder and lighting.

Ivan took a few steps closer raising his arms defensively. "Look, that was not our intention. We just want you to be happy and healthy. That's all we want, I promise."

"It just feels like you are controlling my life!" He stepped back from Ivan, very close to the edge of the rock.

Ivan looked around Alfred for a moment then back to Alfred's blue eyes, "Just come back to your apartment with me. I promise we will treat you exactly the same. Okay? Just come with me." He held out his hand for Alfred to take.

Alfred thought for a moment, "I'm not any different.."

"No you're not. You are still the lovable United States of America."

Alfred considered this for a moment and grabbed Ivan's hand, more tears coming to his eyes. He quickly pulled Ivan into an embrace, now noticing that he was trembling.

"Are you cold?"

Before Alfred could answer, Ivan draped his own coat over Alfred. "It's wet too, so I don't know how much good it will do."

Alfred smiled weakly. "Thank you. Let's go home."

A/N: So we did have a breakthrough with Alfred! It is a definite huge step in the story, but not quite the end yet. We are heading slowly to the resolution, but I did have a few more ideas. Thank you so much for all of the follows and reviews, it means so much! When I started this fanfiction one year ago, I didn't anticipate to get almost 100 follows! Thank you. I will hopefully update soon next week.

Reviews: (From two chapters)

sasunaru: Hmmm, so far we do see a little bit of a change don't we! Let's see how Ivan's promise turns out ;)

Guest: I'm so glad you like the fanfic!

descriptionsalive21 (x2) : Thank you, it really is awesome writing for you all. Here is your next chapter.

DecapitatedGuts: I totally agree, sometimes fillers are needed. I'm glad you liked it.

guardianofdragonlore (x2): I am planning on adding more RusAme scenes, however I'm not sure if I will fit the whole world in at this point, considering the turning point in this chapter. However, it sounds like a great idea that I will put into consideration. Also, for your second review, yes totally! ;)

pugshuge (x2): Your name on here is so cute! Thank you so much.

kawtharthegreat: Ugh! I can relate! Only I'm going onto eleventh grade for the 2015-2016 school year. Think of it this way, you're a senior!

16craftytigers: Thank you! I'm happy you liked it. I don't know why, but cliff hangers are really hard for me sometimes.

Allorahfox: Hetalia has an amazing fandom, though it can be really feelsy with the Revolutionary War fanfics and things of the sort. However, the fanfics tend to be really good. Especially when they take historical events and twist them to make them relevant to Hetalia. Though the shippings do get kinda crazy if you see any of the blogs. But I'm glad you liked this fanfiction and thought it was refreshing and different, because that is your goal as an author so people do not get bored.