So lately I've been very lazy with my work and I really haven't been writing at all (Minus a few chapters in I can't fall down that I've written out on paper) But I'm back and I intend to finish this story especially. I loved the idea for this story and the idea has come back to me lately, ways I can make it bigger and better! So this story was originally supposed to have only 1 or 2 more chapters, but from recent inspiration I'm going to change the ending from simply bringing Alfred back, to something bigger! So I hope you like this ending better than some really short chapter of Alfred finding his way back to the original dimension.

Also sorry for the short chapter, I already had this one half written up when the idea for a new ending came back to me, so this one had to be cut short in order to fit the new ending.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Warning: Swear words

FADING ECHOS

In an instant my world had come crashing down…

What was the point of living like this…?

The words put stress on me, on my body, on my soul. I couldn't think straight, I wanted to hit something. To hurt the ones who did this to us… to him… the ones that didn't save him…

I now know how he felt, kneeling next to me as I died, telling him it would be alright... I see now that it's not... It's not alright. It won't ever be alright…

Their death will haunt you; bring tears to your eyes every time you think of them… every time you look at a picture of you and them… But what do I know? I just lost him… he had to be without me for years…

Who was I to tell him that everything would be alright? Because it's not! He's gone! The words coming out of their mouths are that of comfort, but I can't hear them, it hurts, it burns. My eyes are watering and I'm letting myself cry in front of these horrible people! They couldn't even save him! I-I… I couldn't save him…

My brother Alfred F. Jones… is dead…

|HETALIA

Matthew's eyes were half closed as he stared at the ceiling; he was clutching a stuffed bear as he lay on Alfred's bed. Tears streamed down his face but he did not make a noise. He couldn't make one… the grief threatened to overwhelm him… clutching his heart in a tight grip and tearing it apart with every passing second.

His purple eyes were red from crying and there was tear streams on his cheeks. He was paler than normal and his eyes had dark circles under them. He didn't move, didn't make a sound, just stared.

The nations had left him alone to grieve. That had been a week ago. Matthew had refused to talk sense then.

His eyes were clouded over as he slowly sat up, picking up a photo of him and Alfred. The two were back to back, looking at each other, both had large smiles on their faces. Matthew smiled slightly, tears dripping onto the glass of the picture.

With that he couldn't hold back any more. He sobbed, clutching the picture to his chest as he continued to sob. The smile fell from his face and he curled into himself. The sobs shook his body as he clutched the picture for dear life, like it was the only thing keeping him attached to this place.

"Why… why us…? It's always us… were always the ones that get hurt…" he sobs more and slowly sets down the photo, wiping his eyes as he sobs. It hurt, it hurt so much. It was like someone had broken every single bone in his body and then ripped out his heart.

He couldn't think, could hardly breathe. He sobbed louder, throwing the picture at the wall, it slammed hard against it and the glass broke into pieces. He sniffled and got up, walking to the other side of the room toward the mirror that he and Alfred had once ruined. He fell to his knees in front of it and put his head against the glass, clenching his eyes shut.

"You can't leave me like this… we were going to be together again… we… why… I just can't do this… Alfred… please be okay… please be alive…"

| HETALIA

"YOU'RE ALL WORTHLESS!" Gilbert yelled at the gathered nations who were all looking at the floor.

"Brother calm down-"

"Shut the fuck up West! I'm not here to listen to bullshit! You've broken up a family twice now! Because none of you decided to get off you're lazy asses and help, we've now lost Alfred! You thought angry, detached Alfred was bad; well wait till you see what happens to Matthew!"

"So this is all our fault?!" China said as he stood up, glaring at the white-haired nation.

Gilbert frowned, looking away. It wasn't their fault and he knew it. True they could have helped Alfred more, instead of just leaving the young nation alone for fifty years, making his anger build up and start to eat at his insides.

"No… it's not our fault for what happened… but we didn't even try to help Matthew or Alfred… we left them for dead… both of them…"

Everyone looked at the ground, they knew it was true, they hadn't helped at all.

But they would try to help now.