Alfred watched his brother sleep and sighed. It was a mistake to go to that party. All it had done was hurt his brother, who was currently asleep in his bed. He couldn't let Matthew go back to be with Gilbert for another, no way.

Besides, he wasn't tired. Alfred sighed and ran a hand through his hair, remembering when he had found out his mother was dead and he had a brother. He had known that she had committed suicide, but he didn't know the reason at first. His father had read her suicide note, so he knew. He knew oh so well.

Alfred didn't care for his younger twin when he first came to live with him. Heck, he had barely even recognized the other boy's existence. He still felt awful about it, but there wasn't much he could do about it now.

The younger twin, at one point, was his ride home from a party. He was given a drink of what was supposedly water and had gotten drunk. Alfred wandered over to his brother once the party got lame, only to find him sobbing his eyes out about how much he missed his mom, how he wished he wasn't gay, how he wanted so desperately to be noticed by his brother, and how he wished that he could bring her back. Needless to say, Alfred was totally lost on all of the topics.

He had later gotten the full story from his father about why their mother had committed suicide. Alfred decided, after going into a rage, that he would be the one to protect Matthew. Whether he was protecting Matthew from jerks like Gilbert, homophobes like their mom, or people who honestly cared about him like Carlos, he would be there for him.

Alfred glanced over to Arthur, who was asleep on his own bed. The stupid British guy. The stupid British guy who was obviously gay and crushing on him.

Alfred didn't mind gay people. No, not at all. He just didn't swing that way, and it was kind of awkward when he caught Arthur staring at him when he got changed or crap like that. Plus, the eyebrows really freaked him out. There could be, like, an animal living in there or something! What the hell?

Alfred sighed and leaned back. He hoped that Arthur would figure out he wasn't interested in him soon, or he'd end up getting hurt. Besides, Francis looked like he had his eyes on the eyebrows boy.

He returned his attention to his brother and sighed. How on earth could he have let him live with Gilbert like that? The albino had hurt him, and deeply. Heck, Matthew had cried himself to sleep! He had only done that twice before.

Not only that, but he only stopped crying when the Cuban was around. Alfred wanted to continue being Matthew's hero, and he couldn't as long as that guy was around. He had even asked Matt on a date! Bleeeggghhhhhh! Well, at least it wasn't Gilbert who had asked him out. Then Alfred would go to jail for crushing his head.

Still. Stupid Cuban trying to take his brother. Alfred would kill him. He was the hero, after all, and he needed to save his damsel of a sister from the evil grasp of that ice cream obsessed weirdo.

And, with that, at three in the morning, Alfred started coming up with ideas on how to get Matthew to break up with Carlos.

"I seriously said that?" Gilbert was in shock.

It was the morning after Francis' big party, and Gilbert had awoken, in confusion, at the Frenchman's dorm. He was happy to say that he wasn't naked, but he did have a serious hangover and was finding out what he had done that night.

"Oui," Francis murmured. "You did."

"I told everyone that Matt's a homo?" Gilbert repeated, just to make sure.

"Yes... I can't believe you can't remember anything from last night." Francis sighed, taking a sip of his orange juice.

"Well... I remember one thing," he admitted.
"What?" He raised an eyebrow.

Gilbert stared at the ground. The expression on Matt's face was stuck in his mind. The look of absolute shock and horror, with some tears beginning to fall down his face, was stuck in the albino's mind. He couldn't get it out of his mind.

Why did he care so much? He didn't care about anybody this much, not even Ludwig, and that was his brother! He hadn't cared about anybody like this since her.

His heart dropped into his stomach. Could it be that the reason why he hated Carlos was... the reason why he liked having Matthew around was... why he cared so much about him was...

Gilbert liked Matthew?

"Was habe ich getan? Gott, was habe ich Matthew getan?" Gilbert cried, grabbing his hair. "Ich wirklich vermasselt!"

"I don't speak German," Francis calmly reminded his friend.

"I like Matt!" he cried.

Francis spat out his orange juice and spluttered out, "Y- you figured it out? Without my help?"

"What the hell do I do, Francis?" Gilbert cried. "I seriously hurt him! And now he's with Carlos! And he probably hates me!"

"You figured out that you liked him without me..." Francis sat back, looking at his friend in wonder. "Amazing."

"Francis! Are you listening to me?" he demanded.

"Oh, right, what?" The blond blinked.

"I've hurt Matt really bad. I've gotta... I've gotta figure out how to make it up to him or something. I mean, I... I just... I don't know what to do," he admitted.

Francis smiled. "That's why you have me as a friend. I'll get Alfred away from Matt for a little while, and then you can apologize to him. You should probably bring some maple syrup or something to show that you truly mean it."

"What if I don't think I can do that?" Gilbert said after a moment awkwardly.

Francis stared. "Are you serious?"

"I haven't apologized to anyone in a while," he mumbled.

"Fine. Whatever. Then Alfred will go into super-over-protective-hero-mode, and you'll never be able to see Matthew again, and he'll transfer schools, and he'll hate you for all of eternity, and-"

"Fine, I got it, I'll apologize! But I'll need your help." Gilbert looked away.

"As long as you promise to help me with my love problems," Francis said with a wink.

"I thought you were the king of love."
"And yet my princess hates me... ah, how sad."

"Whatever. I'll try, but you gotta help me first."

"All right, all right."
"Good."
"Hey, guys!" Antonio exclaimed, coming in. "You'll never believe what I bought!"

"Oh dear god, not more..." Francis groaned.

"What did you buy? And would you keep it down? Myy head hurts," Gilbert said.

Antonio ignored the last statement and decided to, instead, exclaim at the top of his lungs, "Tomatooooesssssssss!"

A/N- Derpy Spain is derpy. I needed some humor after how angsty these chapters have been. And I needed some PruCan. I'm getting really sick of writing about Cuba x Canada. And I'm getting sick of America x England. And I want America x ? to come up already. BTW, yes, he is straight. Probably. adsfkl;dsfj Thanks for enjoying, you gaiz. ;u; Hetaria isn't mine~