A/N: Wrote this in Creative Writing class after finishing my assignment. It was supposed to be inspired by A Bug's Life, but... I don't know... I don't think Pixar or Disney would find that acceptable... Eh.

So... Matthew is dying and these are his last thoughts. c:

I hope you enjoy~

I don't own Hetalia or A Bug's Life.

Alfred F. Jones was a very confident bug. And considering, that may just very well have been what caused all this. His overconfidence overshadowed all his other rational thoughts, making him a quick-fire, one-track mind ant.

His brother, Matthew, though, was almost the exact opposite. His lack of confidence (really it wasn't even in his vocabulary unless it was being referred to Alfred or there was an un- at the beginning) drove him to be a thinker – philosophical, no? He wouldn't take any sort of action without thinking it over first, making him a very slow-paced person. Maybe that is why he couldn't save Alfred?

The two brothers lived in The Anthill (often referred to as Antalia) with the thousands of other ants. They all shared a common mother (Gaia) except for the older ants whose mother passed long ago. They worked hard – as Worker Ants should – collecting food for the colony.

And each brother had his own hobby; for Alfred, he was an explorer and would go scouting any chance he could get, sometimes leaving for weeks at a time, leaving Matthew a worried wreck.

And Matthew – when he allowed himself time off work and chasing after Alfred – loved to look at the leaves in the big Maple tree their colony lived under. He really marveled at the different colours, especially during Fall.

But that's all in the past now.

Now Alfred is dead and Matthew is dying.

The poor ant cried to himself as he felt his legs twitch – out of his control. He had his head to the side, not wanting to look over to his right, where Alfred – where what was left of Alfred laid smeared on the ground.

Why did that idiot have to go to the campgrounds? He knew it was forbidden! For this sole reason, nonetheless!

Matthew cursed his brother more as he felt the numbness of his body slowly crawl up to his chest.

The ground was shaking. The little boy who had stepped on them was stepping on others.

They were from a different colony – those ants.

Matthew hoped their families found them. And not have to worry about missing ants.

The boy squealed as he stepped on more poor souls. Matthew could hear them screaming for others to run, get out of the way, to move.

One ant ran past Matthew and Alfred. He looked at Matthew, then Alfred, then back to Matthew.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, then ran off again.

Another human came up. She picked up the boy, shouting hysterically.

Some ants wanted revenge. They had crawled up his chubby legs and were biting him. The boy's mother brushed them off. Matthew knew most would die falling from that height.

He shed a few tears for them.

The ground shook again as the mother walked away, but she was going a different route. She was headed toward Matthew, but he knew she didn't know that – she was just a stupid human, after all.

The numb was at his arms, inching so slowly to his shoulders. He begged it to reach his brain before the woman could reach him. He didn't want to suffer a fate like that. That was too horrific.

He couldn't go like that. Not like Alfie. He wasn't like his brother. Alfred may have been able to die like that – out with a bang! Is how he would have described it (or maybe a pop! would be more appropriate?) – but not Matthew!

He was a coward.

She was just a few paces away. The numbness was at his neck. He was seeing specks of black now.

She was almost there – two more steps.

One more.

Matthew couldn't see anymore. A shadow covered his sight.

Somewhere – back home, maybe – a breeze shifted through the trees, ruffling the leaves so they made their own little rustle-ly music.

Matthew couldn't feel anything anymore. And he couldn't even wriggle his antennae.

He heard a loud pop!