Chapter 3; Somber Nights
A/N: If I owned MLP or Hetalia I wouldn't be here writing this. I would like to thank tttooohappy one more time for writing my first review. I'll be updating most chapters during the weekend, but that may not always be the case.
Alfred let out a growl of frustration as he entered his room, landing with a leap onto his bed. The Pegasus couldn't help but think so much about his brother's words earlier before. "Try and be the hero you wanted to be." Alfred shared the room with Mattie, but they hardly ever talked because neither shared the same views. Matthew, being one of the few medics at the castle, had a lot of sympathetic feelings towards the earth ponies. Alfred was shown by everypony that those without magic or wings were useless, unnecessary for anything other than maintaining a distance from the rest of the world. The Pegasus rested his head against his front hooves, shutting his eyes as if he was in pain. "Luciano is corrupting you!" Alfred shook his head in defiance, refusing to admit he was wrong. "Maybe I'll go talk to Mattie, hear what he has to say." He thought out loud. The Pegasus left his room, which were only a few hoof-lengths away from the medic's office. Inside was Mattie, currently attending a guard that had been practicing his skills and gotten injured at the legs, wrapping a bandage. "Mattie!" Alfred yelled a grin on his face. His brother seemed or pretended not to hear him as the lighter Pegasus ushered the guard out. "Mattie…" Alfred whined. Matthew gritted his teeth retreating back to another medic's room. "Hey, Mattie!" A voice chirped when the creamy-orange Pegasus stepped inside. There was a young unicorn stallion with a pink scarf wrapped around his neck, holding a needle in between his teeth. "Hi, Flavio, what's up?" Mattie replied. Flavio was possibly the sanest of all the ponies inside the castle grounds considering a lot of them were earth pony haters. Flavio released the needle, stepping out closer to Mattie, his mane and tail were a bright yellow that matched his slightly darker coat. Flavio's cutie consisted of needle and thread. The unicorn also happened to be Luciano's older brother, the happier one of the duo. "Oh, nothing~" Flavio sang, eyes lighting up as he used the needle to sew a hole in his scarf. "Mattie, please, let me talk with you for a minute," spoke Alfred. "Don't bother, Alfred. Think clearly of what I said before and decide." Matthew spat, his anger rising by the second. Alfred took a step back, retreating back to his room. "Decide," the voice rang in his ear. The blue-and-tan pony rested his head against his front hooves, shaking his head furiously. He closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep, wondering what he truly thought was right and the questions that rang in his mind.
Mattie flew over the castle grounds, steering clear of the forest, which led to a path of tangled vines and rotten leaves. The Pegasus swooped down low, tears forming in his eyes knowing that Alfred was completely corrupted by Luciano. "Well, well, isn't this cute…" An all-too familiar voice hissed. Mattie whirled around to come face to face with a unicorn, the stallion being a red-brown color with dark violet eyes. "What do you want?" Mattie spoke, a tad too coldly than his usual nature. The equine's fear was evident as the unicorn chuckled softly. "You shouldn't be out here this late, you know? You are only a medic after all." The darker-colored pony spoke. Mattie's wings flapped, his eyes flashing in sudden anger, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. "Now, Mattie you wouldn't want to get all riled up. Are you going to run back to your precious little Al?" The unicorn sneered. Mattie growled lowly, turning around to fly back. "You're not ignoring me, are you?" The unicorn growled. "James, just go, don't do this now," Mattie hissed. "Ah…" James smirked, grinning almost sadistically. The unicorn's horn lit up, but before the spell could be released a great flap of wings was heard and a pony stepped in front of Mattie. Mattie gasped, stunned by the sight, yet he didn't question it. Before him stood…