A/N Yes, it's in the beginning this time xD Gosh, you guys make me so happy QwQ I'm sorry but you'll have to wait for the Franada some more chapters... It has a plot you know xD Anyway, this chapter is a bit longer... Just because I wanted to try what I explained in the last chapter... So this contains both Matthew and Francis POV, PLEASE tell me what you think, if you want it like this or like before. 'Cause I'd like to know xD And I'm a fast updater bucause I have some chapters ready already, and it's the last day before going back to school. So it'll take some more time later on. ...I'l stop my rambling already xD So, enjoy this and please rate and review~

I don't own Hetalia.

Chapter 3

Matthew sits at his table, munching pancakes with WAY too much maple syrup on, when the doorbell rings. He snaps out of the happy daze the wonderful, taking-your-breath-away, taste of homemade pancakes with maple syrup gives him, wipes his mouth with a nearby napkin and rushes to open. It's not often he is visited, so whenever he is, he's really excited. He smiles a little nervously when he opens and sees his brother standing on the other side, his usual overjoyed grin on its place right across his face.

"Hey, Matt! How are you, bro?" he laughs and walks in around his brother, ignoring Matthew's shocked stuttering. "Mm, do I smell pancakes? Awesome! I'm not too late for breakfast! I was a little worried since I got delayed on my way here… But I'm here anyway! So, pancakes! Can I have some?"

Matthew nods, and sees Alfred's face light up and has no other choice but to follow him to the kitchen. The American immediately sits down at the table, waiting for Matthew to bring him a plate and grabs the bottle of maple syrup to play with while waiting.

"Couldn't you call first?" he asks and looks in amuse at Alfred who fills his plate, stuffs his mouth and sighs happily when the taste hits his taste buds.

"Yeah, well, it's kinda spontaneous this visit" he explains between mouthfuls. He swallows and loads his fork with more fluffy goodness. "This morning, when I woke up, I was like "Hey, I wanna visit Mattie today! We haven't met in a while!" So, I got into my car ASAP and drove here! Cool, huh? Your awesome hero brother decided to pay you a visit! Isn't that pretty cool?" He shoved the fork into his mouth and grins at the, kind of shocked, Canuck.

Matthew sighs and smiles back at his hopeless brother. Alfred always comes and goes as he pleases, even as a kid it wasn't rare for him to suddenly run away, be gone a few hours, causing Arthur to worry himself sick, and then suddenly pop up, covered in mud and with sticks in his hair. And all the time he laughed, even when Arthur yelled at him for being so wild and naughty, because Alfred always knew that Arthur would smile at him in the end.

Matthew moves across the room to sit down at the opposite end of the table as his brother and continue his breakfast. The morning continue like they did when they lived together with Arthur, Alfred making most of the talking while Matthew comments once in a while and smiles at his overexcited brother.

Halfway through the mountain of pancakes on the plate between them, Matthew notices that Alfred isn't like he uses to be. He looks around all the time, like he's nervous or something.

"Alfred, are you okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine, just fine…" Alfred answers and rubs his neck. "Or not really… I want to talk to you… about Arthur."

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Francis can't sleep. He hears the rain beat the hell out of the window and he sighs. An hour ago he was exhausted, but when the constant pressure of Arthur's soft, thin arms slowly disappeared as the Brit drifted off to sleep he got wide awake. He can't even smoke! Sure that Arthur doesn't mind him smoking, he does it himself damn it, but if he smoke now that'd probably wake Arthur up. And he doesn't want that because then he'd have to deal with the worried green eyes. And he really doesn't want that. How could he explain that even how good their nightly activities were (no lying, their sex is amazing), it didn't feel… right. Francis always felt like there was something wrong with their relationship, but he couldn't put an end to it. How much he tried to end it he couldn't. He really likes Arthur, so it wasn't just to be nice…

"Can you stop moving…?" Francis hears a grunt from his left side, and he sees a yawning Arthur lift himself up on his elbows.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Francis asks and apologetic strokes Arthurs' back.

"How do you think anyone can sleep when you move so much?" Arthur growls and chokes another yawn. "Are you okay?"

Francis nods and continues the rubbing, but Arthur doesn't give up. "I'm worried, Francis, you've been acting strange lately."

"I'm fine, Cher" Francis turns so he lies on his side, facing Arthur. "Really, it's nothing."

Arthur didn't look convinced, and he moves closer to Francis until their bare chests touches. "Two weeks."

Francis looks at him in surprise, just about to ask what he means when Arthur places a finger over his lips.

"You get two weeks to sort it out without telling me what it is" Arthur explains with a stern look into Francis blue eyes "but! If you fail to sort it out and not return to normal, you have to tell me! Because I deserve it. As your lover."

"I guess…" Francis sighs and runs a hand through Arthur's hair. "Okay, two weeks."

"From now" Arthur says with a satisfied grin before he nuzzles into Francis chest and tries to fall asleep again.