A/N I think I've kinda given up on the "long chapters" idea xD This way, I can update faster~ If I don't get writers block _ But I'll inform you if that happens so no worries xD GOD THIS CHAPTER IS DEPRESSING. Or I think so x'3 I don't know what you guys think, but I'm trying my best~ Tell me what you think, and I'll be happy~ If you want any other nations too appear or anything, I'm flexible~ So yeah, enjoy~!

I DON'T OWN HETALIA.

Chapter 4

"What about him?" Matthew asks, not really as worried as he was a few seconds ago. "I haven't heard from him in a while. Is he doing well?"

"Well… there are a few rumors going around in Europe…" Alfred says, twisting around nervously in the chair.

Matthew tilts his head and urges him to continue. Alfred looks around one last time, like someone hides behind the curtains and listens to them. Really, it wouldn't surprise him if Russia was behind one of them, that scary man had popped up more than once in strange places one really shouldn't get to if not let there.

"What kind of rumors?"

"Um… well, they say that… he has a relationship…"

"Fun for him."

"With Francis."

Matthew looked up at Alfred who stared at him with a worried expression. The Canuck felt a sudden urge to laugh. Why was he so surprised? Of course Francis wouldn't be lonely; he was France for fucks sake! Always up in a new relationship and always having someone around. It was no surprise he'd end up with Arthur after all this time. They had some really strange relationship back in the time when he and Alfred were still colonies, but Matthew never thought of it then. It was now, when he heard that they were (probably) in a relationship it just… fit. Francis would… never, ever be lonely. Not like him, not like Matthew. Because no one ever forgot Francis. He couldn't walk into a room and melt into the crowd like Matthew, Francis stole all the attention. Even if Francis, against all odds, noticed Matthew, they never really got a chance to talk. 'Cause every time Francis started walking towards him, someone took him away. The only ones talking to Matthew was Alfred, Arthur (who has the strange habit of calling him 'Alfred'), that scary Russian Ivan and Prussia. Everyone talked to Francis. He knew the whole world! There's no way Francis could ever feel alone…

"Matt, I'm sorry! I-I know you have some kind of… feelings for Francis… God, Mattie, I'm sorry-"

"I'm happy for him." Matthew smiles at his brother, a smile that usually makes all his worries go away, but now he just doesn't believe it. "Really, he had feelings for England a long time, right?"

Alfred jumps at the sound of hearing Matthew call Arthur "England" after such a long time. It has happened, yes, but only when the younger nation was really, really, pissed off. He said it with a voice that lacked all the usual respect and care he had for the island nation, and he hadn't said Francis name either. Matthew's smile faltered, but he didn't stop.

"Matthew you…"

"Oh, I bet France's happy now. I mean, he's not alone anymore. God, it has been a while since he had a relationship that seemed a bit serious."

Alfred feels his heart sink in his chest; he has never heard Matthew called Francis France, sometimes he even wondered if Matthew knew what nation Francis was. But now, when he called both his beloved ex-caretakers their nation names it seemed so… wrong. He could almost feel his brother's sadness fill the room.

"Matthew…"

"Please, Alfred. I'm fine. Just… just go, okay? I don't want to talk anyway. If you're done, go away."

Alfred stands up and walked in the direction of the door, and he'd have to pass Matthew. The blonde looks down in the floor, completely still and silent. Alfred slows down beside him, hesitates and then sighs.

"How can I leave now? You're in pain Matt!"

He suddenly throws himself at his brother, causing the later to lose his balance and they're both crashing down on the floor.

"Ouch, Al…"

"I'm not leaving." Alfred squeezes his brother tighter, not letting him do anything. "I'm not leaving when I know you're in so much pain. How could I ever leave you now? Who knows what you can do! Let me stay Matt, no wait, you don't have a choice. I'm staying! And you'll tell me what's wrong, okay? I don't want to see you keep all that pain inside you… Damn, Mattie."

Matthew can feel the shoulder of his shirt getting wet, and the tears falling down his own cheeks. Alfred is right, who know what he can do. Blinded with sadness and hurt and anger, he could do anything if he'd be let alone. He too wraps his arms around his brother, squeezing him tight as if his life depended on it.

"I'm scared… Please, Alfred… I don't want to be alone anymore…" He sobs feeling the warm salty tears slip between his lips.

"I'm telling you, I'm not leaving."

Matthew buries his face in the crook of his brothers' neck, breathing in the familiar scent of hamburgers and that lavender shampoo he always buys for him.

"Thank you."