Hey. It's Beyond, like usual. I'm sick today, so I'm now taking the chance to actually write. Even though the computer will probably make my headache worse. WHO CARES? My mom does… Ah, well. I can only watch television for so long without getting bored out of my mind.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Listen to Your Heart.

Alice splashed water into her face, trying to calm down. She stared herself down in the mirror for a few seconds before taking a towel and wiping her face off. She then saw a girl in the reflection of the mirror. Reading her lips, she saw that she had said, "You okay?"

She had long brown hair with a flower tucked in at the side. She was beautiful. Wracking her mind for the name of her, Alice remembered her name was Elizabeta. "Well, I know we have two classes together," she said, smiling. Alice just nodded, not knowing how to respond.

Trying to start a conversation, Elizabeta said, "You were great in there!" Alice just stared and slightly nodded. Elizabeta's smile faded, becoming serious. "You shouldn't listen to Alec. He's just a jerk. But, because of you, I don't think he'll be talking much in that class anymore," she said, chuckling.
Alice smiled at her, and looked at the ground. Alice then felt arms around her, pulled into a hug. She looked at the body around her, and saw that it was Elizabeta. Not knowing how to react, she awkwardly wrapped her arms around the other person.

When the other girl pulled away, she was smiling again. "Come on, let's get back in there," she said. Alice nodded, and obliged when Elizabeta put her hand out.

Gilbert, who had almost fell asleep waiting for the girl he was in charge of, jumped back into focus when he heard the bathroom door opening. He had jumped into a ninja pose, not knowing that he wasn't by himself. The two girls laughed at him, and he gave them the, "What? I'm a man, I can do stupid things if I want!" look.

Alfred's lips crashed onto Alice's as soon as she sat on the couch. Alice pushed back with as much force as Alfred, maybe even a little more. Her hand went backwards, and crashed into a picture frame. While still kissing Alfred, she tried to catch it, and it tumbled toward the floor.
Alfred pulled away and looked gingerly at the broken frame. He got up off the couch and picked it up, wiping glass away from the picture. He sat back down next to Alice, letting her see the picture. It was a woman, and she looked a lot like Alfred.

Alfred chuckled when Alice couldn't figure out who the woman she was looking at was, and getting frustrated. "That's my mom," he said, a small smile formed on his lips. Alice nodded, and then continued to look at the picture.

Sighing as he said, "She passed away four years ago of breast cancer." And his expression on his face turned grim. He sighed and then said, "You know, every day at work, I hear people complain about the silliest of things," he started, "I was there with her through the five years she fought it; never heard her complain once. But I did. Every day, she'd wake up, and then say, "It's a great day to be alive."" Alfred said, his facial expression becoming happily sad. "I remember looking at her and thinking, "There must be a heaven" because I saw it in the smiles she would give me." Alfred looked at his hands, and then continued, "She was always there for me."

For a millisecond Alfred was glad Alice couldn't hear, because his voice had cracked and he wanted to cry, but he told himself that he wouldn't. Alice stared at him, sympathy in her eyes. She put her hand on Alfred's for comfort. He smiled at her, and then said, "She's still is."
Alice looked at him in confusion, when he pulled out a square of cloth. He put it in her hands, and then choked out, "It's from her favorite sweater. I pull it out whenever I need her… And it gives me strength to go through another day."

They were silent for a few seconds, taking in everything that had passed between them. She gave back the cloth, and put the picture down. She signed something, and Alfred's lips cracked into a smile. "Of course."

He picked up his guitar and put it into her hands. She looked down on it, concentrating with all her might, and attempted to play. It came out okay, but it would've been better if she could've heard what she was playing. Alfred asked, "Can I try?"

Alice nodded weakly and passed the guitar to him. Alfred looked down at the strings, and copied the notes she had played. It came out the same, and Alice signed her approval of it. They both smiled, and Alfred asked, "Your mom wrote that, didn't she?"

Alice's eyes went a little dark before nodding. "You loved her very much, didn't you?" Alice just continued nodding. She smiled and signed something.
"Sam? Your mom called you that?" Alice nodded wildly, taking in the pleasure of the name. "You like that name better than Alice, huh? It's cute; I like it. Do you want me to call you that instead of Alice?"

'Sam' nodded, happy that her boyfriend had obliged the name. Alfred smiled at her again. "Well, I think you're beautiful, Sam." He leaned in and gave her a small kiss before going back to the guitar.

Aww! It's so cute! Anyways, yeah, Al's mommy died of Cancer. D:! And, I had to change the name of Iggy before I went mentally insane with all the vowel starting names. And I decided Prussia is a dork and would do that. I know I jump into stances whenever I get scared or something. It's actually really funny.

R&R~