This is going to be the drama portion of the story, it's just something sweet and sad. Alfred is 11 and Matthew is 9 so they're going to need to grow a bit before they meet any potential love interest, their native American names do play a role in their character and future chapters. Human names used. Please enjoy and review.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Alfred's Journal, Sunday 28th.

Dad seems a bit brighter maybe that letter made him happy! I'm glad I could do something for him, Matt and I made him breakfast. He didn't eat much though and said we should eat the rest. We are growing boys he says, he says that a lot lately. Matt is always worrying I have to distract him, so I decided that we should go play hide n seek. He kept saying it doesn't work with two people, but I say nay! He's just made that I can climb the trees and get a good hiding spot. You should see his face when he can't find me! Actually ,he's really good at hiding too, and It seems like I always just miss him, he said I walked by him a couple times and didn't even notice! Weird huh? It wasted a lot of time and it was fun to play with him, afterwards we decided to take dad to the river near by and have a picnic. I carried dad! He has gotten lighter! It was nice though but dad had to bundle up even when it was so warm outside. We enjoyed our time though, it was nice, he laughed a lot and talked with us about many things.

Matthew's Journal, Sunday 28th.

I don't know whether to love or ate Alfred, Etu the sun. Me- ooljee the moon. Night and day, he just doesn't feel what's going on does he? I mean can he not sense it? Why does he ask to play games and do things that may only ruin our dads health even more. Dad is…fighting still, I'm trying really hard though, I tried the other medicine today to see if it would work, I hope so. He seemed brighter then usual, maybe just less stressed. Still when Alfred took dad with us for the picnic, I was glad, it seemed like a normal lunch with the family. If it were me I never would have suggested dad leave the house in his condition, still Alfred rushed forward and did what he wanted. We talked a lot and dad looked happy. This is a day I want to remember, I'll put a star next to this page. Mom, please watch over dad, Alfred too though he doesn't need it. I will try my best in your stead but please watch over them. Also, can you help Alfred with his common sense too? Haha, I miss you mom.

Alfred's Journal, Monday 29th.

Dad was busy writing something today, I wonder what that was about? Maybe he will have another mission for me! I hope I can run that path faster then before, that would be so cool! I think I can do it! Matt, is still supper stressed, I said he would get grey hair if he kept that up and he only gave me an angry look and denied that would happen. He's so easy to fluster, it's cute! Oh don't tell him I said that, please! Haha Like a journal could do that!

Matthew's Journal, Monday 29th.

Dad, seems healthier I hope, maybe mom is helping him and watching over him. She has such a beautiful spirit anyone would feel good from being in contact with it. I still can't sleep at nights, it's hard when my mind is busy.

P.s. Alfred is a jerk! I hate him!

Matthew's Journal, Tuesday 30th.

Dad took a turn for the worse and can no longer get out of bed on his own, this is very scary, I'm scared... really scared. Alfred and I share a room but have separate beds, we decided to share a bed tonight. I think Alfred finally understands what's happening. I'm scared mom, what do I do? Alfred says he's going to go into town to get a doctor but will they come all the way out here?

Matthew's Journal, Wednesday 31st.

Dad got a bit better, he had more color in his cheeks but he still can't get out of bed with out one of us helping him. Alfred is still smiling and talking cheerfully to him, like nothing is wrong. I on the other hand can't help but stare full of pity and sorrow. I can't even to fake a smile at my dad, who's probably scared as well. Alfred and I are sleeping in the same bed again, he told me stories that mom used to tell us. Native American stories about the spirits and the animals of the native land. Alfred was good at telling stories, he fell asleep quickly though.

Matthews Journal, Thursday 1st.

Dad forced himself up this morning and was writing something down quickly, he said I couldn't be there while he wrote so I left the room. Alfred was waiting outside and pretended to just be passing, it made me wonder if he always would wait outside the door and listen. He laughed at me that I was thrown out of dad's room and I punched him in the arm. He chuckled and said I was getting tougher. I smiled, I couldn't help it, he just brings that out of people, a smile. We sat in front of his door for the longest time, whispering to each other. The last time I talked to dad today, he told me that tomorrow is going to be the full moon and we should watch it together. He smiled and it seemed so full of sorrow and regret. When I got the chance I went behind the house and cried for a while till Alfred was calling me to help make dinner.

Alfred's Journal, Thursday 1st.

I'm really no good at this writing thing! I can't do it everyday, sometimes it's all just jumbling around in my head I can't even begin to sort it out and write it down. Impossible, but I finally got some time to clear my head and write. THings have been…hectic…dad isn't doing to good. Old man should be tougher then this, he said he was shot before and lived! Maybe he lied, no dad would never lie! He's not the type! Matt is really sad lately, I've tried my best to make him happy or at least distract him. He cried today, I know, I didn't see him but I know he did.

P.s. Tomorrow is the full moon, dad says he wants to watch it together.

Alfred's Journal, Friday 2nd.

Dad gave me a mission this morning! I'm going to run to town and drop off these letters to the post office again! I'm going to run so fast that I'm going to fly. I'm also going to pick up some of these weird foods Matt likes, it'll make him so happy! I'm off!

Matthew's Journal, Friday 2nd.

I don't feel like writing today, sorry.

John's Letter.

My dear friend Roderich, how are you lately? Me? I'm good! How's your wife doing? Strong and beautiful as ever? I have a favor it ask you my friends, I'm sorry I didn't give you much warning, I didn't have much of one myself. I feel horrible for doing this. I'm actually pretty ill, a disease which seems to spread and take over my body. I'm not just growing old, I'm growing tired and weak by day. I fear for the worst. The worst is to come but I need to make sure my boys are in good hands, they can't live here alone so I'm asking you, when my time comes will you take in my boys? They are good boys, strong too! I know this is a difficult request, I will give you all the money I have left in my life, just please give them a home and some love to grow on. I fear things won't last much longer so respond as soon as possible. I'm sorry again, for doing all of this…it is not in my intention to be just a burden.

Love John.

Alfred's Journal, Same day, Friday 2nd.

I delivered that letter so fast! Ahahaha! I was like a free horse, nothing could stop me! The wind picked up a bit and it felt like it was pushing me forward leading me to town, maybe it was mom helping me? Oh mom! I don't need your help I can run on my own! Haha thanks though! When I came back, I was sweaty so I rinsed off. Matthew was looking so down and wasn't leaving his bed. I tried to get him to move but he wouldn't, I even jumped around on his bed, he just kicked me off! It was really mean! I decided to let him off the hook this time and I went outside and sat out under the sun, it was nice.

(Normal Point of View)

After Alfred finished writing in his journal he closed it and moved it to the side of his desk. He heard his father calling him and Matthew to come over and help him out of his bed. They quickly scrambled out of their room and went straight to their fathers who had his feet slung off the bed trying to get himself to sit up. The two young boys went and helped him up, they pulled his arms and let him lean on them to gain balance. They slowly made their way to the porch. The moon was behind the trees but would be making it's way over soon to shine it's soft rays on them.

They sat down together, Alfred and Matthew sitting on the side of their father as a support, he had his arms draped around their shoulders and started to tell them stories, stories of when he was younger, of their mother, of their names and what they mean and all the good they could do for the world if they tried. The two young boys sat silently and listened and only nodded and smiled slightly all the while their father looked up at the sky. He seemed to be looking at some far off place in the sky, somewhere he could not reach but wanted to go to. He chuckled to himself softly in the middle of a story, which caused the two boys to look up curiously.

"What is it dad?" Alfred asked, brimming with curiosity,

"Huh? ….oh nothing, just remembering something." He replied softly. He kissed both on the top of the head.

"You know, your names are something you should never forget, which means you cannot forget each other. The sun and the moon are always connected, remember that. You may not see you're own positive attributes but the other will, along with your negative ones. As brothers you must support each other, in what ever they peruse but it's good to tell them how you feel about it too. The moon , is dependable, the healer, someone who time and time again, no matter how many times he gets knocked down will stand up again, gaining something from every moment. The moon remembers and grows wiser. It shines it wisdom softly on those who can appreciate it." He gave Matthew a small rub and a caring gaze before looking back up at the moon, Matthew looked to his dad then to the moon, it seemed bigger to him tonight.

"The sun, is fire, strong unlike anyone has ever seen, full of energy that never fades . Constantly giving off warmth and light to others. The sun who only follows one path, the one it burned itself. Stubborn, unyielding, aggressive, greedy all for its own goal to go forward. People are drawn to the sun and follow it's light, it's able to shine through cloudy days. Tough and free, people can't help but acknowledge and respect him. The sun though is not good with touching something lovingly, it's caress can burn someone alive so he must be careful." He then looked over to Alfred who was staring at him the whole time, he pinched Alfred's cheek, who yanked away with a giggle.

"What are you dad?" Matthew asked softly.

Their father looked to Matthew then to the moon. "I'd say….the sea. I was a sailor back in my day, remember I taught you both how to swim? Yeah, I'm the sea and your mom…she's the earth. So wherever you go her spirit will be there…" He said softly then looked to the moon. Alfred looked up at the moon, was it always this bright?

The three men stared up at the moon together, in a peaceful silence that filled the air which was warm and sweet to smell. For a moment they felt nothing but then their father seemed to close his eyes and lower his head, both boys dared not look at him. His body slumped forward, his arms still draped around their necks kept him from falling. His body hung lifelessly and both boys stared horrified at the moon. They new what had just happened, they both sat there, they dared not look at each other or their father. Both begin to get teary eyed, and both started crying, silently at first then wails of anguish. It lasted till the moon drifted across the sky behind more trees. The boys after a few more moments decided to move their dad back to bed. They placed him in his bed, like he was sleeping and went to their own bedrooms, they held their hands clasped tightly and cried together. They fell asleep in each others arms a few tears still wetting their faces.

I'm horrible, I know but this is for their character. Thanks for reading this chapter, next one will pick up on a lighter not and really get the story going.