You couldn't blame Matthew for what he did; it's not like he meant any harm by it. Seriously how was the quiet boy that no one talks to supposed to know that his brother had tried to kill himself? It wasn't until the next day he was even told about it and the sad part was that he was told by England; of all people. What has this world come to that England has to scold Canada, the boy who never does anything wrong; about not knowing his own brothers mental collapse.
At the moment Matthew was so sad and full of guilt that he didn't even notice when America walked into the room. He didn't see the boy push his glasses up and look at him with sorrow and regret; he most likely didn't want the other boy to know about what had happen. He didn't know that the American didn't want him to know about his break down; he didn't want anyone to know about it because hero's are supposed to do the saving not be saved themselves.
So of course the blonde Canadian didn't see his look alike brother change his expression from sad to overly happy as he bound over to the boy with pushed enthusiasm. Really though, is it possible for someone to be that happy.
"Yo, Mattie what's up?" America put his arm on the top of the chair Matthew was sitting in and leaned in front of him.
The wide grin on the American's face bothered the Canadian, no one who had gone thru what he had should be that happy, should they? "Hey Al, I'm sorry about slamming the door in your face, it's just that I wanted some alone time with Russia and-." Canada cut himself off when he saw America's eye twitch and the slight sadness hidden behind them.
"It's cool bro, wanna hang out with me today!" Alfred was as happy as ever as if nothing had gone wrong; even though there were still tell-tale signs of the stress from his eye twitching to the messed up hair that was a tad bit messier then usual.
The Canadian smiled at the boy in front of him; happy to see that the boy had enough strength to be so happy. Canada stood up and walked out of the room as America slung an arm around the boy and walked out sputtering about how he wants to be the hero that stops global warming.
England watched on with a slight smile on his face; glad to see the boys were finally spending some time together. He knew he was smart to tell Canada about the issue at hand. Hopefully he could help things move along to help America recover from the little incident that isn't so little; actually it's a pretty big deal and the poor Englishman has been stressing over it since that night.
While sitting there staring at the spot that his beloved use to be provinces long ago stood; instead of seeing the grown nations they are today he saw them as the little kids they use to be that would play with each other all the time. The days when even they could see his magical friends and they would play with Charlie; the pale white unicorn they had quickly befriended.
"Ohohonhon is zat a smile I zee on your face!" the annoying accent brought the Briton out of his sweet memories, thus ending his content state of mind.
Green eyes narrowed at the smile before him, "Leave me alone, frog."
"Your smile was so beautiful, mon ami!" Francis laughed as he sashayed up to the annoyed man.
"Shut up you bloody git." The Englishman didn't have the nerves to put up with the sex driven man.
The smile changed from one of… well you know; to a concerned expression, "What iz ze matter?"
"What makes you think there's anything the bloody wrong, frog!" England was now on his way to door as he stormed away with his fists at his side.
Once outside the door he calmed down a little and walked with a solemn expression and his shoulders slumped slightly, things have been getting difficult for him. Everything seems fine but his government is becoming a handful and then his people are getting restless. He also had to deal with America's little mental issue; the poor lad. He really does still see himself as the boy's father and no matter how long ago it was it still hurts to think about that rainy, sorrowful day he fought for his independence.
The green eyed man's eye twitched when the soap-dogging-white-flagger came up to him with a hand on his arm, in mock concern; or so the man thought.
"Cher, how about we go out and have some fun, oui?" The Frenchmen gave a soft laugh in his creepy rapist way.
"I could go for a drink." The Englishmen thought out loud then he turned on France with an accusing glare and pointing finger; jumping away slightly, "You're just trying to get me drunk so I will tell you what's going on, you can't trick me frog!"
"What, moi? I would never do such a thing, mon ami." The Frenchmen showed mock hurt with a hand over his heart; of course he had to over dramatize everything.
Arthur took a minute to think then shrugged with a sigh as he had made his decision, "Fine, but don't think I'm doing this just because you asked me to!"
So a couple of minutes later they were sitting at the bar with the Englishmen hanging on the dark oak wood of the bar counter while he held a beer in one hand. Francis sat crossed legged swirling his glass of wine with a creepy smile of satisfaction while the man in front of him poured out his soul in his drunken state.
"Angleterre, why didn't you tell me such a zing had happened. I could 'ave 'elped." France was genuinely hurt by the fact he wasn't involved in this little affair. Especially since it pretty much involved the whole family except for him.
"Why would I tell you! It's not like you could have helped anyway." England slurred while he mumbled the last part to himself but Francis clearly heard every word.
"Mon cher, Je suis tellement désolé."(my dear, I'm so terribly sorry) France had a look of sadness in his blue orbs, "Come with me." His mind was made up and he knew what he was going to do to make this better.
France grabbed England and pretty much carried the brit out of the bar; of course it wasn't without protest. Once outside the pub France forced Arthur into the passenger seat of his red overly flashy convertible mustang. He then proceeded to drive to his own house, half way there though the Englishmen in his passenger seat had passed out; either from the alcohol or stress, he wasn't sure.
Finally France drove up his long drive way and parked with a sigh. It made him happy that he had decided to buy a house in all of the countries near their meetings; since there always held in the same place within the countries. With a huff the Frenchmen grabbed the small but muscled arms of the Englishmen and proceeded to drag the blonde green eyed male into his house; failing at not getting dirt on the poor unconscious man's clothes. The hardest part of all of it was unlocking the door; it amazed him that he hadn't hurt the man he was pulling by the arms; seeing as he almost fell off the porch.
As soon as he entered the house he laid England on the love seat and placed a red fuzzy blanket over his shivering body while running to the closet to get some white soft feathered pillows to support the Englishman's head. The cushions of his red velvet love seat weren't thick but not enough to hurt the Englishman's back but to give support and soft enough to make you never want to leave the comfort of its embrace. The black leather that incased the rounding of the chair brought out the blonde hair on Arthur as he snored quietly, the Frenchman watched the other man's chest rise and fall with every sleepy breath just for a few blissful minutes before getting an idea and leaving to accomplish it.
When Arthur woke up a few hours later he first noticed the water and pain killer lying on the table beside him. Next thing was that he wasn't in his hotel and that there where candles lit everywhere, along with a delightful smell coming from the kitchen. His first thoughts were of how content he felt as if he let all of his worries go; he hadn't even though of why he wasn't in his hotel room and it never occurred to him that he was in any danger.
After sitting up; allowing the blanket to fall around his body and feeling the headache that came with drinking too much alcohol he took the pills that where on the side table, and drowsily wrapped the soft blanket around his shoulders and stumbled into the kitchen, leaving the heavenly and amazingly comfortable couch.
As soon as he was inside the kitchen he saw France at the stove cooking bacon, eggs, and pancakes. France turned around and smiled at the overly stressed man he saw, who even though had a hangover looked better than he had yesterday, and waved to him with his spatula in hand, "Mon ami, good morning! Breakfast iz finished." He sat two plates down on the wooden round table with a wonderful looking light pink cloth over it and rose petals along with a candle lit in the middle. England also noticed that the lights where dimed and he was grateful for the bright light would have hurt his head a bloody a lot worse than it already did now.
"Food sounds splendid, uh thank you France." He told the man in his slightly confused state while sitting across from the Frenchman.
"Did you sleep well, mon Angleterre?" The Frenchman asked while eyeing the Englishman after a few minutes of silently eating.
England blinked a few times before answering "Yes I did actually. It's amazing how comfortable that couch is, I mean really it was like sleeping on a cloud of some sort." He said while looking back at his food and eating some more "What about you, you bloody git?" he asked just out of good manners; he was a British gentleman after all.
"Quite well ohnohnhon," France smiled at him "Seemed quite stressed yesterday non?" He asked again watching England's face expression, which changed from pleasant to serious in the blink of an eye.
"I don't know what you are talking about." He told the blonde Frenchman while obviously avoiding the subject; at least he was still able to be stubborn that in its self is a sign that things aren't too bad for the brit.
"Non? Last night you went zrough all the drinks like there was non tomorrow" France tilted his wine glass towards the Brit causing the red liquid to almost spill…almost.
"Things are just frustrating right now you stupid frog." Arthur sighed giving in to the Frenchman's need for gossip
"Oh? 'ow so?" His voice was gentle but there was a glint in his eyes almost like he was afraid he had caused it himself.
"America had a break down about everyone hating him. Mathew seems more isolated then I last remembered, and I can't get control on any of this." He said with an angry huff.
"Oh mon ami. You cannot control everyzing. You are no longer a feared pirate after all." France seemed to be nice about it, though The Brit was still slightly insulted.
"I guess you're right. Still it'd be nice to help them again, to be their father again." England looked off into a world of memories that had to do with being a father to one of the most powerful countries and second largest country in the world booth of which were wonderful young lads.
"zey do grow fast non?" The Frenchman laughed a laugh that wasn't much of a laugh as he remembered Mathew when he was so much smaller, a sad smile adorning his face.
The United Kingdom forgotten the France had also raised Canada, and probably gave more to his culture then England did himself, "You raised him well." England told France, referring to Canada of course.
"Non, 'e raised 'imself. And in doing so 'e 'as taught me many zings." Francis's voice held little emotion and that bit of emotion was sadness and regret. It seemed he put a lot of thought into this one statement.
England began to think as well "No matter how much we take credit for teaching them, they also taught us didn't they? Showed us things about ourselves we didn't even know about." England paused and then add "It's lonely without them" as a second thought.
France got up and wrapped his arms around the brit "It iz, but at least we ztill 'ave zem, and each other." He kissed the top of the Brit's head and walked out, satisfied with what he had done and said.
"Maybe," came England's soft voice as he looked down into his tea that was in his lap. "Thank you France." England stared up at the ceiling and lost himself in thought and in his own memories, leaving a small smile to linger on his lips.
It's amazing how America's one little mental collapse could cause so many relationships to come together and get new ground. It allowed Canada to see that he spent to much time with Russia but it also let Russia know just how important it was to keep family close, thus making their relationship with each other's family's improve. It also brought France and England closer together and let them realize just how much their family means to them and how much their young sons have grown over the years.
So all in all this story that seemed to be made of a lot of drabbles revolving around one incident did have a meaning to them. It meant to tell you that even though someone is happy they can crash into a darkness that lives in their minds but it can also bring people together by helping that person out.
But what did this experience do for America? Well it helped him become closer to his brother and brought his family together. Now they can all live knowing that they will always be there for one another. This taught America that he isn't alone no matter what the rest of the world thinks, and that he is still the hero.
Well that's this story people. I hope you enjoyed and I do apologize for the long wait I didn't mean for it to take this long I just kind forgot about all of this and I was so busy and I'm just coming up with excuses its really because I'm lazy and didn't care enough to actually finish it. So after writing the first 27 paragraphs and the last 2, my sister did the rest because I was brain dead. So thank you DarkAkatsukiNeko24. Well bye people. Oh yea and this is it last chapter, bye go read my all stories please!