A/N: I have to say that today was one of the best days of my life. You ever have one of those days where everything just really sucks and you don't want to do anything for anyone ever again? Yeah, that's how a good bit of my day was. But then I saw my best friend in the entire world and he gave me a really awesome Christmas present. I love him to death. (:

Anyway, back to the story. The last chapter really wasn't one of my favorites. I could have done better but I was fortunate enough to have my friends come and correct me.

Now we get to see how Alfred feels about everything but at least the next day is a Saturday so he can be angsty without interruption. :D

I do not own Hetalia or anything related to it besides just this fanfic alone.

After Mattie left with Ivan, Alfred had pretty much nothing to do. There was usually nothing good on TV on a Friday night and everyone else was busy with something else. He would have called Gilbert over but then he remembered that he and Ludwig had something they had to go out and do that night.

He paced back and forth through the living room trying to think of something that would get his mind off of the date and keep him happy. Nothing was coming to mind since all he could think about was the date. He didn't want Ivan's nasty hands being anywhere near Matthew and he wasn't sure how he would react if he saw Ivan actually touching him.

Alfred was sure that he could start thinking of ways that he could plan Ivan's death or figure out a way that he and Mattie could leave the country and become a hermit where no one could find them and it would just be them. It as a dream he didn't mind focusing on but it was definitely not one that was going to happen anytime soon.

He finally gave up and sat on the couch to maybe try to find something that would be decent enough to watch. He turned on the TV and the first thing that came up was the local news. It was the same thing that was always on the news. Someone saved a cute little kitten, another house was broken into, and a stupid politician had a hissy fit because he didn't get his way.

Alfred didn't change the channel because he was too lazy to reach over about an inch and grab the remote to use the smallest amount of energy possible to press a button and change the channel. He sat through every bit of news including the horrible looking sports lady who looked like she cut off a horse's tail and glued it to her head in a substitute for a nice looking hair.

Even through the torture of the news, he watched one of the most painful shows ever, Wheel of Fortune. The show frustrated Alfred to no end since everyone else would know what the puzzle was even while he was still trying to figure it out. Sometimes, he still wouldn't get it even after they gave the answer.

It just made him feel more stupid than he would care to feel. Even with all of those reasons in front of him to reach for the remote, he still was too lazy to try an attempt for it. He was too into it by the third puzzle. He was yelling at the TV telling him that they needed to give him the answer before he decided to change the channel and found some other game show that would make him happy. Fortunately, someone answered the puzzle then and Alfred's anger was satisfied for the next five seconds until they gave another puzzle.

It continued like that throughout the show until someone won the bonus round and the credits began to roll as cheesy jokes were shared. Alfred sighed in relief as one of the biggest ordeals of that day was finally over. He looked at the clock and saw that it was only seven thirty. It was a half hour before either Papa or Dad would come home.

He was about to find another game show to watch that would keep him entertained but then his stomach made itself known that it was hungry. He sighed and stood up and walked into the kitchen. After digging through the entire fridge, pantry, and anywhere else they had food, he decided to have Lucky Charms because he was absolutely sure that it was going to be magically delicious. Why would a commercial say it if it wasn't true?

Alfred poured the cereal into the bowl and got the milk out and got himself a spoon. He carried everything into the living room and began to eat and surf through channels once more. After going through every channel that there possibly was, he decided to stop on one of those teenage drama shows that were overly fake and overly dramatic.

Ten seconds into it and Alfred was hooked. It was describing everything he was feeling right at that moment. Some guy named Steve was stealing Adriana, who was Tim's girlfriend. The drama pulled Alfred into it and he couldn't keep his eyes off of it. Never before would he have thought that this would be something that he would actually like.

"Noooooo, Adriana! Don't leave Tim! He loves you too much and he doesn't care that he's not the father of the baby!" Alfred yelled at the top of his lungs getting dramatic and falling on his knees almost like he was actually trying to plead the girl to stay with Tim.

Only then did he notice that both Papa and Dad were home and watching him with a disturbed look on their face. Arthur put his hand on his face and just shook his head saying something about how they should have gotten Alfred therapy when he was younger. Francis stood there for a minute before bursting out into laughter and following behind Arthur.

Alfred's face went red and he turned off the TV. He put everything back up into the kitchen and went up to his room for the rest of the night. There was nothing much in there but it was better than nothing. He went over to his music collection to see if he could find something that he could jam out to for a bit.

Not even a moment of searching and he found the CD that he was looking for. He put it in the stereo that was across the room from his bed and turned it on. Instantly the music began to play and he skipped tracks to get to the song that he was looking for. Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus began to carry through the room.

Along with that sucky drama show, this showed every word that he ever wanted to say to Mattie. He would want to be with Mattie no matter what happened even if something should happen to him in the end. A tear or two slipped down Alfred's face but he wiped it away since he was going to be strong and figure a way through this. After a few times listening to the song, Alfred remembered that he needed to tell Arthur and Francis that Matthew was out on a… date.

He ran down the stairs since there was no point in waiting to tell them and he wanted to be done with it and go back to be all angsty in his room. Arthur and Francis were in the living room on the couch were Alfred and Matthew almost kissed. That thought made Alfred even more depressed than he already was.

They were happily snuggled up together watching some program on the cooking channel. It seemed that Francis was trying to get Arthur to understand that his cooking wasn't right. Arthur seemed to be too tired to try and protest what the television was on.

"Oh, by the way, Mattie went on a date with Ivan Braginski and they won't be back for a few hours." Alfred said as fast as he could with it still being understandable. Once more, it was silent for a few seconds before sniffling was heard. Alfred glanced over at Francis and saw that he was starting to cry a bit. Arthur sighed again and leaned away from him.

"My little boy is growing up so fast!" Francis sobbed in the most dramatic way either Alfred or Arthur had heard ever. Arthur patted Francis's back… sort of in a way to try to make him feel a little better. Alfred didn't feel okay with standing there hearing about how Matthew was going on a date with someone that wasn't him.

Alfred left the room as fast as he could and put back on his music to try and block out his thoughts. Anything was better than thinking about how Matthew was happy with someone that wasn't him. Arthur noticed that something was up with Alfred but he was too busy trying to get Francis to shut up and stop crying. "Why can't you be quiet already?"