So... here it is! It really was hard to write! I apologize for the slow updating, but being at the university is very stressful and stuff! Though, buttloads of fun!

But I shal not bore you furter with my AN, no I'll do that at the end, after you read this chapter!

BTW

I do not own anything from Hetalia. At all.

Chapter 2

Miss White and Doctor Maxwell

"This is sooo COOL~!" A very, very loud voice yelled. "Look, look Mattie! A cloud! Can you believe it? It looks so fluffy and soft and… IS THAT A BIRD? Ooooh what a view!"

"Yes Alfred, it's very pretty-" The voice that answered was in total contrast with the cheerful one, quiet, submissive, somewhat invisible…sound wise…

Yeah.

"LOOK AT THAT! YOU CAN SEE THE PLANE'S WING FROM HERE!"

"It's been there the whol-"

"Wouldn't it be totally badass if this plane went down and I'll be like; 'I'll save you all cuz' I'm the hero! 'and then there would be all these snakes in the plane and I could yell out heroic stuff and you would all be totally admiring…ing me, because I would've been the hero and saved you all from a fiery, awful death. Wouldn't it be badass? Wouldn't it Mattie?"

"Yes, Alfred, off course it would."

"I KNOW right? Listen to this! What if-"

At this point in time, Matthias decided to tune out the conversation that was bugging the hell out of him, and probably the whole damn plane. He sighed, it wasn't that he was unhappy that Alfred had somewhat returned to his cheerful older self, instead of his snappish angry alter ego, but Matthias had to admit that he had forgotten exactly how hyper and annoying the boy could be. But regardless, it seemed that the idea that they would uncover Arthur's killer had seriously lifted the boy's spirits. Matthias knew that the boy had not only been sad but angry too, that his brother's death was so easily overlooked by the police. Though Matthias supposed that the sunny boy would never truly return to his older self, the tiniest things seemed to snap the boy back into an angry and depressed mood, the boy's fuse was so incredibly short it was unnerving. Matthew however, hadn't changed in the slightest other that the bitch fest a few days ago, Matthew had returned to his passive (aggressive) attitude and seemed still uncomfortable with the idea of going to London.

But all that really paled in to comparison at his current situation. Because (as Alfred so delicately hinted at) they were in a plane… in the air… thousands of feet in the sky. Matthias clenched his hand on his knees. It wasn't natural, it just wasn't, it was a giant machine full of flammable substances catapulted in the air at a ridiculous speed… dear god he was in a plane!

And no! He wasn't being a pussy, it was motherfucking scary and a miracle that he could sit so calmly in his chair without making a sound (although he had the very strong urge to run around in circles screaming like a little girl). It really took all his strength and will power to remain nice and calm because, yeah, he needed to be a good roll Modell to the cute and innocent kids…

But you know, Alfred talking about ways the airplane could crash in an invincible ball of burning and agonizingly hot fire wasn't really helping his situation… Like, at all.

"Dude, I'm going to take a piss, where's the toilet?" Alfred told them oh so elegantly (which Matthias actually didn't care about, he wasn't prissy like Arthur).

"At the end, there." Matthew pointed to the end of the plane, Matthias paled.

"All righty." Alfred straightened himself. "I'll be right bac-"

"NO!" Matthias grabbed to boys hand and yanked him back. "Stay were you are!"

The few people who hadn't been staring at them (because of Alfred obnoxious yelling) sure were now.

"Dude, what the hell?"

"Stay there! Nobody move! It might disrupt the delicate balance of the damned thing and then we crash! Oh dear god! I don't want to join Arthur in the afterlife yet!"

"Dude-"

"Don't move, I said! Sweet mother of Jezus, please let us make it!"

"dude, listen to me! If that happens… I'LL BE YOUR TOTAL HERO!"

Silence, until Matthew stood up from his chair, a red palm print on his forehead. Matthias paled again, and he tried to grab the other one's hand too, sadly though, Matthew was quicker in avoiding him.

"What are you doing, Matthew!"

"I'm going to find a new family."

The boy promptly walked away from them, Matthias own shouts about how he was making the plane crash and Alfred complaints about how they were the most awesome family ever ignoring.

Several hours later, three men stood at the exit of the London airport, marvelling at the city before them. The man in the middle was brightly smiling and clutching his star-spangled banner suitcase to his chest which was clad in an evenly patriotic shirt (a far too thin shirt, since it rained in London, like, always). On the right stood a very different looking boy, roughly (exactly) the same age and also the same height, but with a less cheerful look upon his face and a rather big hand-shaped bruise on his forehead, also, he was waving regrettably at some family who was walking away. One the left of the patriotic boy stood a very large and older man, pale and sickly looking, in his eyes a look of sheer terror, as if he had just looked death in the face. The man was clutching the other boy with all his might.

In short, Matthew, Alfred and Matthias had arrived in London. And boy, it better be ready for them.

"So where to now?" Alfred asked Matthias, who finally released him and grabbed his cell phone, which had navigation on it, which is totally handy and cool. It was already dark outside, nearing eleven O'clock and they had just been through a horrid and long flight, needless to say, they were pretty damn tired. All three of them had agreed that they would first get to a hotel and sleep, so the the following day they could search for Arthur's mother and from there on they would see where they would go.

Matthias found the right Hotel on his cell phone and guided the two boys through the streets of London. Luckily, the place wasn't very far from the airport and within twenty minutes they stepped into a decent looking lobby.

Without much trouble they got the keys from the very nice (an well-endowed, Matthias noticed) receptionist, and they were off to their room. It wasn't much, a single room with three beds, a bathroom and a telly, but it was enough. Mathias watched as Alfred immediately occupied the bed closest to the window, pouncing on it, then moving to lay flat on his stomach, Matthew wordlessly placed his bag in front of the next bed and began to unpack his clothes. He himself moved to the last bed, closest to the door, and he sat down. He was tired, very tired, the long and stressful trip was getting to him, but he still wanted to explain to the boys what would happen the following day.

"Boys listen…" He began, immediately Alfred let out a groan, signalling he didn't want to do anything but sleep. Matthew, however, had immediately stopped unpacking and moved to sit on his bed, face towards Matthias. The intense violet stare unnerving the blonde man a little.

"Alfred, get your ass up, little brat. I've got stuff to say!" He said, not in the mood for Alfred's antics, Matthias wanted to sleep too after all. Alfred, with a lot of groaning and whining, moved to sit upright and looked his way, his hair already in disarray and his brows frowned in annoyance.

"What's it? I wanna sleep!" He whined, so very, very annoyingly.

Matthias closed his eyes for a second, his fuse already short, he resisted the urge to give the boy a kick under his ass. "Don't be a brat," "I'm not a brat!" "I want to tell you two about tomorrow."

"We're going to Miss White, right?" Matthew spoke up, his voice barely audible.

Matthias nodded. "Yes, I've found out the address, so we'll hail a cab and let it drive us to the destination. I want us all up and about at eight."

"Eight? That's far to early!" Alfred exclaimed. "Can't we sleep a little bit longer?"

Matthias was about to respond to the lazy boy, when Matthew cut him off.

"Don't complain so much, brother." Matthew softly said, but there was a bite to his words, although he smiled sweetly in Alfred's direction. "After all, uncle Matthias is trying to speak."

Alfred grumbled unintelligently, but remained quiet, dimly playing with the bedspread. Probably sulking because his brother had berated him.

"Yeah, Thanks Matthew, Where was I?" Matthias spoke up again." O right, Arthur's mother. Well after we've talked to her, we'll know where to turn next. But, both of you, I want you to listen very carefully to what I'm about to say. Alfred, I want you to look at me."

Alfred, who had still been messing with his bedspread and thus not looking in his direction, looked up; he seemed to recognize the serious tone in which the giant man was speaking. Matthew eyes became, if possible, more intense.

"I don't know what we're dealing with here, but not under any circumstances do I want you boys investigating this thing alone. You will not go to potential suspects – and those will be everybody Arthur knew- and question them without me, never. Understood? I don't want you two in any kind of danger."

'Yes, uncle Matthias." Matthew quietly spoke up and Matthias nodded at him, before he moved his gaze towards Alfred. Who had a thoughtful look upon his face.

"But," he began. "What if there's a break-"

"No, Alfred, not without me. Do you understand?" Matthias knew Alfred, the boy had the tendency to want to be the hero, fix everything on his own.

"…"

"Alfred?" His voice was forceful now.

"You're treating us as children, we're already eighteen-!"

"Alfred Jones, do you understand?"

"…Alright, I won't"

Matthias was relieved, he really didn't want those boys to get themselves into trouble. "Alright, let's go to sleep. We've got a busy day tomorrow."

Not long after, they were all in their respective beds. The lights were switched off and everything was drowned in darkness. But although Matthias was really tired, he couldn't sleep. It wasn't in his carefree personality, but still, right now he couldn't help but worry. Had it really been clever to involve the two young men into this? Alfred was such a loose cannon and Matthew… Matthew had to put his education on hold for this. But still, the way everything -prior to coming to London- had been going wasn't good either, Matthias knew that the two needed this just as much as he did.

But still, he couldn't help but wonder… Was he putting the two in danger?

Not for the first time since the two boys had been in his care, Matthias regretted the promise he made Arthur so long ago.

Slowly he could feel his eyed drifting closed, sleep taking over, that one memory in the forefront of his mind.

Green eyes stared intoxicated at him, the owner was swaying on his bar seat, not yet falling. But however drunk the blonde midget was, he still kept their gaze locked and intense. He seemed shocked at the words Matthias had said. Matthias would've been shocked about his own words too, and their meaning, if he wasn't so busy staring at those green, beautiful, eyes.

The whole conversation about rowdy brothers had started as a joke, but it had turned dead serious now. Though Matthias couldn't bring himself to care; if he could just look into those eyes a second longer.

He would do anything, if he could just stare in those eyes a little while longer.

Despite his whining the previous night, Alfred was the first to wake up. The sun was filtering through the curtains just barely and Alfred lazily move into a sitting position before stretching and yawning. He was in a good mood, hell, heroes were always in good moods, but today he felt really good; they were finally doing something. Alfred turned to his brother, noticed that he was still sleeping and then turned to Matthias, he was also still sleeping, before looking at the alarm clock. It was a quarter past seven.

Alfred silently padded to the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the water cascaded down his body he tried to relax. He was anxious, he couldn't deny that, Alfred had no doubt that the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but he never was one to take the easy way out… except for the last months. He really had been quite an asshole, he knew that, but he would try to remedy that. The last couple of days had been an eye-opener, it wasn't that he wasn't sad or angry anymore, but for the first time in a long while he had noticed both Matthew and Matthias. It seemed Alfred wasn't the only one angry and sad and he would do his best to be less of a dick. He had decided this the night after he had found the letter.

Matthew and Matthias should just wait and see; he would be the hero once again, he would become their hero.

A while later, Alfred exited the bathroom, only to see Matthew already dressed and sitting on the bed. His quiet brother seemed to be reading some huge book on some extremely boring topic, he didn't even notice Alfred stepping in the room. The blonde hero took a minute to watch his brother read, Matthews eyes focused and alert; brows frowned, before Alfred felt a grin tug at his mouth and he stepped forward, stealing Matthews book with one fluid motion.

Shocked, Matthew looked up. "Hey! What are you doing? Give my book back!"

Matthew got up from the bed he was sitting on and moved to grab the book back, Alfred just laughed and held the book high, just a few centimetre too high for Matthew to reach.

"Mattie," Alfred grinned when he saw the annoyed twitch of Matthew's eyebrow when the blonde realized that even when he stood on his tiptoes, Alfred was still just a little taller, so he couldn't reach his beloved freaking huge mind killer book. "Whatcha doing reading this shit?" He wiggled the book in his hand a little (making the different coloured book markers fall out).

"It's from college! Now give it back!"

"But I'm totally saving you from this monstrosity! You should thank me." Alfred grinned at his twin brother, eyes shining with fake innocence.

"It's interesting!"

"It is?" Alfred lowered the book to take a look –quickly avoiding Matthews grabbing hands and dodging his tackles- and read a random page which was opened. Dear god, it was even more boring than he had feared! "Mattie, dude, seriously, 'The use of axial flow down-pumping agitators in biological processes'. I don't even know half the words that are in here!"

Matthew huffed. "Big surprise there."

"That's low bro, I'm very smart." Alfred ignored the loud snort. "There MUST be a playboy or something hidden in here! No person in their right mind would voluntarily read this shit!" Alfred began shuffling the pages, desperately trying to ignore the boring titles that were presented to him while doing so. But no, no playboy could be found.

"It's for college, Alfred." Matthew tried to make another grab, since Alfred was distracted and all, but the blonde simply darted away from his grabbing hands, again. "I'm trying to keep up, in case you didn't notice; you two dragged me to London."

Alfred gave the boy a sceptical look. "You've read this great evil thing almost the whole flight long. Besides, I doubt that three months into college you already have to be at chapter…" Alfred turned the pages to the furthest sticky bright coloured note. "thirty-six. Christ, you really need to relax Mattie!"

"I can do what I want, please Alfred, give me my book back."

"No."

"No?"

"Mattie, I'm being the total hero here! If this continued, three weeks from now, you won't have a social life anymore! You'd be considered such a nerd!" Alfred nodded (to himself). "I'm totally going to save you from nerdiness, my brother."

"…Alfred, we're in London, we don't have a social life here! We don't know anybody!"

"Dude, seriously, ever heard of Facebook?"

"This hotel doesn't have internet."

"WHAT!"

"How are you?" Surprised, Doctor Maxwell looked up, next to him stood a blonde nurse –Stacy, he recalled- how long had she been there? Seeing him like that? Him staring at the woman behind the glass lying in that hospital bed …

"How am I?" Maxwell thought about that question and he really didn't know the answer. It wasn't like something as this hadn't happened before, as a matter of fact he had expected the woman to snap again. But still… every time he failed in saving her…

It just really hurt.

Nurse Stacy was looking at him in concern and Doctor Maxwell briefly wondered if she would have been so interested in his wellbeing if he hadn't been voted the most handsome doctor in the hospital. He quickly squished the thought though, Nurse Stacy was just trying to be nice.

It was no secret to the staff that the woman behind that glass door had been his patient for quite a while now, appointed to him when he first started working in the hospital, and how long was he working here already? thirteen, fourteen years? God, he didn't even know anymore. But the fact remained that the woman had been his patient for a really long time, he had made progress with her of course, but the damage she'd done to herself was severe and sometimes he wondered if he would ever succeed in giving her but a sample of life back. It wasn't very likely though.

Doctor Maxwell dreaded today and what would happen. He had been surprised when he heard, it had been twelve years since someone visited the blonde woman. He almost hadn't believed it, thought it was a prank. But then the receptionist had shown him the names of the people who wanted to see the woman that day; Matthew Williams, Matthias Køhler and Alfred Jones.

Jones.

That was a name Maxwell knew.

It didn't make any sense to the doctor though, the receptionist had told him the gentleman on the phone had been quite surprised that the woman was residing in a hospital. The caller had wanted to come by as early as possible, but the blonde woman being in the fragile state she was, it was essential the group of three would come when he, her doctor, was with her. Furthermore, what did these people want from his patient? Doctor Maxwell had never heard of any of those people and he had thought that if someone named Jones would come and visit her, it would've been Thomas Jones, not some Alfred.

And, of course, he would've liked it if Arthur Kirkland came too. Doctor Maxwell really wanted to apologize to that boy. He had been a total wanker to the blonde haired kid.

"Doctor Maxwell?"

The Doctor looked up and turned around, Stacy was gone, in front of him stood the head nurse. A fifty year old woman, the person who taught the new doctors the ropes, the mother hen of the hospital really. She was looking at him with real concern, so different as the look Stacy had given him and he felt his stomach twist in anticipation.

"They're here."

It was then that the doctor noticed the three men standing behind the motherly woman. "Thank you Mrs Lawton," He gave her his dazzling trademark smile. "I can handle it from here." And she walked of ( a little dizzily, his smile had that effect on women (and some men)).

They were all tall, all three of them. Blonde too.

The tallest and blondest of the three stepped forward, his hair spiky and wild, a smile not as dazzling as his own, but playful and cocky. He was obviously the oldest of the three, though not old; he couldn't be more than thirty years old. The blonde extended his hand and Maxwell took it, their handshake was firm and strong. "Good day." Maxwell greeted. "I'm doctor Maxwell. You are the ones that called this morning?"

"Yes that would have been me!" The blonde giant produced a light laugh. "You've got a very nice sounding secretary, Doctor, maybe I could meet her? Her voice sounded very-"

The blond boy who stood to the right coughed lightly -clearly a sign that the other should stop talking- before his mouth stretched in a grin so blinding and white that doctor Maxwell had to look away for a second. "Don't mind him, Doctor, He's just not as cool and heroic as me!" The boy grabbed his hand rather roughly and started to shake it enthusiastically up and down. "I am Alfred F. Jones! Nice to meet you! So you're like a hero-doctor right? That's so cool! Oh by the way, that pervy guy was Matthias Køhler and the boy who is too shy to talk is called Matthew Williams! It's so awesome that you could help us!" Doctor Maxwell blinked, the boy was the splitting image of his father, right down to his personality. "I mean, we were all like Artie's mother is in a hospital, what the fudge? You know? And then Matthias was all like 'how's that possible' and I was like 'I don't know dude and Matthew was like 'I need some peace and quiet to read my insanely boring and heavy and awful study book' and then we all decided to walk around London to pass the time and boy! IT's a really nice city! Only the rain won't shut up, you know? Well if you ask m-"

"Alfred, You're rambling." Said the pervy man –Matthias- effectively cutting the enthusiastic boy up and saving the doctors ears. And his hand too; during that whole rambling session the youth hadn't bothered to stop shaking his hand; fortunately now it was released.

"All right," Maxwell started. "I presume that you blokes are the ones who requested to see Elizabeth White; my patient?"

"Y-yes, D-doctor." The quiet boy stuttered, speaking up for the first time. He and Alfred looked a lot alike. Though not personality wise, it seemed.

"Before you can talk to her, I need to know what your relationship is with my patient and what your business is here, she is in a fragile state of mind right now." Maxwell looked the three people strictly in the eyes, they seemed to be surprised by the news.

"Fragile state of mind." Matthias spoke. "What do you mean?"

"I'll explain in a minute, first I like to know exactly who you three are."

Matthias stepped forward. "Do you know who Arthur Kirkland is?" he asked.

"Yes I do, the boy's her son. He came here once before."

Matthias ignored the golden youth's quiet "he did?" and took the lead again. "I'm his best friend, and this are his half-brothers, Matthew and Alfred."

"Mr. Jones had more kids then? But Matthew, his last name is Williams…"

The quiet boy gave a quiet and small smile. "M-mom was s-s-strong headed, she wanted one of her twins to have her last n-name."

"Yeah." Golden boy laughed. "They were so weird! But also totally awesome of course!"

Were, it didn't escape the doctors notice. So Mr Jones died? A bloody shame, he had been a nice enough bloke.

Matthias spoke up again. "I have no problem giving you this information, but without a doubt, you've already checked it out, haven't you, I already gave it to the secretary over the phone after all."

Doctor Maxwell gave a light smile. "You can't be to cautions, but I guess I shouldn't distrust a police officer." He sighed. "Very well, let me explain the situation."

He gestured behind him, to the woman behind the glass. The trio immediately walked forward towards the glass to get a better view. Elizabeth White had moved, she was now sitting up, looking blankly into space. Her soft hair fell around her like smooth silk, her mouth was in straight line.

"I-is that…?"

"Yes, that is Elizabeth White, this hospital has a special wing for mentally ill patients, we're standing in that wing now." He said seriously. "I'm sure Arthur told you about this – although I don't understand why he wants you to visit his mother- but she is very distressed; she's been here for a long time, but only little progress has been made."

"She's sick?" Alfred's voice was small and sad, so unlike the way he had spoken before. "For how long?"

Doctor Maxwell looked at the three people standing behind him and was surprised to see the shock in their faces. "She's been admitted here for years and years, surely Arthur told you?" No answer, Doctor Maxwell sighed (for the umpteen time that day) and finally asked the questions he really wanted to know. "Why would the boy even want you three to visit her? She doesn't know you at all. And hasn't he told you the whole situation…?"

"No he hasn't." Matthias unnervingly calm voice floated through the empty hallway. "He didn't."

Doctor Maxwell could feel himself getting frustrated. "Then what the bloody hell-"

"He's dead."

This time, Matthew's voice didn't stutter. It was almost unnerving how intense the kid was staring at the woman in the hospital bed. "He's dead, and we have to tell her."

Oh

Arthur Kirkland died? But he was so young, he couldn't have been more than twenty-seven years old… Life indeed could be cruel.

And Elizabeth…

Maxwell shoulders sagged, how was it, that even now… when confronted with a young man's untimely end, he still could only worry about…

"It'll destroy her."

Silence met his statement. He immediately felt guilty about that little sentence, however true it's wording may have been. But Elizabeth was fragile and there was no telling how she would react to the dead of her only child. Still, Maxwell knew, she was his mother and she had every right to know. How could he be so selfish as to deny her that truth? He had no right. Just as he had no right in blaming the three men before him for bringing bad news, just as he didn't have any right to blame Arthur about his lack of compassion, so many years ago.

"Arthur Kirkland… He wanted you to tell her if something happened to him?"

The tree kept staring at the woman, Matthias and Alfred looking sad, Matthew was still sporting that intense look. Eventually Matthias nodded.

"Yes, though I didn't know that she was sick… Did Arthur know? Earlier… you told us he visited…"

Maxwell nodded. "Yes, once."

Alfred seemed to snap out his thoughts with his answer. "Once? But she's sick! Why didn't he come more often?" Maxwell could see the genuine confusion on the boy's face, as if Maxwell answer didn't match with the older brother he knew. "Arthur is not the kind that would abandon his mother! Why didn't he visit more often?"

Maxwell gave him a smile. "I do not know boy, I've asked myself that same question. But… I'm sure," His gaze moved, once again, to the woman. "he had his reasons."

"C-c-can y-you tell u-us about when Arthur came to v-v-visit her?" Matthew stuttered, he seemed to be unable to talk normally to strangers. The other two looked towards him with interest.

And Doctor Maxwell began his story.

"She's been in my care since I started working here." The doctor scoffed. "I was young and naïve, convinced I could cure everybody, Hah! What a fool I was. Miss White was a lost case, everybody knew that, so why not assign her to a new recruit?" The handsome doctor laid one hand on the glass wall, eyes trained on the woman behind the glass. "They were just trying to teach me that not everybody could be saved, I know that now. But back then, I tried everything to trigger some reaction from her. When I heard that her son wanted to see her –after years of absence, we didn't even know she had a son!- I was ecstatic, thinking it may be the trigger to get that woman to talk again; she hadn't yet. I was so young, so inexperienced, such a bloody fool."

He knew it was her son the moment he saw him; he had the exact same eyes, that same shade of green, that same look in them; mystic, beautiful. Not only his eyes, but also his nose, his bone structure, that dirty blonde hair… Miss White definitely looked related to the kid. This brought Doctor Maxwell in a state of excitement; thus far he hadn't been able to make any progress with the beautiful but disturbed woman, but this… this could change things around! Though he did wonder why the boy hadn't visited his own mother sooner, it was HIS mother for god's sake!

His beautiful, beautiful mother.

Off course, Doctor Maxwell couldn't very well let his displeasure show, he was a professional after all, already three months working in the hospital! Though he came fresh from medical school, his superiors had tasked him with a case as Miss White, they must think big of him to entrust such a task to him!

The boy, Arthur, Doctor Maxwell recalled, had arrived a few minutes ago, in company of another, very tall man. It was the same man Maxwell spoke on the phone a view times, arranging the meeting between the boy and his mother. Slipping a pleasant smile on his face, doctor Maxwell extended his hand to the tall man.

"Mr Jones, a pleasure to meet you face to face!" He happily said. "I hope your journey here was pleasurable? Would this be Arthur?" He gestured to the boy standing beside Mr Jones.

Mr Jones smile was simply blinding as the man took his hand in a strong grip, his other encircling the short and cranky looking boy's shoulder. "The pleasure is all mine! Thanks a bunch for giving us the opportunity to visit, I appreciate it very much." The man gave the kid a small push towards Maxwell, and the doctor was still a little bothered by the thunderous expression on the kid's face. "And yes, this is Arthur, my son. Please excuse his lack of manners, he's a little nervous."

Yes, Maxwell knew the boy was the man's son, he had heard over the phone. He knew that the boy and the other had found each other recently, he also found out that the boy had been in foster care before his father had found him but it was there that his knowledge of the two's personal relationship stopped.. It was a slightly odd situation, but nothing he couldn't handle. It was hard to imagine the two being family though, other than the blonde hair, they looked nothing alike; different eyes, face, height, build and it seemed they had a very different personality as well. The man seemed overly pleasant and joyful, while the boy seemed like a cranky little brat.

Maybe he was jumping to conclusions.

"I'm not nervous, you bloody twat, now let's get this over with alright? Where is she?"

Doctor Maxwell nearly scowled at the disrespectful kid, but being the professional he was, he simply guided them to Miss White's room. The whole way there, the boy didn't speak, while Mr Jones kept rambling about everything he saw. It was hard not to like the man, even though he seemed to have left his patient in the past. But the doctor supposed he shouldn't judge; he didn't know what transpired between the two and the happy man had contacted them with the idea for a visit.

Doctor Maxwell stopped in front of the woman's room, The wall next to the door was made of glass, enabling them to watch the sleeping figure in her bed. All so that they could keep a close eye on the woman. She looked peaceful, her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow, her mouth curved into a little smile and her body relaxed. Doctor Maxwell felt the two other persons step beside him, also watching the sleeping female.

"She was admitted a few years back, I've been working with her for a while now…" he told the two blondes. The man had placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, the sunny guy seemed devastated, a look of pain and guilt clearly seen on his face. The boy was different, he was just blankly staring at the sleeping figure in the bed, neutral, not a speck of emotion on his face. His eyes unreadable.

The elder man turned to Maxwell. "What's wrong with her?"

"She hasn't spoken the whole time she has been here." Doctor Maxwell regrettably informed the father and son. "She seems to be confused, disorientated; not able to form coherent thoughts."

"I see." The Mr Jones said. "Is there any hope for recovery?"

Doctor Maxwell sighed. "We're trying our hardest to help her, maybe if she sees her son… There's a good chance she will react to that…" Maxwell glanced to the boy, he was still facing the glass, not reacting at all to his words. "I was glad you two decided to visit her." Maxwell tried very hard to not sound accusing, but he couldn't help but linger on the thought that they 'finally' visited her, had it really been necessary to let the woman be alone all this time?

"Yes," Mr Jones answered. "we were glad we were able to find her, both Arthur and I haven't had contact with her for years and years! You really think Arthur will be able to help, that's fantastic!" A sunny smile once again found the man's face, he turned to his son, who was still standing there, staring blankly at the beautiful woman. "Isn't that great, Arthur? You'll get to see your mother a lot-"

"She isn't my mother." Arthur interrupted the man, not having moved a muscle. "At least, not anymore."

Doctor Maxwell was shocked, was it the wrong kid? No, he said 'not anymore'. What was going on? What was that rude little kid saying?

Mr Jones seemed shocked and surprised too, he grabbed both of his sons shoulders and turned Arthur towards him. "Arthur, what are you saying? Of course she's your mother!"

The boy's hair was obscuring the view from his face. His body had tensed when his father grabbed him, though, and his fist had tightened.

"…Thank you, Mr Jones." The boy's voice was quiet and Doctor Maxwell had to strain his ears to hear it. Who called their own father that? "I appreciate that I had the chance to see her. To see her… one last time…"

"What do you mean? Didn't you hear doctor Maxwell? You can visit her as much as you like, it will help her." The father was looking intently at his son, but the son kept his head down. Maxwell was getting irritated, he was not letting the one person that could save her leave just like that!

"For all I care…" The boy shook the hands from his shoulders and began to walk away from them, the next words coming out his mouth were harsh and cold. "She can rot in this place until she dies."

Doctor Maxwell froze and he saw that Mr Jones did too. He hadn't been expecting that, the kid's words were so cruel! He clenched his fists, anger taking over him. That boy was her son! He had a responsibility to take care of her! That ungrateful little… Angrily, the young Doctor shot forward and grabbed the short kid by the arm, stopping him from walking away. "Wait a minute, you brat! You are her only chance! Don't you dare walk away from this!"

To his utter surprise the boy started laughing. "Such temper, not very professional, are you?" The boy turned and looked him square in the eye, green eyes burning. "Don't pretend you really care, doctor, it isn't hard to see; you only want to shag the woman, don't you?"

Doctor Maxwell felt like someone had punched him in the gut, he clenched his teeth and tightened the grip around the boy's arm. He was shocked, appalled and mostly angry. Angry, at this little insolent and rude kid, that didn't even want to help his own goddamn mother recover.

"Please release my son, doctor." A voice spoke behind him and Maxwell turned his head to stare at the other man. Mr Jones looked shocked as well, but his expression was determent. Violently Doctor Maxwell shoved the boy's arm free.

"Get out of this hospital."

And they both did, never to come back.

After he was finished, nobody spoke, nobody made a sound.

Until the golden boy decided the punch the wall behind him.

"I don't believe you! Arthur would've never left his mother like that!" He growled out angrily, as if saying anything that contradicted his image of his big brother should be a capital crime. "Arthur wouldn't have walked away!"

"He did." Maxwell told the angry boy. He hadn't lied, and the world wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. One way or another, the boy's older brother had abandoned his mother, though his motives were unclear, that truth surely wasn't. "But I can tell you this; when we picked her up for the first time, she was living in a filthy house, in a bad neighbourhood strung out on drugs… In short, I don't think she was a very good mother."

"But she was still his mother!"

"We don't know the circumstances Alfred." Matthias decided to speak up, his tone serious. "I know you want to believe that Arthur did everything right, but that isn't reality. You're not angry because of Arthurs actions here, you're just confused. You're angry because you don't want anyone to tarnish his memory. I get it, but this is reality and you need to calm down."

The boy looked away.

Matthias rubbed his forehead. "Matthew!" The sweet boy shot to attention. "Take the hot-headed brat outside. I'll tell Miss White about her son. All right?"

"O-okay, uncle Matthias." The boy turned to his twin and tugged his arm. "C-come on Alfred."

The golden blonde let himself be pulled away but not before he took Maxwell's sleeve and hissed; "You better not be telling Matthias any more lies, asshole." The doctor laughed and pulled himself free. "Such a temper, It seems reminiscent."

Alfred's eyes went big and, with a tiny sad smile, he released the doctor and went with his (silently scolding) brother.

Elizabeth was still in the same position when they entered, and she didn't react to their presence at all. She seemed to have one of her bad days, when nothing would get through to her. Maxwell worriedly checked her vital signs; they seemed to be in order. If only her mind was too…

After that, he and the blonde giant took a seat next to the blonde woman. Matthias looked at him for permission and Maxwell nodded, after that the blonde giant took Elizabeth's hand -She didn't react at all- and started talking.

"Hello, Miss White… You probably don't know me, but I'm a friend of your son…"

She kept staring blankly ahead, not even a single indication that she heard Matthias's voice. Doctor Maxwell frowned, maybe it was not the right time to tell her the news; she might be unable to understand it at this point. Well, there really was no going back now.

"I came to tell you… Your son, he lived in America for a while, I don't know if you knew that?"

No reaction.

"Well, a couple of months ago… Something terrible happened…"Maxwell noted with a hint of sadness that the guy's voice shook. He didn't really blame him, telling the mother of your best friend that said best friend is dead wasn't an easy task.

"I'm so sorry, Miss White, but… but your son is dead…"

Then there was silence.

No wail of agony, no started scream, not even a small sob came forth from Elizabeth. She did not even blink. No reaction at all.

Doctor Maxwell had anticipated this, he knew the gravity of the woman's mental predicament. But, he could understand when Matthias squeezed the woman's hand tighter, desperately looking for a reaction. And Doctor Maxwell could understand why the man was angry he didn't get any.

"Did you hear me, miss White? I said your son is dead!"

She continued to stare forward, stare at nothing, she didn't even flinch when Matthias fist came down hard on the hospital bed. The doctor frowned, if the man was getting aggressive he should better ask him to leave.

"Woman? Don't you know what I'm saying? Arthur was murdered! Murdered! Your son!"

Murdered?

Maxwell blanched, he had not been expecting that one. He quickly looked over to the sick woman once again and saw, without much surprise, no change in her stoic attitude. It was strange for her to not react at all, they had made some progress after all; on good days she even talked, small jumbled sentences, but she still talked. No reaction at all, to something like this, was strange.

"Mister Køhler" He began, noticing the guy's clenched teeth and fists. "She has a bad day, sometimes mental patients don't really understand what's going on. Maybe we should do this some other time."

Mr Køhler's eyes were unreadable when he stared at the woman, but then he nodded, and stood up. Not a word was said when they walked to the door. It was when they reached it and Maxwell fisted the doorknob when a voice halted his very actions.

"My baby…is dead?"

Both whirled around to see Miss White still looking blankly ahead in the exact same way as before, as if nothing happened. But then she opened her mouth once again, and the sound of her voice broke his heart.

"No… you m-must have the wrong…My Arthur is young… I don't get… My Arthur isn't dead… he isn't dead… My little boy…"

She didn't move, she didn't blink, she didn't fall to the ground in sobs. She just continued to sit there, utterly confused, one shining tears making its way across her cheek.

"Matthias been away a long time dude, that crack head doctor better not be telling any more lies." Alfred complained. Though he told himself it wasn't complaining, he was just worried that the doctor was spouting more lies.

"He wasn't telling lies, Alfred." Matthew's stutter had died down after they left the company of the doctor. His twin had always been like that; so incredibly nervous about meeting new people it was unnerving. Matthew probably wanted to be like him. Because he was a hero. Duh. wait? What had they been talking about? Oh yeah. Matthew was in denial about the stupid doctor's lies.

"Damn right he was! Can you imagine Arthur doing something like that to his own mother? Turning his back on her like that? I don't think so! Arthur was far too kind for that!" Jeez Matthew must know he's right.

"I, I hope he did."

Huh?

"…Huh?"

"I hope he left her, I hope he abandoned her."

Wait, what?

"Mattie? What are you talking about?"

"I hate her."

Matthew was acting strange, Alfred worriedly touched his shoulder.

"…Mattie?"

"That first night, the night when you shouted those awful words at Arthur, do you remember? I told you that after, he wanted to go away, but that dad stopped him."

Of course he did.

"Yes, thanks a lot for bringing that up. Makes me feel all fuzzy inside."

"You should've heard… You should've heard how he talked about himself, how little he cared about himself. How could his own mother let her son think those things? I don't know… I don't know what kind of life Arthur lived in London, but no matter what, she should've been the one to protect him."

Alfred swallowed. "Matthew…"

"You didn't hear, Alfred, you didn't hear the things he said."

"…"

"I really hate that woman."

Alfred looked at his twin and he realized he barely knew the boy anymore. Had they really drifted that much apart? Shaking his head, Alfred grabbed Matthew's shoulders – "Hey! What are you-" – and pulled him into a tight hug.

For a moment Matthew didn't move, after that the boy relaxed into his arms and wholeheartedly returned the hug.

For the first time since Arthur died, for a moment, they felt like brothers once more.

A Letter from you

Frog,

Bugger off; you're annoying

Sincerely,

Arthur .

P.S French is for frogs.

I hope you liked it! I've tried to make it good, but I'm REALLY insecure about this chapter! So pleaseplease review!

Seriously good or bad (making me aware what kind of spelling mistakes I made) it's all totally cool and wholeheartedly appreciated.

Well, that's my whole speech. See you next time!

Oh PS. If your thinking; huh? Arthur Kirikland, Elizabeth White, Jones? Why does Arthur have another last name? There's a reason!