I didn't know which voice to listen to. I could find out why I was now in trouble or find out why my brother suddenly hates me. I chose my brother. He seemed more important at the time. Blocking out Dad's yelling, I leaned closer to Mattie's door.

"God, Al! Why'd you have to tell Ivan about the cutting? You've got him all worried now! I thought you hated him!"

I blinked few times. Wait…I didn't tell him anything. Or did I? Suddenly, I remembered that one night.

"Why are you crying, Alfred~?"

"I-It's nothing! Get the hell away from m-me!"

Why would he try to help me?

Ivan looked at me and laughed.

"It cannot be 'nothing' if you're crying~ Just tell me~"

"Fine, b-but you can't tell anyone, dude…alright?"

After getting a nod from him, I sighed and said,

"I-It's about my…brother…"

"Matvey~?"

"Yeah…I j-just found out that he cut's hims-self…I feel like i-it's my fault! I'm such a horrible brother…"

Ivan had a worried expression on his face for a split second, but it was replaced by small smile.

"He'll be fine soon~ I'll make sure of it~"

…I guess I did tell him. But that was like…3 months ago. Before he and Mattie hooked up. Ooooooh. Now it all made sense. After I had told Ivan, he helped Mattie by asking him out.

"M-Matt, open the door," I said, afraid of what he could be doing.

"N-No!"

"Matthew Williams, if you don't open this door I will break It down myself."

After getting no answer, I started to get worried. I kicked down the door. The first thing I saw was the blade once again in my little brother's hands. I took a look at his face. He was crying.

"G-Get out! Alfred, get out!" he shouts at me, trying his best not to cry even more. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his shaking body. Mattie struggled to get free and once he did, he threw the blade against the wall.

"This is all your fault! I hate you so much! Just leave me alone! Why can't you treat me like everyone else? I wish I were invisible to you too!"

My ears only heard half of what he said. His words attacked me and I felt as if I were swimming in pins and needles. I got up, trying not to look him in the eyes. I backed up until I reached his doorframe.

"Get out. Now." I didn't move.

"Go!" He yelled, pushing me out of his room. I stood in the hall, unable to move. Mattie ran into his closet, wanting to hide from the world. I slowly turned around and ran to my room. On the way, I tripped over my own feet. I fell to the side, hoping a wall would catch me, but soon remembering that there was a flight of stairs next to me. I braced myself, knowing that I would get seriously hurt from this fall. Then the world turned black.

I awaken to the sound of chit –chat. I lazily open my eyes, wondering where I was. The room was blurry and spinning and all I could see were colors being blended together.

"A-Alfred! You're finally awake!" I heard a familiar voice say. Trying to steady my vision, I soon realized that it's Dad sitting beside me. I tried to get up but I was stopped by a hurtful throbbing in my head.

"Don't push yourself now, lad. You took a pretty hard fall…"

…What? Oh. Yeah. I fell down our stairs.

"Is he alright?" That was Papa's voice. My face instantly lit up a little.

"Yeah…" Dad replied, ruffling my hair. I winced since my head still hurt. I had hoped to see my brother in the room but sadly, he wasn't here.

"Matthew went out with that friend of yours…Gilbert, I think? The two seem to get along very well so I sent them to do buy some stuff. Your friends from school have come to visit, by the way. Only one has stayed," he told me, looking at the rather tall Russian boy sleeping in the chair across the room. I stared at Dad, puzzled. Why would he stay? I thought we hated each other. Oddly enough, he woke up right when my I looked at him. He smiled sleepily and got up to stand next to my hospital bed.

"You're alright…I was so worried…" The look on his face basically screamed, "I would have died if something bad had happened to you" but I didn't want to believe it. He and my brother were supposed to be together, not him and I. I looked back to Dad and Papa. The two were talking again.

"Alfred, your Papa's going to be staying with us until you get better," he said with a grin. I could tell that he wanted him to stay. Papa smiled too. Maybe this family is beginning to come back together.

In the middle of my thoughts, I heard someone running down the hospital hall and someone calling after him. This person turned out to be my brother, who hugged me like I've been gone for thousands of years.

"Al…Only you would be clumsy enough to fall down stairs," he said. "I'm so sorry for saying that I hated you! I didn't mean it…I was just…angry I guess…"

"It' okay, bro. But um…can you l-let go of me? It's getting hard to breathe…"

He laughed a little before finally letting me go. Mattie realized that Ivan was standing next to my bed and backed away a little. There was a really awkward silence before Dad spoke up again.

"Well the doctors said that we can take you home today. You're one tough cookie, Al. You have no broken bones and you don't have a concussion." I looked at him like he was crazy. That's not even possible…is it? Almost like reading my thoughts, he laughed and said, "It's possible, I suppose."

We spent the rest of the day just talking about random things and eating. The doctors eventually told us to go home. Dad told Gilbert, Mattie, and me to ride with Ivan (since he had his own car) because he wanted to speak with Papa for a little. Mattie let me sit up front while he and Gilbert sat in the backseats. Ivan started driving and for a while, it was pretty quiet. After what seemed like an hour, I took a look back at my brother and saw that he was sleeping on Gilbert's shoulder. Gilbert was sleeping too. I sighed.

"At least you're not asleep…" I heard Ivan laugh. There was yet another long silence before I heard Ivan's voice again.

"You know…Mattie and I aren't together anymore."

"EH? Why? You two were such a great couple! Even though I just found out about it…" I said, trailing off at the last sentence.

"I only went out with him to make you happy."

"Whoa, wait. I thought you hated me?"

He sighed quietly and said, "Nyet, you're the one who 'hated' me. I always thought of you as a friend, Alfred."

I stared at him for a second. Why had I hated him again? The reason seemed to have escaped from my memory.

"Do you…like me, Ivan?" I suddenly asked, instantly wanting to rewind time to stop myself from saying that. It must have made him really feel uncomfortable because he was just staring at the road, unable to answer. For a few minutes, I was mentally slapping myself over and over.

"Da," he finally replied. His voice startled me. "Would you like to…go on a date sometime?"

"I-I'll uh…have to think about it…" I said. Dating dudes isn't what heroes do! They date really hot chicks and save the day!

The expression on Ivan's face grew a little sad. A question popped up in my mind.

"Wait…why aren't you and my brother still together?" I asked, hoping he would forget about liking me.

"He was the one who ended our little relationship. He said, 'Ivan, I know you love my brother. I want you two to be happy together. I'll find someone who I truly love, alright?'"

"Oh. Is there something going on between him and Gil?" I ask, remembering that the two had fallen asleep together.

"There could be…" he said, stopping at the red light. I decided that the conversation was somehow going to lead to him liking me again, so I tried to fall asleep. Soon, I entered my dreams and left Ivan to drive by himself.

A/N: I have no idea where in the world this is headed. But if you likey, keep reading! This was actually the longest chapter I have ever written for something, I think. I'm not sure. But on Word it's around 6 pages xDD I usually only write until 4 but I didn't know where I could have ended this. I might edit some stuffies if I get stuck though.

Just a hint: Reviews make me update faster~! Bye for now my lovelies :D