Hello Again!

Here it is Chpt. 3! This one won't be as similar to the original story, but to remind you I have been given permission to do what I please with this story.

Warning: USUK, PRUCAN, etc. Theres a study city in this story.

IF there is anything you feel I should add to the warning list please tell me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

And if you find any spelling errors please tell me and I'll fix them asap.

"Ah, I feel broken apart
Throw out all your memories, too
Ah, how I want to know,
To the deep down..."

Chapter Two: Memories

Arthur J. Kirkland was not pleased. He sat on an old couch sipping at the warm mug of honey flavored tea he held in his hands. Across from him on the floor was a man who he now knew by Alfred F. Jones. The young man continued to stare at him intently, unnerving Arthur to no end. He'd asked him what his name was, but Arthur had refused to give it. Now they are in this situation. The situation of him asking questions, and Arthur not giving him answers; why would he?

"What kind of accent do you have? It sounds weird…" Alfred said, curiosity gleaming in his eyes behind his glasses. Arthur frowned and once again said nothing, only sipped the tea that'd been given to him. The man seemed to get angry at how he was simply ignoring him, "FINE! I will just call you Iggy, because all you seem to do is IGNORE me."

Arthur immediately protested at this and sat up with a squawk, "Don't you dare call me by a name like that!"

"Then what do you want me to call you by?" Alfred glared at him intensely making him falter. He huffed and sat down, stirring his mug of tea.

"It's Arthur ok! By god you are the most annoying person I have ever met! I have an accent because I grew up in England you daft American!" He took a quick sip of his tea and sighed. Alfred stared at him, then laid his head down on the coffee table silently. "What is it now?"

"You're wing… does it feel ok?"

Arthur stared at Alfred for a moment or two, then slid the blanket he had been given off his shoulders. Behind him lay two limp appendages, pure white. One twitched slightly which made Arthur grimace at it. It was wrapped in gauze, nicely wrapped at that. The Americans medical skills had surprised Arthur at first. Then again him simply helping Arthur had also been surprising. Arthur took in a breath of air, then let it out slowly.

"It's fine." Arthur said, glancing at the American with a scowl. "Why'd you help me anyways?" The American blinked astonished as if it'd had been obvious. He stared at Arthur then let loose one of the biggest smiled he'd ever seen. "What?"

"Gosh I guess I am really stupid sometimes," Alfred laughed heartily. He reached up and took his glasses off, placing them on the table. Arthur stared at him curiously, furrowing his brow. When the American looked up at him the scowl quickly melted away.

Before him was the prettiest azure eyes he'd ever seen in his entire life, and he'd seen a lot of blue eyes. They showed him something that he'd never felt before. Freedom? Yes, these eyes made him want freedom. Odd, Arthur suddenly felt himself get goose bumps. How did such eyes make him so… how did eyes make him feel so helpless yet so safe. Arthur gulped and felt his hands begin to tremble, struggling to keep hold of the mug of tea.

Alfred stared at the Brit as he began to tremble, wide green eyes staring into his. Was something wrong with him? Did he frighten the man? Alfred began to panic, why was he so dumb sometimes? He quickly slammed his eyes closed and gripped the table tightly, not feeling good enough to harm it though. Arthur suddenly squawked and put his mug on the table. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I-I just didn't want you to be upset I-I-"

"No, no it's ok…" He heard Arthur say quietly. He suddenly felt cold hands on his tense ones. Alfred opened his eyes and stared at the thin boney hands. "So soft," Alfred thought quietly, gulping as he slowly looked up into the bright forest green eyes. Alfred suddenly felt so lost. Like he was trapped under the trees without being able to escape, but in the eyes he saw security in the trees. Despite the dark there was sun shining through . This was weird. Alfred quickly looked away. "No, no please…" Arthur said his voice trembling. Alfred gulped, and hesitantly looked back into those eyes.

They were stuck like that, lost yet so safe. Alfred felt as if he could not breathe at all, and somehow he knew that Arthur would not. "Arthur," he said. The taste of the name was new on his tongue, "Arthur…" he said again. He gently help the others hand, rubbing his thumb over the frail palm. Arthur's hand shook, but not in fear. Alfred's alarms disappeared if only for a moment he was happy. Alfred felt so safe, safe and secure. Arthur, he didn't know what Arthur was thinking; were they even thinking?

Matthew entered his apartment building. Comic books in his arms that he'd been sure Alfred would love to read. He smiled at Berwald, the owner of the building, then blinked when the man came over to him. Matthew blinked as the large intimidating man walked closer to him, his glasses hiding his icey strong stare; but somehow making it hard and frightening. Matthew felt very nervous now.

"Sir?" Matt said with a questioning tone. The large man stopped infront of him an sighed.

"H've you s'n Alfred?" he said, letting Canada adjust to him slowly. Canada blinked and shook his head no. "If h's up sta'rs pl'se t'll him I n'd his h'lp…"

Matthew nodded," Of course sir. I am sure he is in his room. He texted me as soon as he got home yesterday." Berwald nodded at him and turned away. As Matt watch the man walk off he quickened his pace up the stairs of the old building. Worry set in for his brother and once he got to the write floor he quickly opened to door to his and his brothers home. He set the comic books on the counter and walked into the living room.

Before him sat Alfred on on side of the coffee table back facing the TV which was on some random cartoons. Mat turned it off as then stared at the other person. Alfred had never brought someone home before , especially not another Matryoshka. This surprised Matt to no end and he slowly began to check them over. The other had an injury, but it seemed that Alfred had taken care of it decently. Non the less Matt redressed the wound, feeling a need to help his brother. Matt was not surprised though when neither of them moved once at all. He knew that this would eventually happen to Alfred, that he would find someone. The irony made Matt smile. Now he supposed his brother would understand at least a little bit.

He remembered when he and Gilbert had first met.

Matt stood behind the counter at the library, check in some returned books and documents. Not many people actually used books anymore but the few who did always made Matt smile. He pushed up his glasses letting the beeping sound of the computer let him know what book it was and what section it belonged in. He heard the doors close and looked up to see pure white hair and red eyes staring at him. Matt felt unnerved and a chill ran down his spine.

This guy had been watching him a few days now, from outside the office window. He stared at the guy for a while, before quickly getting back to the books in need of being replaced. Matthew wasn't sure if this person was a Matryoshka or just someone who was albino. He could probably be easily mistaken as one, if it wasn't for the shirt he wore. "I'M AN AWESOME ALBINO" it read. Matthew didn't want to be rude, so he made sure not to stare any longer.

The guy came up to the counter and cleared his throat, Matt looked up to see him red faced and stuttering. The man stared at him, making Matt nervous. Matthew was about to open his mouth to say something when the guy ran off back outside. His face red with embarrassment. Matthew stared out a window as the man clenched his fists and seemed to be taking long deep breaths in the summer sun. Then the man came back in again, walking back up to the counter. Matt stared at him, raising a quizzical brow hesitantly. At this the man ran outside again.

This process repeated multiple times, and each time the humor of it warmed Matt's heart. After the 16th time the albino finally came back in his face stark red because he'd been running off steam for the past two hours. "M-my name is Gilbert and I-I am awesome. So with my awesomeness I really think you should consider accepting my request I-I am about to give. Can I-I take you to a movie?"

Matthew stared at him for a long while, making the man nervous. A small chuckle escaped his mouth, and an embarrassed smile grew on his face. Matt suddenly became more embarrassed than the other, stuttering over his words. "Matt…" was really the only coherent thing he could get out. The other had confusion written all over his face, "M-my name is M-Matthew," he said. Gilbert smile grew.

"You accept?" The voice was filled with so much hope that Matt could do nothing BUT accept. He was too nice sometimes.

To see his brother like this made him smile. When Gilbert and him went through this exact same thing, it'd been right outside the theatre. They stood there for hours on end not moving a single inch. At that moment Matt was sure Gilbert was a Matryoshka because his eyes had bleed with the need of company, and the need to protect someone; something. Matt wondered what Alfred was thinking, but his thought levels were far too bold for Matthew to read. He could tell his emotions were going up and down very rapidly, and the same was with the other. He wondered what kind of bonding they had done to trigger this scene.

Matthew wondered when they would wake up. Matt couldn't tell, the air waves around them wouldn't give up any information. Matt sighed and placed a hand on his brother's head, petting the soft dark blonde hair. He walked into the kitchen and made himself a snack, then placed the comic books on the table beside Alfred. Munching on his snack he went back to his room and took out his phone. He texted back to the bright red letters that glew across his screen. He smiled at the awesome reply he had received. While his brother was asleep this meant he could make as much noise as he wanted too. He quickly got up and went over to his stereo system and plugged his phone into it. With a big smile Matthew began playing music happily. What type of music you ask? Well this is the future, new artists, new songs, I'll let you guess what it is.

While Matthew let his music blare he decided he would clean up the house and do laundry. Something to pass the time while his brother was doing whatever the heck it should be called. When he was done he finally went back into the living room and turned the TV on, ignoring the figures in front of him. He saw that there was going to be another Anime Convention soon. Matt smiled knowing his brother would be ecstatic, and maybe they could gain a bit more money from a cosplay contest. Last time they sure got a lot of attention from fan girls. It'd actually been quite funny. Alfred had been surprised and embarrassed when people asked him questions after he'd been done asking, but he just went back to being Booker from 'Bioshock Infinite' as soon as it started.

Matthew grimaced at that game Alfred had begged for. It really messed with your mind at the end. Well all Bioshock games did that though. Matthew sighed and stared at his brothers entranced eyes. He smiled a bit and looked back at the TV. He'd have to tell him how weird he looked later on.

Alfred felt warmth. His hand was warm and as his vision began to return, he saw Arthur. The other saw him too, making him smile a little it. His joints ached as if he hadn't moved in days. Arthur just stared at him and abruptly stood up and ran down the hall quickly. He took a sharp turn into Alfred's room and shut the door. Alfred blinked in surprise and fallowed the little man. He knocked on the door, only to receive no answer. He was glad his window didn't open anymore after he broke it. He knocked on the door again and cleared his throat. He didn't exactly know what to say…

"Arthur… I-I…"

"Please… Leave me be for a while… I-I'm sorry but I can't do this right now." That is the answer he got. Alfred scowled at the door, to upset to say anything more to the door.

Alfred turned on his heal and headed back to the living room, stopping in the kitchen for a snack at first. He saw his brother on the couch staring at him. Matthew always gave him this look when he wanted answers to things. Alfred sighed and sat down beside his brother, eating the sandwich he'd made. He glanced over at his brother who was still giving him the look.

"His name is Arthur. He grew up in London England and because of his father's job moved here when he was 14, with his three brothers and sister. I found him on the bench we sit on when we go to the park…"

"If he's got a family why was he on a bench at the park? Alone, and hurt?"

"I… I don't know…" Alfred said looking down, he was obviously lying. Matt sighed and stared at his brother.

"Well Berwald was looking for you earlier. He needed help with something. You should go see what's wrong," Matt said, turning the TV off.

There was silence for a long while between the two brothers. Alfred turned and stared at his brother, "Did you and Gilbert go through that? The staring thingy, is that why it took you so long to answer my messages that one time?" Matt nodded at his brother.

"Yeah, hey I'll make sure your guest doesn't get himself in trouble ok. Go see what Berwald needs ok?" Alfred nodded and left the apartment.

Matthew sighed and got up from the couch. He walked into his room and turned his music off. He then walked out into the hall and stared at Alfred's poster covered door. He sighed giving into his curiosity, and knocked lightly on the door. Of Course he didn't get an answer, so he knocked again. "Arthur? M-my name is Matthew I-"

"Yes I know you're his brother," the voice said. The door opened showing a puffy eyed man. Matthew couldn't help but give a warm smile. He was a little surprised by the accent but then reminded himself where this man was from.

"Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat. Or we could go get you something to eat." The Brit blinked at Matthew, then looked down at the clothing that Alfred had let him use. The basketball shorts and t-shirt hung loosely on him. He was obviously not suited up for cold weather at all. Matt chuckled nervously, "N-Never mind, uhm I'll just make you something. I am sure we have pancake or waffle stuff. "

"Y-Yeah, that would be nice."

"Um, well...
If you please, dance more and more
Kalinka? Malinka?
Just play the chord
What should I do about such feelings?
Can't you tell me? Just a little?"

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Also it'd be great if i was ttold of any spelling errors. I am sure I don't get all the words right.