chapter 2: things can't be that wrong...right?
They had found refuge at a local restaurant and if America wasn't so nervous he would have noticed his brother was not alright. But America after some awkward conversation started going on and on. Of course Canada listened he loved listening to Alfred's voice loved simply listening to him talk and knowing he didn't have to say anything thing back for Alfred to understand. However Alfred didn't understand this time how could he?
But Mathew still listened despite his growing headache despite the pain he tried to keep hidden as he struggled to keep up with his brother's long stride and despite the fear he felt crawling through despite the chilling ever-growing fear. So he listened and Alfred talked, even once they entered the restaurant and he ordered pancakes for his brother who in return tried to pay attention to his brother's fast banter.
Then Alfred grew silent as the waitress set a plate down before Mathew filled with golden pancakes that oozed maple topped with whip cream and even more syrup.
"You do….still like pancakes right?" Alfred asked staring questioningly at his brother. Mathew paused for a moment….of all the ridiculous questions to ask. Mathew looked up at his brothers concerned eyes and burst out laughing he laughed tears coming too his eyes because it hurt so much.
He laughed because he didn't know what to say and if he didn't laugh he was going to burst out into tears and tell his brother everything. He laughed and laughed till he ended up crying more than laughing clutching his side the force of laughing exhausting him and causing black dots to fill his vision. Then he stopped.
"of course I do all," he said simply as if he hadn't just acted like a maniac and took a bite his taste buds jumping for joy but his stomach doing an uneasy back flip that reminded him of everything.
"Hey…you ok there Mattie?" and Mathew cringed the nickname sending a jab of pain in his heart and making his hand shake. He couldn't do this….he couldn't.
He had thought he could but he was wrong. His breathing turned into gasps he tried to make quietly as possible and his head went black except for an appalling yelling.
"mhm…" he said weakly setting down his fork his face tinged green.
"Gosh bro you most have been sick as a dog you look awful," Alfred said lightly slightly preoccupied with the mammoth sized burger having arrived in front of him the greasy smell adding to the poor Canadians nausea.
He wanted to scream at his brother "you idiot how can you be so stupid! Look at me! Save me!" he wanted to cry that out so bad but he swallowed hard and offered a meek.
"y…yeah you'll have to excuse me I still feel a bit under the weather," to which Alfred replied something incomprehensible as he was already shoving his face with food his chewing seeming so loud and obnoxious that Mathew stood up.
Alfred looked up his glasses sliding off his nose and his lopsided grin covered in a mix of mustard and ketchup and well as a pickle hanging off his check….his brother had never been a clean eater and Mathew wasn't all that polite himself especially when it has come to pancakes….but that was a long time ago, a lifetime ago.
"youth okd?" Alfred asked his eyebrows furrowing and his dark blue eyes narrowing slightly. Mathew managed to nod and mouth bathroom before he practically ran away from the table his lungs exploding and pushed himself to open the bathroom doors. His arms screamed in protests but he somehow managed it falling into the "thank the lord" deserted bathroom's floor and breaking out into sobs.
If you had ever kept something bottled up in you for so long you would know it feels like lead ball rests inside you and at times you may feel a pressure so great it threatened to erase you existence.
That was…at least how Mathew felt and in a mix of rage and grief but mostly immense pain he pulled of his sweater and stood up his legs shaking so bad he leaned against the counter. Crying he looked into the clear cool mirror at his arms that had everything from cuts to burns on them and crying out sent his fist flying into the mirror with a piercing crash!
Readers note: Muwahaha you please review if you'd like to know what happened to poor Mathew. Also I don't own any of the characters from Hetalia- though I admit it would be so cool too. Also this fanfic is based on a rp (role play-for those that don't know it's like creating a story and going back and forth between perspectives and people and is so much fun) I still do with my best friend that we have been working on for 1 year and still aren't done. So there's much much more in store.