A.N: The RP started and finished in this chapter. Yes, the RP between me and Vik was very short but oh well. Im going to try and get out the chapters for this quicker than I did before, okey! { Its my new years resolution Uw0)bb }

Also for those of you who don't know, Oliver is the most popular name for 2p!England so I shall be using that name from now on.

The footsteps got louder as they came towards the door, they sounded like someone was shuffling and not picking up their feet. A few seconds passed before the door was finally opened to show Al's Canadian brother. The blond was wearing over sized jeans that hung on his hips, a tight fitting, white t-shirt with a grey cardigan that fell over his shoulders. Al frowned slightly before a smile came over his face. "Hey Matt! You told me to get my ass over here so here I am! Hows it hangin'?"

Matt stood at the door quietly for a few seconds before he broke the silence. "Your sexy moosie needs some lovin'." he grunted, crossing his arms. Matt moved out of the way slightly to let his brother into his home and Al did just that. The American walked past Matt into his home and out of the cold, shivering slightly at the sudden change in temperature. He smirked before turning back around to face Matt after he had closed the door.

"Oh really?" He opens his arms wide, he was inviting the other for a hug. "Well, come at me then, my sexy moosie~" They had called each other strange nicknames for a while so these names were normal for them now. Mattheiu hesitantly opened his arms and hugged the American, knocking some air out of him. Said American grunted as he was hugged tightly by his slightly stronger and slightly taller older brother.

"Whoa, okay. I wasn't actually expecting you to hug me. Somthin' wrong?" Al asked him slowly but with a worried tone to his usually obnoxious voice as he squeezed him for a sign of comfort. Matt wasn't usually like this?

"S'nothing.." He grumbled, just sort of resting his head in the crook of the Americans neck. "Just lonely is all." He didn't really want to tell his brother what was really going on so he just settled for the simplest lie.

"Lonely? Well i can fix that!" Al replied, lightly squeezing Matt again. "Uh.. Well, wanna play some games? Do you have an Xbox or Playstation?" He asked with some enthusiasm, he wasnt usually one to play games like his 1p but maybe Mattheiu did? He wasn't too sure, they hadn't spent time with each other for quite a while with their jobs getting in the way. Well, Matts job, and Al's job looking after Oliver's pets. ( At the moment Al was unemployed while Matt did have a job but worked part time at a zoo, he would look after and feed the polar bears*, a job that not many knew he had. )

"I don't fuckin' play that crap," Matt sighed, letting go of Al and pouting. Which to say looked really weird on the manly Canadian. "Let's play something else.. Like hockey" he changed with a smirk.

As Al noticed the pout, he was about to say something until the other mentioned hockey. "Hockey, huh? Well, I would definitely prefer baseball but whatever floats your boat~" He would usually try and argue, saying that they should and would play baseball instead but why not try and have a go at hockey? It cant be too bad.

Al would probably be fairly uncomfortable with the fact that he would have to go back outside in the snow once again in his shorts and the thin jumper and he didn't want to seem 'un-manly' in front of his brother just because he was a little bit cold. Okay, a 'little bit' was an understatement, it felt like he could get frostbite the second he went back out.

He put on a smirk and was about to ask when they would go out before Matt interrupted him. "Oh yeah and you left your bomber jacket 'round here like, two weeks ago. How you didn't notice you didnt have it, ill never know." Matt muttered under his breath as he went back into his living room to grab his brothers jacket, leaving his confused brother behind in the hallway.

"Uh.. Thanks Matt. I was wonderin' where that was." He honestly didn't notice that it was gone for two weeks as he didn't need it until today. Taking his jacket (why was it so warm?) he placed it over his shoulders, not yet putting it on. "Yanno'.." Matt began speaking, yet he wasn't facing Al. He seemed to be fiddling with something. Probably just his keys.

"Maybe you shouldn't go outside in just shorts. Ill get you some trousers." The oddly-quiet Canadian made his way over to his stairs that lead upstairs. Al was curious now. Sure, Matt was usually quiet but he seemed so different today. Maybe he was hiding something?

"Wait! Matt!" Al placed his hand on the others shoulder and pulled him back to face him. Matt wasn't exactly very happy at that but since when is he ever happy?

"Ill go get some! I know where your room is and im pretty sure i know where you keep your pants are, ill get them!" And with that, he sprinted up the stairs taking two at a time, not looking back once to check if his brother was trying to stop him.

When he finally reached Matt's bedroom, he was about to open the door before he heard a shout from downstairs: "Don't go looking around, okay? Just get some jeans and come back down!" Matts voice sounded angry so he obviously didn't trust him all that much with Al going into his room. I guess i would understand. I wouldn't want anyone goin' through my shit either. Al thought to himself as he opened the door with a loud creak.

Al finally opened the door, after trying to get something to move from behind said door, he noticed something that was definitely not the same. The Canadian's usually clean room, was unbelievably messy. His clothes were strewn about the place, there were even a pair of boxers ( causing Al to snigger ) on top of Matt's TV he had in his room. His hockey gear was everywhere too. Like there was some sort of fight. But it wasn't until he glanced over to Matts bed when his thoughts changed completely.

There were tissues- used tissues, scattered all over Matt's bed. Al scoffed. "Pfft, takin' care of himself i see." He mumbled to himself as he slowly walked over (as quietly as he could) to his brothers messy bed. The bed which was usually made up, the red duvet usually crease free now was covered wrinkles and looked like Matt just threw his blanket onto his bed with no consideration.

It made Al want to just clean it all up but he couldn't really do that right now. (unlike his messy 1p, he liked things to be tidy.) Forgetting about what he had seen and filing it away for later, he quickly found where Matt kept his clothes.

Al was standing in front of a very-messy-looking chest of drawers. He honestly hoped that all that Matt kept in there were clothes but he was probably wrong.

After he had found some grey-ish cargo pants (those were all Matt had left in his drawers.) He yanked off his shorts and pulled them on. They were a bit big but who cares right?

He made his way out of his brothers messy room to start heading down the stairs once again. When he reached the bottom, he saw Matt rummaging through the closet under the stairs, looking for something. Al could hear the other mumbling to himself, something about gear? Hockey gear?

"Your hockey gear is upstairs in your room." Al told Matt quickly. The Canadian quickly jumped out of the closet and practically ran to the stairs before Al could stop him. "But- Hey- No- It was all thrown about everywhere! I think one of the sticks was broken too.." Al muttered the last part, hoping that Matt did and didn't hear it. He didn't want Matt to get upset at him and risk getting a black eye over something he didn't do but if he didn't tell him then Matt would go upstairs and probably get even more angry at the sight.

"Upstairs? Oh.. I don't remember leaving it up there.. And one of the sticks are broken? Okay, fine.. Lets just go do something else then." Matt groaned as he walked over to his front door, more like stomping, swung it open and trudged outside into the snow. What was wrong with him? It was freezing outside!

Instead of risking Matt getting angry at him, he shook off the surprise of his brother acting so calmly and ran after him.

They had been outside for no less than an hour when Matt started acting strange again. Since they couldnt play hockey, they decided to have a snowball fight instead. Al had made tons of snowballs and even a small wall to stop the incoming snowballs but when he ducked behind his wall, nothing happened. Al chanced a glance over the top of the snow-wall and saw Matt. Instead of constantly throwing snowballs at Al like he would usually do, he opted for just hiding behind a tree, continuously making more and more snowballs but never using them. Causing them to pile up just in front of his feet.

"Hey, Matt! What are you doing?!" Al shouted to his brother but got no reply. Maybe Matt was going to play a trick on him! Yeah! He was trying to get Al to come out from behind his wall so he could attack him with all his snowballs!

So instead of going to his brother, Al hid behind his wall once again. It wasn't until another half an hour went by that he started to get worried. Matt hadn't moved at all during that thirty minutes and was silent too, he couldn't hear anything coming from the other. Al should probably go and ask if he is okay.

Al didn't even get to stand up before something fell on him, something big and warm, it was leaning on his back and sounded like it was snivelling. The American nearly had a heart attack when he saw it was his brother. Why the hell was he attempting to lay on him?!

"Matt, you okay?" Al asked cautiously. All he got back was a quiet mumble into his shoulder.

"Can you repeat that? I didn't hear it.."

Another mumble.

"Matt, come on! Tell me what's wrong!" Al asked as he turned around to push his brother off of him, Matt was now kneeling in the snow in front of him.

"I cant do this.. I keep remembering it.. It hurts.." Matt said quietly, his voiced strained as he looked at the snow beneath him.

"What hurts? What do you keep remembering?" Al asked. He was actually quite curious now.

"I just.."

"You just what? C'mon Matt, tell me!" The tanned brother asked of matt as he took hold of the other's shoulders and shook them lightly.

"You really wanna know?" Matt asked, his voice now sounding angrier and more strained than before.

"Yeah, I wanna know! Now tell me! Or.. Or ill get Oliver here!" Al threatened, it wasn't a very good threat but it seemed like it worked.

"Ive been having nightmares, okay?!" Matt shouted out as he kept looking at the snow beneath him. You could clearly see the tears brimming in the blonde's eyes. Matt was usually the type of person to show not much emotion but it was just all spilling out now. He looked so scared- No, terrified. Of what, though?

"And they're bad."

A.N:

Ack. I hope this was okay. I kinda rushed it as I know quite a few people (On WattPad as well as on here) have been wanting the next part to this. I hope it was okay.

Hey, at least this A.N Isnt as long as the last one, ammirite?

Also, if there are any mistakes, just tell me and I shall fix them! I hope you enjoyed! Uw0)/