Hey guys! Kitty29 here with a new chapter!
I love how right after I say the chapters might be shorter I come out with this longish one. Haaa...

Anyway, brief announcement before you go on. Remember that story I said I was thinking of posting about random things that happen in the Colours universe but have no place in the main storyline? No? Well, it's up now lol. So after this chapter or whatever go check it out! It's called Hues and Shades like the hues and shades of colours...I thought it was a good title...
Anyway, from now on whenever I update that story I'll notify it in this one. Well, if I have a chapter ready I mean. So, by about the time I post this one I should have the first chapter of the Arthur Francis story up on the other one. I have it written I just have to post it. So...check it out!

Lastly, the character of Malaysia or Raiman belongs to ArisaLyeanna not me.
And that's all. Please enjoy!

It's been theorized that people in a coma can hear when they were talked to and that it helped to improve their condition. Ludwig wasn't sure if he believed it or not but even if he did he had no idea what he would say. He never did in these situations.

With a small grimace of pain he lowered himself into the chair next to the sleeping Italian. Though his wound had not been fatal and he had some time to rest and allow it to heal it still hurt when he moved—though this was an improvement from hurting when he breathed. Well, he knew for sure that it was definitely wasn't hurting as much as it should have, seeing Feliciano had apparently took off some of the wound onto himself. He just hoped that Feliciano wasn't going through the pain that he had. Could people in a coma feel pain? Could they even feel anything?

Releasing a sigh Ludwig reached over and brushed away some hair that had fallen onto the younger male's face. He couldn't recall a time when he had see the Italian so still. It unnerved him. Feliciano shouldn't be like this. Feliciano should be fussing about everyone's injures and making them all pasta. Feliciano should be there with his bright smile when everything seemed so wrong. Feliciano should be...Awake.

The German reached down and pulled the Italians smaller hand into his own, gently running his thumb over the slant fingers. He wasn't big on talking, he just didn't know what to say all the time. Not like his older brother—though most of the stuff he said was really better left not heard. Even if he did talk now the only things he was sure he'd do was apologize profusely. Say things that he was sure would make the auburn haired male mad at him should he hear it. Now, the faint beeping of the heart monitor filling the small room was all he needed.

But even so there was one thing that he thought he should say, whether or not the younger boy could hear him. The reason why he was here in the first place.

"Feliciano, we'll get you out of this. I promise."

/ / / \ \ \

"I think Feliciano's coma was caused by his ability."

Those who knew Yao knew that he wasn't one to beat around the bush but even so the last person had barely even sat down before he dropped that bomb on them. The seven days they had given the Italian to recover was almost up and he had called an emergency meeting to take place at the club. It was a bit strange to see so many packed into the space and also the members of the warehouse group—Toris, Ivan, Elizabeta and Roderich—standing there so causally. But now was not really the time for observations.

"'Caused by his ability?'" Michelle repeated, her eyes widening in mild horror. "Are you saying that using our abilities could put up in a coma?"

"No, no, no! That's just silly!" Bella assured with a small smile. "No, Chelles. It's not using your ability that's more dangerous."

Gilbert raised his hand mockingly but didn't wait for anyone to call him on it. "Yeah, I'm the frinkin' awesome prince of information and even I'm lost."

"That's because you need to have some patience, comrade," Ivan said with his creepy smile. "I am sure Yao will get to it."

Yao took that as his cue to start explaining and opened his mouth to do so but was interrupted by an annoyed Gilbert. "Don't tell me what to do! And I'm not your fucking comrade!"

"Gilbert!" Elizabeta scolded from beside him. "Don't swear!"

"I can swear all I want! Fuck ass shit! The only baby here I see is Michelle!"

Michelle glared at the Prussian and she stood up, which was Kaoru's cue to grab onto her dress so that she could pretend to fight against it. "I'm not a baby!"

From there what could only be described as chaos broke out among the many people present. All yelling at each other for stupid reasons, not paying attention when Yao and Bella tried to get back order. This continued for a while until someone slammed their fists against the table before yelling,

"EVERYONE JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Everyone ceased in their fighting to look at the owner of the voice and were shocked to find it was Matthew. Quiet little Matthew, the guy that half the people in the room forgot existed because he was so meek but not now. Now Matthew as glaring at seemingly everyone in the room above his glasses, his hands wrapped into fists so tight that they had turned almost completely white.

"Yao might have found a way for us to wake up Feliciano and you're all acting like spoiled brats! If you aren't serious about getting Feliciano out of his coma then you might as well leave!" Matthew pointed at the door and glared at each person in the room, his heavy breathing only making him seem mad as he waited for anyone to speak against him. No one did.

After a bit of no one moving, Alfred, who was sitting next to his brother, reached up and placed a hand on Matthew's forearm. "Uh, Mattie? I think they get it."

The Canadian lowered his gaze to the table in front of him before he shrugged his brother off him, trying to relax his hands. "Don't touch me," He said softly though it was so quiet that everyone heard it. He removed his glasses and brought his right hand up to rub his face, suddenly feeling exhausted.

"...Hey Birdie, you okay?"

Matthew looked up at the albino, his previous angered glare replaced by a blank look, his eyes heavy and lifeless. No, he wasn't okay. He had been through more shit in those past two weeks than he would wish on his worst enemy. And it wasn't just the stuff that was happening to him, it was the stuff that was happening around him too. He hated that Alfred actually looked happy just to be truly himself at school after some event that revealed his sexual orientation—though he had no idea what that something was—and Alfred was trying to hide that from him just because he was going through stuff. Plus his parents...Don't even get him started on his parents. They were worst than him when it came to secrets, especially about them fighting. Choosing not to answer the red eyed male Matthew just sat back down and waited for the meeting to continue.

Yao found this as his second cue. "Can I talk now, aru?" People nodded, he went on. "I believe Feliciano was already in a coma even before the ambulance came. If my logic is right, the shock of registering someone for the first time while in the middle of his awakening was so great that it caused his body to shut down."

"So he went into a coma so that he could save himself?" Elizabeta questioned, her head bowed as she thought it over. "It's a good theory but do you have evidence?"

"The guy who drove the ambulance that night conformed that he never woke up," Gilbert reported.

"I watched Feliciano until the ambulance came," Matthew reported as well, his jaw set as he focused on moving along the meeting and not on the fact that it was his registering of the Italian that got them in this mess to began with. "He didn't wake up."

The room took on silence as people let the information sink in.

"So if abilities got him in this coma..." Lovino began, his brow ceased as he thought. "Then does this mean he can't wake up normally? That only using abilities is what will get him out?"

Yao looked like he wanted to answer it, but there was something hanging in the air that was stopping him. "Before I get to that there's one more important thing to address, aru," He waited until he was sure he had everyone's attention before he spoke. "I think that whole event was foreseen by an oracle."

Nearly everyone turned to Feliks at that, who waved his hands in front of his face to deny it. "Nuh-uh! Don't look at me! I was, like, totally crashed out at Toris' place when it happened."

Alfred felt left out. "What's an oracle?" He decided to ask.

"We call people who have abilities that can help guide people through their future oracles," Toris explained. "Feliks is an oracle because he can see the future in scenes."

"Yeah that's, like, what I do," Feliks said with a small sigh. "But I didn't see this one. I would have totally dished if I saw Luddy being shot."

"Then who did?" Alfred asked and everyone turned back to Yao for an explanation. Though it wasn't the Asian who answered.

"The scary guy who came to help us," Matthew breathed, putting the pieces together. "He has an ability too?"

Yao nodded and ignored the confused looks from the people in the room as he answered the question. "I think so, aru. He put on gloves specially before touching Feliciano which would mean he knew that registering him would only harm him further. He wouldn't have knew that unless he foresaw the event."

Michelle made a face as she tried to keep up with the logic. "Are you sure he just didn't wanna get blood on his hands?"

"Maybe, aru. But even so we need to talk to him before we try anything with Feliciano. Matthew, Raiman can you go back to the hospital and try to find him?"

The blond and the quiet Asian both looked up at their names and then to each other.

"Okay," Raiman agreed for the both of them before he he began to pack up his stuff. "Are we done now?"

Lovino narrowed his eyes. "We can't be done, dammit! You still need to answer my question!"

"We'll cover it after we talk to the oracle," Yao said simply before he called the end of the meeting. One by one the people began to filter out, most of them feeling more confused than when they came. Matthew, closely followed by Alfred, walked up to Raiman.

"So when do you want to go?" Matthew asked. Raiman shrugged before he swung his backpack over his shoulder.

"I can go now if you're free."

Matthew looked to Alfred, who nodded. "Yeah! Lets go find some oracles!"

"Hey, guys," Gilbert said, smoothly sliding up to the three other males. "Mind if I tag along? I gotta go visit my bruder anyway."

Alfred narrowed his eyes at the other but he decided not to say anything. Though he hated to admit it he knew that Matthew liked Gilbert—hopefully as a friend and not anything more—and if the albino could make his twin feel better than he would suffer through his presence for a while.

Raiman shrugged. "Well okay, lets go."

The four began to make their way out of the building, Gilbert for some reason leading the way. Alfred and Matthew were the last ones out though a heavy hand resting on the Canadian's shoulder stopped him in his tracks.

"Do you mind if I borrow Matvey for a while?"

The twins looked up at the Russian who was looking in-between them with interest. "You two look the same."

Alfred rose an eyebrow at him. "Uh, yeah. We are identical twins." The American turned to his brother. "This is Ivan?"

Matthew nodded and Alfred gave the larger man another look over. "Okay, I'll see you outside." Alfred turned and walked out of the building, leaving the two alone in the very office looking sitting room.

"Um, hello Ivan," Matthew said awkwardly after a few moments of silence. "What did you want to talk about?"

Ivan opted to staring at him for a bit before he spoke. "You are broken."

Matthew blinked at him. "What?"

"You are broken, Matvey. It's kind of cute, really. You pushing yourself so hard just for me."

Matthew just continued to stare at him blankly. "I don't understand."

Ivan laughed, amused. "Matvey! I don't think you really understand me either! I don't want you to break yourself further just to prove your loyally to me!"

Matthew still looked confused, thankfully the Russian wasn't done. "When I said you have to control your emotions and stop relaying on others I didn't mean you had to do it right then and there! I don't want you stressed Matvey!" He reached up and ran a hand through the others hair, laughing again when Matthew flinched and pushed his hand away. "I need you to feel, I need you to reply on others. It's the only way you'll get fixed, and you need to get better so that we can play more!"

Matthew stared at him. Though they didn't know each other for long he was used to the strange way Ivan worded things. "I...I don't want my ability to lash out at anyone."

"You are not going to hurt anyone."

It wasn't a assurance. It was a fact. Ivan took on a serious look when he spoke next. "No one is going to try and hurt you. No one is going to do anything that will heighten your emotions like it did with Makar. Plus, you are my student, da? No student of mine is going to lose control."

Matthew shouldn't have felt the way he did from those simple words but it was a rare thing to see Ivan serious. The pale blond stepped back and opened his arms. "Hug?" He half asked half demanded.

The Canadian paused, feeling rather uncomfortable with the request. Though he knew that Ivan wouldn't back down, so he hesitantly walked into the open arms. He released a small squeak when he felt the larger arms wrap around him and pull him closer into his body. It was actually kind of scary, like he was being trapped in the friendly gesture of a bear.

"So no more breaking yourself! At least not until you're fixed. It's too much fun to watch for you to stop."

Okay that was creepy and this hug was definitely becoming uncomfortable fast. Matthew started to wiggle about awkwardly, hoping that Ivan would get the hint. Thankfully, he did and a moment later he freed the other from his grasp.

"Well, o-okay. Is that everything?" Matthew asked, his eyes flickering over to the buildings entrance. Ivan nodded before he bid his farewell to the blond and walking back into the room where they had the previous meeting. Matthew stayed in his place for a while, a bit confused about what had just happened. Then, with his mind still elsewhere, he walked out into the parking lot.

Gilbert was the first to notice he was there, as Raiman was preoccupied with his black notebook and Alfred was further away talking to someone on his cellphone. The Prussian turned and smirked at him. "Hey Matt, we good to go?"

Matthew just stared at him, Ivan's words fresh in his mind:

I need you to feel, I need you to reply on others.

Gilbert let out a small nervous laugh, feeling a little unnerved under his stare. "Uh, you okay?"

Matthew said nothing. Instead he walked forward and wrapped his arms around the red eyed male, burying his face in the others neck.

Gilbert raised his hands up awkwardly and stiffened, not knowing what to do. Because of his ability he wasn't used to such spontaneous displays of physical contact. Usually when people found out about his ability they kind of steered away from him. "Uh, Matt? What are you doi—"

"Just hug me back."

The Prussian blinked. Well, the Canadian was being a lot more...Forceful than normal, might as well give him what he wants. Gilbert forced himself to relax before he also wrapped his arms around the blond, easily pulling him closer.

Alfred watched from further away, slamming his cellphone shut with a bit too much force.

/ / / \ \ \

Francis was the one who picked them up and drove them to the hospital, as today was his day off work and Alfred was having trouble reaching Arthur for some reason. They reached the hospital and as they were walking towards it Alfred decided to ask a question that's been bugging him for a while.

"So why did Yao want you two to search for the guy?"

Gilbert laughed. "Bit slow there aren't ya?" He taunted and both blond twins sent him a look.

"It's because I know what the oracle looks like," Matthew explained. "And Raiman...um..." He turned to look at his friend. "Why did Yao want you to come?"

Raiman looked up at them and blinked, adjusting his slipping glasses. "Hm? Oh, it's because I might be able to tell if he has an ability or not."

Alfred looked impressed. "You can do that?"

The dark brunette smirked at that, a bit of pride showing on his face. "Everyone's flower betrays them eventually."

They reached the entrance to the building and the five of them stepped inside. Francis said he would be in the waiting room, waiting for them to finish up before he went to do just that. Gilbert left them as well to go visit his brother but not before Matthew gave him a description of the guy they were looking for. It was then that their mission of finding the oracle was underway. At first they all went searching together but after realizing how large the building was Raiman volunteered to break away and search on his own. They agreed and they went their separate ways.

Matthew glanced over at his twin. They had been looking around together for probably an hour now and most of that time had been spent in silence. This wasn't right. Matthew may not have known Alfred for his whole life like he should have but he knew him well enough to know that he should be raving about how cool it is that people can see into the future and how he wished he had that ability or something. So far, nothing. Now Matthew wasn't really much of a talker but he figured he should at least try and fine out what was wrong with him.

"Is something wrong, Al?"

"I don't know why don't you ask your albino freak of a boyfriend?"

That was so like Alfred. No subtlety or making him guess at what the problem was. He just laid it all out on the table with no explanation and forced you to quickly understand.

Matthew supposed that he should have been left embarrassed or surprised but he only felt annoyance. "It was just a hug Alfred, you don't have to be so harsh."

Alfred stopped walking and Matthew was forced to do the same. The younger blond looked back and flinched at the glare directed at him. "Just a hug? Yeah, you hug the guy who can learn all your secrets from just a poke and yet you tell me, your own frinkin' twin brother, not to touch you!"

His voice was growing louder as he went on, gaining a few looks from passing doctors and patients. Matthew was trying to calm him down, as they weren't even supposed to be wondering around like they were. But Alfred pointingly ignored him as he went on.

"Was he the one who stayed with you all last night so that you wouldn't see our Dad passed out downstairs? No! Was he the one who sabotaged his image just so you wouldn't have to deal with unnecessary stress? No! I do more things for you than that bastard ever will! And yet you trust that guy over me? That's bullshit Matt. Pure Bulls—"

The reassuring smack of skin against skin echoed throughout the hallway and a couple of people actually stopped to look at the scene. Alfred reached up and touched his stinging cheek, his eyes wide and disbelieving. He turned back to Matthew, who was looking as shocked as he was, his body still twisted from the aftermath of the blow.

"Is there something wrong here?"

Both blonds looked up at the unamused doctor. Alfred opened his mouth to say something but a faint beeping from his pants pocket brought him from his thoughts. He pulled out his phone and flipped it open to read the text.

"It's Papa," he said simply before he put his phone back in his pocket and walked past the people. Matthew followed a little later, guessing that his father wanted both of them. The walk there was quick and silent, each wanting to get there as soon as they could.

Francis looked up and smiled when he saw the two enter the room. "Bonjour," he greeted as he stood and walked over to his sons to meet them halfway.

"What's up?" Alfred asked, but it certainly didn't hold the usual cheerfulness that it normally had. Francis didn't notice.

"I just wanted to reintroduce you to an old friend," he turned to the person he was talking about and Matthew let out a small gasp. "Mathieu, Alfred, this is Berwald Oxenstierna."

Matthew simply stared. Him. It was him. The so called oracle that they were looking for.

Alfred looked up at the blond haired man and flinched at his rather scary face. But even so...Why did the guy feel so familiar? "Uh, do I know you?"

Berwald let out a small grunt that could have been passed for a laugh and his face softened slightly. "I kneh ya' wh'n ya' w're th's small." He gestured to about mid way up his thigh but Alfred just continued to stare at him. Yeah, he got maybe half of that.

Francis, seeing their confusion, decided to try and help out. "You might know him better as 'Mr. Ox.'"

The memory hit Matthew so hard that he actually took a step back to study himself. "U-Uncle Ox..." he breathed. No way. This was too much of a coincidence. He couldn't be here at this...But he was the one who...This was just so...

No way.

I try to write Su-san talk the way I imagine it would sound in real life so sorry if it's hard to understand in future chapters.
...Or if it comes out sounding redneck...

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