A/n: I do not own Hetalia or its characters. This is the conclusion between Matthew and Gilbert, and its much brighter than the last chapter, I can assure you. Thanks for reading and enjoy!

The light poured onto Gilbert's face, warming him and bleeding through his eyelids. They fluttered until he found himself in Matthews living room. In the corner there was a small fire place still burning, and the radio on the writing desk was silently playing some old Springsteen song. The sun's rays flooded in through every window; a clear, endless blue sky was above the home. Gilbert looked at his chest to find a white, fuzzy blanket wrapped around him. Then it started to breathe. Kuma.

Gil reached up to pet the bear, and then froze. There were several layers of white bandage wrapped around his wrist, almost matching the tone of his pale skin. Then it all can back at once, all the memories and emotions he had been feeling the day before. Oh, Matthew, Gilbert said to himself and swung his legs over the side of the couch, practically flinging Kuma off, the bear fell onto the floor with a thud. Whoops.

When he first stood up, Gilbert had a strange wave of dizziness overtake him. He walked out of the living room and turned a corner, and stopped in his tracks. All along the counter was open tupper wear, drinks, and a half eaten pie, all from the picnic basket. Off to the side was a little porcelain pitcher that steam floated lightly out of, along with the rich smell of maple. Then the alarm from the microwave went off, making Gil jump in surprise. At that moment Mattie walked in, he wore a light, blue sweatshirt and sweats. His blonde hair fell into his face in a lazy way.

Matthew turned to see Gilbert staring at him, he was tall and only the corner of his mouth came up. For the first time, he looked gentle yet strong. He seemed to glow brighter then anything Matt had ever seen, but then he remember, that light had almost been put out the night before. He pressed his lips together and walked over to the microwave, taking out his pancakes. "Good morning, Gilbert."

Gilbert seemed too awestruck to answer him. He looked down at the floor, as the corner of his eye peeked at the bandages wrapped around his wrist. He tried to saw something, but couldn't get the words to come. Matthew cursed to himself. He knew he was going to give into this, being the person he was. He walked over to Gilbert, and wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging him as strong as he could. Gilbert smiled for the first time in a day, and returned the hug. "Morning, Mattie."

Minutes later, Matthew was pouring some warm maple syrup over three buttermilk pancakes. Not the fake stuff, real buttermilk, and homemade maple. Only the best in a Canadians home. He placed the plate in front of Gilbert, who sat at the counter, looking out the window over a vibrant meadow. Gilbert pushed the plate away, "Thanks man, but I am not hungry." He said softly.

Matt leaned against the counter, trying to meet his friends gaze. "You need to eat. You haven't since breakfast yesterday, and especially after you-." He stopped and stuttered.

There was a moment of silence. "Birdie," Gilbert finally said, "I wasn't trying to, and, I wasn't thinking."

Gilbert had no idea how guilty Matthew felt about what Gilbert had tried the night before. He had put him through that depression, and had left him alone. He wouldn't know what he would have done if he never went outside to look for Gilbert, who had lost quite some blood. When he had found him in that shed, he was shaking and his face was tear stained. It had taken every bit of strength he had to bring Gil inside to help him.

When Matt came out of the reverie, he found Gilbert eating, have of the cakes were gone. Gil smiled up to him and continued eating. Mattie smiled back. They knew everything was going to be okay.

A/n: Well the end! I hope you liked this! Review your thoughts if you want. Happy endings. Yay. Won't find many of those in real life. That's why I love writing, anything can happen it can be happy, or mysterious, etc. accept if you are in my reading class, were all the writing and writing is sad beyond belief. Its like- OBEY DEPRESSION. Wth. Good night!