A/N:Holy Crap this is so flipping long! This will be

Chapter 4- Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or Doctor Who, or the picture that inspired this. : )

The group was lead all the way to the top of torch. The room had been destroyed and rebuilt. There was the center of the room with a sort of throne in it. There were computers set around the room, each with its own buggy occupant. The leader sat in the throne and had a red stripe on his armor. A certain blue box sat in the corner hidden from the others.

Mattie, upon looking at the box, felt a little less scared and a little more courageous. He felt like everything was going to be ok if he just did something, so he started thinking.

"These prisoners were caught trying to escape. What should we do with them sir?" The leader contemplated on what to do, speaking in the tongue only Mattie could understand.

"Leave them here, and leave my sight." The guard didn't see that coming and was shocked.

"Yes sir." The room was emptied. The group was still on edge, despite the fact there was only the leader left.

"How did you escape?" The leader squawked at the group.

Silence.

"ANSWER ME!" He roared, turning to face the group, he reached for Hero.

"We picked your lock." Mattie stated coming to Hero's rescue.

"How-?" Jake and Alfred looked at Mattie with a sudden shock. What was happening? Did Mattie just answer the head Zumbalo?

"I have no idea." Mattie whispered to them and turned his attention back to the giant alien bug humanoid thing.

"How could you pick the lock to a Delta 6 prison cell?" The creature growled at Mattie.

Mattie was getting fidgety and nervous, yet he was slowly becoming assured of himself. Alfred was a cool cucumber, aside from the now gotten over shock. Hero was analyzing her eyes scanned everything, and anything. Mattie followed her gaze and had an idea. It was crazy and maybe even suicidal, but someone had to at least try.

"Well it-it's simple." Mattie stammered trying with every fiber of his being to hide his emotions. He started walking around the room to all the computers. Keeping the attention of the monster on him and not what he was doing.

"Tell me!" The leader roared at the anxious country.

"I will," He gulped trying to fight his nerves, just a little longer and hopefully he could find what he was looking for.

"Human, you have less than 10 seconds to get to talking before I kill you and your friends. Now tell me, how you did it."

Mattie looked down at the controls his hand was currently resting on, before turning to the alien.

"This is what I used, well Hero used it, but you get it." He pulled the silver and golden tool from his jacket pocket as he said this, his confidence returning to him. He felt like he was standing in Hero's house again, with all that heroism filled him.

"DOCTOR!" The creature screeched. Mattie's heart stopped. Images of the bloodied, dying man filled his mind. He focused on the task at hand, trying to get the memories back to the pit they came from.

"Not the Doctor, Matthew, and I have a thing I don't know how it works exactly, but I know you have encountered it before, but I can still do this. Mattie pushed the button, listening to the buzz, praying for something to happen, and it did. The creature fell to the floor.

"Holy Hamburgers, what did you do Mattie?!" America shouted the first question of the millions that raced through his head.

Mattie looked like a deer in the headlights. He was, as of the last 5 minutes in his own world. He didn't seem to notice it till just now, but his entire being had switched. He stood taller; he spoke louder and seemed to think quicker. He pushed the strange thoughts in his head aside and started talking.

"I noticed they all had ear pieces. When we walked in I noticed this is where all the lines are connected. Do you remember what France did when we had those walkie-talkies, and we talked to each other? You kept me up the whole night, and Papa was mad, so he took it and..." Mattie coxed Alfred to remember.

"He put 2 phones on speaker and placed them next to the walkie, causing the feed back to feed into the talkie? So you sent the sonic thing into their earpieces, Mattie that's genius!"

"Heh Thanks."

"So what happens now?" Jake asked, interrupting the brothers.

"Well you reclaim the world. Start anew. Bring peace to the world once again." Mattie said smiling.

Jake and Hero looked at each other and suddenly realized that, they were free. Both of them felt this freedom fill them, like they were jet flyers in the sky, zipping past all the clouds. The birds that flew with them stated that yes, they were free, but there was still a long flight a head.

The whooped and yelled and shouted, out of the dark and into the light.

"Thank you Moose, I mean Mattie. Hero hugged him, with a new ever living smile on her face.

"Thank you, the World is in your debt."Jake shook his hand before saluting him. The pair left the brothers to spread the word of freedom.

"So Mattie," Alfred said after the pair had left. "What happened? Where did you come from, where did you go?" He started spewing question, each weighing down Mattie's heart, as he did not know the answers.

"I wish I could tell you." He whispered, not meeting Alfred's gaze , but the ground.

"Why not, Mattie? " Alfred asked, clearly confused. It seemed the calm confidant demeanor he had acquired had simply vanished, leaving him totally defenseless.

"I can't Al." He repeated, his face was solemn, his head bent trying to hide himself.

"Why not?! I thought, we thought you were dead, and now you say you can't even give me an explanation?!"

"Al, I might tell you one day, but not now. Maybe you won't ever know. I'm sorry." Mattie's voice was shaky and he was trying not to sob. Whatever might have happened to the Canada in this time, was something he could not imagine, and he certainly couldn't tell Alfred he was a time traveler. Alfred, like anyone who had gone through what he did, would want to go back and change that.

Mattie had a thought of Pompeii, the fire and ash spreading across the small island early in the morning. Wouldn't someone who could want to stop that? Alfred snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Mattie, you're not making since!" Alfred was frustrated and about to tear up himself. Why couldn't he be answered, was it selfish? Was it unmoral? Was it bad to want to know where his brother had been?

"That's probably for the best." Alfred was enraged! For the best, what did that mean, for the best? How could not knowing be for the best? HE had to know! He didn't want to be left in the dark.

"Come off it Matt. Tell me what happened, how you got out alive and where you have been!"

Mattie whispered again. "I can't," He paused. "Ok, Alfred lets go get something to eat, and we can talk." He raised his head and smiled weakly, not meeting his eyes.

"Yeah, ok." Alfred calmed down and was feeling better about getting his results.

"Let me just get my sonic thing ok?" Alfred nodded and went to the door to hail the elevator to the bottom.

When he was gone, Mattie walked to the TARDIS, opened the door and stared at the hall Alfred disappeared into.

"I'm sorry Al. You can't know. Not ever." He stepped in and closed the door. He slid his back on the door and sat there, tears sliding down his face. The TARDIS seemed to humm in responce and give a comforting feel, as Matttie sat and listened.

He heard Alfred calling his name. He heard Alfred scream when he didn't respond, he heard him curse Mattie's name. He heard him cry.

Mattie had to use every fiber of his being to not run out of the TARDIS and yell "Just kidding Al! I'm a Time Traveler! This man named the Doctor gave me his time machine! Let's travel the universe together!"

Alfred left the room not even paying attention to the blue box hidden in the shadows.

He sat in scliance, just listening to the TARDIS, hum to him.

After a while, Mattie tried not to think about it; instead he looked for a way home. The closest thing he found to an owner's manual was a notebook written by the Doctor trying to explain how it works.

He briefly wondered about the actual manual, and pictured a star burning a book with a bunch of circles on it. Shaking his head, Mattie scanned the book, the leavers, switches, and buttons made no sense, because the book wasn't written in English. That left the nation to guess work.

"I think if I pull this...and push this…than twist this..." The TARDIS roared to life. Its sound echoed and disappered into space and time.

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