Alfred raised an eyebrow and glanced curiously at Matthew. "What do you mean 'dead'?"
Matthew visibly paled as he responded, "Dead as in dead." Matthew took a step back into the fields. His usually soft and relaxed violet eyes were filled with fear and worry as he looked at Alfred.
"So you're saying I died?" Alfred said again for clarification, his brother's words weren't really sinking in.
Matthew nodded at a snail's pace.
Alfred shook his head vigorously, causing his glasses to almost slide off of his face, "That doesn't make any sense man! Just a few hours ago you and me were in the car with mom! Explain to me how I supposedly died please!" Alfred pushed his glasses up and stared irritably at Mattie, how could his own brother tell him he was dead when he was clearly walking about?
"Y-You jumped into the P-Pit…" Matthew paused for a minute, his eyes misting over for a split second, "Wait- why am I even talking to you? You're probably just another illusion…" Matthew shook his head and turned away from Al, he started leaving the scene, the golden rows of wheat moving aside as he stepped through.
Who is he calling an illusion? Alfred thought bitterly with his arms crossed while Mattie continued walking away.
Alfred prolonged his grumbling before realizing his brother- the only face that was familiar- was strolling away.
Once more Alfred was running after Matthew, his arms flailing as he tried catching up with his brother.

Alfred spun Matt around and gripped Matthew's shoulders, "Dude you need to explain yourself better! I'm not dead! I never jumped from some pit and why on earth are you in overalls? You're always telling me that overalls are so 1990's but no! Now you're wearing them! What's wrong with you?" Alfred made direct eye contact with Matthew, causing Mattie to stare down at the ground nervously.
"N-nothings wrong with me, just go away… You aren't real!" Matthew squirmed, trying to wiggle his way out of Alfred's firm hold, but Alfred wouldn't even budge.
"I'm as real as you Mattie! You're really making no sense here!" Alfred exclaimed.
Matthew sighed and shook his head once more, "Leave me alone, I need to go into town and sell this chicken." He motioned with his hand to the decapitated chicken.
Alfred grimaced, "You're really convinced I'm a goner, huh?"
Matthew mutely nodded and Alfred removed his hands from his brother's shoulders.
The duo stayed there in silence, with only the mid-summer wind ruffling their hair from time to time and the silvery clouds overhead floating by.
"I-I'm going to go now." Matthew announced breaking the unsettling silence.
Alfred nodded, seeing no point in talking to his so-called brother. Alfred was wondering what in the world was up with him. Just a while ago, the two were in the car heading off to practice and now Matthew was swearing he was dead and acting as if he were a farmhand or something!
Matthew for the second time turned away, but was again interrupted. However this time it was by a thickly Prussian accented man calling out, "Hey Birdie! Is that you? I came to see what was keeping you up!"
Matthew's face quickly turned tomato red, making Al raise both of his eyebrows.
"Did you say something Birdie? Sorry I can't here you from this far away even with my awesome ears!" Then the silver haired man came sprinting towards the duo, a cocky grin plastered on his face.
Matthew grinned feebly at the man as he came closer; Alfred on the other hand was staring at the bloke trying to remember where he'd seen this guy. He looked all so familiar and yet he just couldn't place his finger on it…
The man slowed down when he was about five meters away and walked towards the two, smiling all the while, with his ruby red eyes gleaming at Mattie. His disheveled silver hair swayed with each step and he was wearing a patched up shirt that was falling apart at the seams and worn-down shorts that went just down below his knees. But despite his ragged appearance, the man had people gravitating towards him- whether it is for his unusually colored eyes or his over confidence Alfred couldn't say.
Alfred suddenly remembered who he was.
Gilbert Beilschmidt.
"So Birdie, who's this? A friend or distant cousin or what?" Gilbert spared Alfred a quick glance before returning his attention to Matt.
Matthew looked shocked, "You can see him?"
"I'm not blind Matthew, of course I can see him!" The two who were talking as if he weren't even there were quickly irritating Alfred.
"I'm the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt." Gilbert extended a hand to Al, a gesture Al had not been expecting from this Prussian.
Alfred accepted his hand, "Dude, I know who you are! We went to high school together! But to refresh your memory- cause it seems Mattie's forgotten about his favorite brother- I'm Alfred F. Jones!" Alfred beamed as he announced his name.
Gilbert's reaction was fairly similar to Matthews, his eyes widened followed by his skin paling. But then he did something quite unexpected: he punched Alfred square in the jaw.

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Nathan strode up to the reception desk; the sharp scent of the hospital was already beginning to get to the middle aged man.
"Welcome sir." A polite looking lady said looking up from her computer monitor to gaze at the Canadian, "What may I help you with?" She smiled kindly at him and gave him her full attention.
"I'm here to visit my son Matthew Williams, I am his father, Nathan Williams." Nathan pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose and stared impassively with his violet eyes directed at the petite blonde.
The girl seemed a little intimidated by the man's aloofness and hurriedly asked him for proof of identification and to fill out a few forms.
Nathan thanked the girl once she had handed him the somewhat thick stack of paperwork he needed to fill out and then placed his bum on one of the leather chairs in the waiting room.
_TIMESKIP_

"Thank you Mr. Williams, I'll call a nurse over to lead you to your son then." The receptionist gave him a simple polite smile as she finished flipping through the filled out paperwork. She soon buzzed him a nurse.
A minute or two passed before a chubby looking nurse with short mousy brown hair, popped over.
She extended a hand and smiled warmly at Nathan.
"Hi, I'm Jane Smithton. I'm a nurse here." She didn't seem at all affected by Nathan's cold stare. Nathan introduced himself and then shook her hand.
"Alrightie then, just follow me." After that she turned around and led Nathan down a maze of corridors and sharp turns before finally stopping before a plain white door.
The nurse knocked on the door courteously, giving a heads up to the boy.
"Matthew, it's Nurse Smithton, I'm here with your father."
Silence was all that greeted them as they opened the door.
If it weren't for the fact that the wheelchair was so obvious even in the dimly lit room, then Nathan might've missed his own son. Nathan's eyes grew wide in alarm, even when he'd heard the news that little Matthew had been… paralyzed it had never fully dawned on him until he saw the tiny shell of what once was Matthew sitting limply in a silver wheelchair.
"M-Matt?" That's all Nathan could say, his heart felt as if it were caught in his throat.
Matthew slowly turned his wheelchair around and faced his dad.
"Hey dad," The boy said flatly. He showed no fear, sadness, anger or shyness as he typically did when he looked at his father.
The boy had a few scratches on his face and his left arm was wrapped in gauze, but besides that his upper half was almost unscathed.
"So umm…" Nathan was clueless as to what to say; in a million years he'd have never guessed Matthew to end up in this position.
Nurse Smithton excused herself sensing the arising awkwardness. Nathan cleared his throat and rocked back and forth on his heels wracking his brain around, trying to find an appropriate thing to say.
Matthew broke the unsettling silence, "I look pretty bad, eh?"

A/N: Ch 2 complete! ^_^ Herro guys! What do you think so far? Sorry about not going into a lot of depth and stuff with Alfred's side of the story on this chapter, but I have a bit of a difficult time trying to have Matthew tell Alfred he's dead and is probably just another one of his illusions (explanations will come in later chapters )! Anywhoo, I'd like to thank zoewinter1 for reviewing, I seriously appreciate your encouragement and am certainly thinking about turning this into an AmeriPan fic :D
So ya know, although this chapter is following Alfred along with 'Nathan Williams' (he's not based on a real person, entirely fictional), Nathan is not going to be whom this fic is usually watching- it'll normally be following Matthew cause well who really cares about old Nate? Matthew also might seem a little OOC in 'reality' but he just lost his mom and he's practically lost his brother so I mean he's going to be a little out of it.
Also if you look very VERY closely you might- just might- see a little bit of PruCan. Sorry I like PruCan :3 But this story will not be focused on the very minimal PruCan side of it so ya know! But there will be tiny miniscule hints~
So favorite, follow and/or review for me darlings! Reviews are like birthday cards filled with hundred dollar bills to me!
What to expect in Ch 3: Gilbert explains why he punched Al; Alfred relays his latest memory and the three guys come to a conclusion and make a big decision. Meanwhile, Matthew is annoyed by his dad- all he wants for him to do is leave him alone!s

Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, I would buy myself a panda and call my panda 'Hero'. Since I do not have a panda named 'Hero' I cannot possibly own Hetalia.
-MW