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Chapter 12
Alfred woke some time later and uncovered himself from the freezing snow and shivered. He got up and looked around the wilderness only to spot two slumped over shapes not too far from him. The American ran over to the shapes, and observed that they were in fact both Tino and Berwald. Both lay on their sides facing each other, Berwald had one arm over the other, as if he were protecting the younger nation from harm. Alfred knelt down and shook them telling them to wake up.
"Tino, Berwald! Come on, get up! Are you guys alright?" Al shook and shook until finally Tino slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a couple times, and blurry images started coming together, the first thing that came into focus was Berwald's face. Tino blushed as Sweden opened his eyes. Alfred asked once again 'if they were both ok' and they both turned from their sides to sit up straight and nodded.
"Berwald are you hurt?" Finland asked his fellow nation.
"No, I'm fine. How about you?" was Sweden's reply.
"I'm okay. America where are we?" Tino asked as America just shrugged.
"I have no idea…" He responded back but I don't see anyone else here…
"Oh? I see…then we should look for the others." Finland advised as he shook some snow out of his hair.
"Yeah, that seems like a good idea…let's see...The closest people that were near us were Mattie and Ivan I think, how about we start there?"
"Sure thing, I know you must be worried about your brother, America, so let's get a move on." Tino said as he got up from the cold damp snow and lifted his hand down to help Berwald up. America reached down as well, knowing that the small Finnish country wouldn't be able to lift him up, and Sweden grabbed onto both hands and rose up to his feet and brushed snow off his body.
"Come on, let's go." Alfred told the gang as they went off searching nearly everywhere for other missing countries.

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Alfred dug through all the snow around him trying to find his brother. "Mattie! Where are you?" He screamed, while desperately clawing his fingers into the ground around him, while the blizzard that just begun was whipping him in the face. His hands were hurting from all the digging; blood creeping through his gloves and smudging the tips of his gloves.
He looked down at his hands and realized that his fingers were numb. But, he hadto find him.

Mattie, with the exception of Arthur, was the most important person in the world to him, though he did fight with him a lot, he still loved him. He told them both that he would not let anything ever hurt either of them ever again. He just couldn't go back on his word.

"Look how useless I am now…" Alfred stated depressingly as he looked up toward the sky and saw the sun going down and the moon already up.

"I can't even protect my own brother…I'm a horrible brother, I'm so glad Arthur isn't here to see me crying. It's already practically night…and I-I just can't do anything right, this was supposed to be a fun weekend…but now…"

Just then Finland appeared clutching something in his hand looking worried. Oh no, Alfred thought this doesn't look good at all…He had one of those bad feelings that something terrible was about to happen.

"Mr. America!" Tino exasperated. "Mr. America, Berwald and I have found something that I think you should see…" Tino stated as he held out his clenched hand. "Here…Berwald and I found this caught in that bush down there." He pointed to a small scruffy looking bush about 30 feet away.

Alfred examined the item. It was a glove, a furry glove just like the ones Mattie always wears…
"Also…" Tino said sounding even sadder than ever. "W-we found these too". The look on Alfred's face turned from shock to complete horror as his eyes glazed over the item Finland held out. It was Mattie's glasses, no doubt about that!
"Those a-are Mattie's glasses! Where did you find them at?" Alfred sounded horrible, his voice cracking at every note.
"I found them over by that ledge, there against that tree." Finland pointed to a smallish tree near the side of a ledge. The short blonde haired American ran over to that ledge near that tree and screamed down for Mattie but no response answered back. He couldn't tell how far the ledge went down because about 10 feet down a thick fog emerged and crowed his vision.
"I'm going down after him!" Alfred stated.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Berwald and I checked this ledge out and it looks pretty steep and ridged, from what we could see, and because of all this fog we have no idea how far this goes down." The short Nordic country exclaimed. "Berwald's now checking the surrounding area where we found the glove, and other areas as well. He said he'd call to us if he found anything."
"Then what do you expect me to do! He's my brother! I mean, how would you feel if your brother was missing and could possibly be dead!" Alfred spat.

"Uh, well I guess I'd go look for him…but Mr. America, would your brother really be happy if you end up dying from falling off a cliff, just for us to find out later that he ended up being back at the cabin? Wouldn't he feel guilty to know that he accidentally killed his brother. Do you know what I mean?" Finland tried to reason with the now feisty American.

"Wouldn't "I" feel guity to find out sometime later that Mattie really was down there and he's dead now and that I could have saved him but didn't! We'll never know until we try!" Alfred smiled his cheesy American smile. "I mean, I'm the Hero, right? So, that means I can't die!" Alfred stated loudly to Tino.
"You may think you're the Hero, but you can't save everyone! Listen, that ledge is steep, and if Canada did end up falling off it, it would take hours for all we know to get down. Why don't we go back to the cabin to get some reinforcements from the people that are still inside, and then we could all look for him together. That way we'd have more eyes to spot any sight of movement." Tino argued.

"We don't have time to turn back and get reinforcements! By the time we do that Mattie could already be dead! I can save him! Just watch me!" America yelled and turned away from the Nordic and proceeded toward the edge of the cliff. Finland grabbed America's wrist hurriedly and tugged uselessly on his arm.

"I can't let you go! I mean come on, think reasonably! We can't lose any more people to recklessness!" Finland growled.

"Trust me, I won't die, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm the hero, and what kind of hero I would be if I can't even save my own brother!"

"You're a real idiot sometimes America! You are willing to risk everything, and yet your brother might not even be down there. Come on, let's just go back to the cabin, your brother could be with England waiting for you right now." He tugged harder on Alfred's arm, but the American was unwilling to go.

"No!" Alfred barked "I can't just leave without knowing if it's true or not!"

"Come on lets go!" Finland said yanking on his arm to move from the spot.

"No!" Alfred retorted.

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As the two were arguing, Sweden was searching elsewhere for Matthew. That was until he noticed somthihng: an arm. And on the arm was no glove…Tino and Berwald found only one glove earlier… "So...Could it be. Was it really Matthew?" Berwald ran over to the arm pleading that the arm was attached to something, and not severed…He grabbed the arm and pull with all his might, and out of the pile of snow came an unconscious Canadian man with ripped clothing, small cuts and bruises, and no glasses.

"Matthew? Are you ok?" Sweden said slightly shaking the man. Canada stirred a little but remained asleep. Sweden grabbed Canada in his arms and hurried back.

He hastily returned carrying Canada who was semi-conscious with a few scratches and found the two arguing over something.

"Alfred! I found Ma-" and as Alfred turned to look up at the yelling man he saw his brother in his arms.

"Mattie!" Alfred said happily, while yanking at Tino's grasp on him, trying to get tell him to look where he was pointing and stop arguing, but when he went to get up to go see his brother something crumbled and crack under his and Tino's feet. His footing slipped, the snow and ice breaking, just like that and snapped into jagged pieces…and together they tumbled. The earth crumbled and Alfred could feel it, the snow beneath his feet sliding away; and he hadn't realized how close he had gotten to the ledge.

He started falling backwards and coming with him was Tino, still holding onto Alfred's arm. The both of them fell right off the back of the cliff together, as the mountain side seemed as if it were falling in slow motion, and Berwald's facial expression jarred and he was too shocked at first to do anything, it took him a few moments to actually comprehend that his lover just fell off the edge of a cliff…and then it hit him, hard…

"T-TIINNNOOOO!" Berwald screamed and dropped Canada in the snow, as he ran over to the edge of the cliff, and knelt into the snow, looking downward for both men. He couldn't see either of them anywhere, the foggy sun setting air was just too much. They were gone…and night has come.

"T-Tino-o…why you?" Sweden miserably said while whimpering, tears slowly falling from his face, some hitting the rim of his glasses and fogging them up.

Matthew slowly opened his eyes to the sight of a blurry blue blob crying, but without his glasses everything seemed to be all fuzzy shapes of color. It wasn't until after a few seconds of the man whimpering did he recognized it as Sweden.

It was such a different sight for anyone to see, or hear, Berwald, a tall, stoic nation, on his hands and knees crying for another nation. It was so emotional that Canada even felt a tear stroll down his face and not even knowing why. It was rare to see that much emotion come from the Nordic who on occasions only spoke a few words at a time.

Matthew tried to get up to support him, but he had so many bruises and due to the fact that he was weak, couldn't come to bring himself up. He tried again; hurting like crazy, and he somehow managed to hobble over to Berwald.

"T-thank you f-for saving me" Matthew whispered as he looked at the Swedish man, but something was off. Berwald was crying. "You did save me didn't you? What's wrong, eh?"

"T-Tino…Tino and Alfred..." Berwarld's voice broke, a fresh wave of tears streamed down his face. Canada limped closer, leaning against the taller nation tiredly, the swedish man was shaking uncontrollably. " M' wife...fell off this ledge..." He swallowed roughly, struggling to speak. "...and t-took your brother with him..." He was looking down off the edge, being careful not to fall into the abyss. "Tino..."

Matthew's face froze in fear, "Al f-fell off this cliff?" It was more than the quiet Canadian country could handle. He placed his hand on his check and pinched hard into his face to make sure he was awake.

"yeah...and…Tino…j-just happened to be with him when the ledge snapped." Sweden looked up at the Canadian man and saw that Matthew was almost as shocked as he was. Suddenly, Matthew felt dizzy and put his hand to his forehead. "Why, Alfred? Damn it! Ahhh! My head…" Canada looked at Berwald.

"I-I'm sorry…" was all he said before falling to the ground and passing out again. Sweden stirred abruptly and grabbed the Canadian man and held onto him close.
Berwald let out one last final scream before going back to the cabin to get reinforcements, "TINOOO!" he yelled but when no response came he trekked on, carrying the unconscious Canadian, still looking back at almost ever step. Although he had Matthew, he never felt more alone. At that moment, his own shadow seemed to be the only thing comforting him.
Both of them vanished off the side of the cliff together to return to the cabin.

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Both were falling at an incredible speed, Tino and Alfred fell through the air, Alfred screaming hysterically. He saw his life flashing in front of his eyes and Tino on the other hand was too shocked to even utter a single sound, flailing in the air. Tino smacked hard against a jutting ridge, pain shooting up across his back, the force tumbling him around like a puppet.
Alfred hit the ground first, with a sickening smack, Tino not too far behind, his fall slowed from his previous impact. He hit the snow, the small Fin blacking out as they both lay there for a long time unconscious while snow sweetly fell across their faces.

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The warm embers of the fireplace lit the living room in its soft glow. Switzerland drank his sweet coffee as he watched over his unexpected visitor. Ludwig lay unconscious on the couch, worn out boots set neatly on a floor mat next to the doorway, torn clothes and bruised features aligning his body. Switzerland waited as the German man slowly began stirring. Ludwig's eyes gradually opened as he looked around confused, sitting up slowly, a hand to his head. He noticed the man sitting in a rocking chair, watching him with concerned eyes. The blonde man rocked slowly, smiling warmly.
"Umm, excuse me sir…but who are you?" The German asked tentatively. "And… where am I?" He looked around, assessing his surroundings. The couch was soft and plush, a knitted blanket tangled over the German's body. The room was small and basic, a fireplace in the wall, books lining a shelf in one side and a gun case on the other. Who was this man? Germany thought as he looked at the unfamiliar surroundings.
"I am Vash." He was met with a blank stare. "Switzerland?" The nation cocked his head in confusion. "You don't remember me?" he asked and Ludwig stared dumbfounded.
"Should I know you…Mr. Vash Switzerland? What a funny last name. You know that's a county." Switzerland's smiled grew slowly. "I AM the country Switzerland, and you are Germany. Do you not know that?"
"No...I did not... Ludwig stated back and he looked at the man sitting in front of him. He then asked more questions. "How did I get here, and where is here, Mr. Switzerland?" Ludwig asked curiously.
"I saved you from an avalanche. I saw you lying face down in the snow while I was coming home from Liechtenstein. I saved you from the freezing snow and brought you home to my house in Switzerland." Vash stated as Ludwig stared at him.
"But, why is it that I can't remember anything? I mean have I met you before?" the German man said as he rubbed his head.
"Yes, we did know each other, but you see, the Avalanche must have been too traumatic, you must have hit your head pretty bad making you forget your memories. But, it's ok I'll let you stay with me until you heal." The sound of phone ringing echoed through the room, making the German get a little startled at first impact. Switzerland then reached into his pocket and pulled it out, apologizing to the injured man "Gotta take this, sorry..." Vash hit a button, pressing the phone to his ear. "Hello?" He paused. "Oh, really? Good… Me too. Yes, we can start the next part of the plan, great Job." And at that hung up and looked back toward Ludwig.
"Now, if you will follow me, I will take you to your room. And please, if you need anything feel free to ask, my door is down the hallway, just two down from yours on the left."