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Those three simple words rung in Matthew's mind since the meeting was called off, which was about 5 or so hours ago. Since France and England helped him back to his home (Canada was still shell-shocked around this time) that phrase was the only thing present in his mind.
And to top it off, it was being said in Alfred's voice, making it much deeper than it should.
Despite it originally being a whisper, a mutter under his breath, it left so much of an impact--too much of an impact, actually, for the nation, so much so that he was stunned into a silence, almost not registering everyone. 1
He still was in shock; all he'd been doing today, after being helped home, was staring up at his ceiling tile on his bed.
But as a fair point, the tile had an interesting design; the marks pointing out formed such amazing swirls, so amazing that he eventually found himself in a jungle-type area, being sucked in by quicksand, being spun around and around more times than he could remember, calling out for someone--anyone--to help, holding his arm out, trying to grab a branch, failing to, seeing a silhouette of Alfred with his back to him, feel--
Before Canada's mind could wander any further, his own gasps of air snapped him out of his own trance. He sat up, blinking, feeling water spill from his eyes. Was he...? Before he could finish his mental question, Matthew wiped his eyes, sobbing once more and began kicking himself in his head. Goddamnit Matthew! Stop crying!
With a final shaky sob, Matthew swallowed and swung over to the side of his bed, where he could sit and think like a man.
What was Canada gonna do? All the nations thought that America had gone violent and were suddenly looking at Canada and treating him as if he were a third-world country.
Honestly, Canada just wanted to shout at them, shout that he wasn't the one who needed help; it was the man they see as a menace, the man who would clear anyone who opposed him out of his way--
Something clicked. Could Alfred be doing this out of spite towards everyone? Could he be doing it because he didn't want to hear anything else said about him behind his back?
Before the Canadian knew, he was bursting out of his house and towards America's, his mind set on trying to talk to his brother. As he was walking, his mind began playing a script for when he would finally get in.
More lines than he could handle began popping in as he (kid of) stormed to Alfred‘s home: 'America what you're doing is retarded!' No no, he couldn't say that in his brother's time of need; he'd be an asshole.
What about: 'Alfred you have got to stop this; think about everyone else.' Hmm, while it seemed decent, he knew Alfred would just respond saying 'Who cares about me?' or something along those lines.
Hmmm... Well, he could always just make it up on the spot, like how Alfred usually does--Er, did. And with that thought came a small sigh of exhaustion and disappointment, thinking of Alfred now. It's been happening for a while actually, despite how much Canada tried to not let it be that way.
As soon as Matthew reached America's home (his scripts rejected, finding some way to flaw them), the first thing he noticed was that none of the lights were on. Huh. Odd. Canada double-checked his watch. 8:00 pm. Weird. By now, every light in Alfred's home would be on, and Canada would be scowling, somewhat aggravated that his brother would leave every light on.
Maybe it was no big de--Stop it, Matt. Stop trying to act like nothing is going on. Alfred is doing God knows what, and no one knows. Canada's vision blurred, but returned to focus the second he realized what was going on with his bodily fluids. 2
He gulped and knocked at the door. "Al? You there?" He asked, soft enough to signify that it was Canada, but loud enough to be heard.
5 minutes came and went. No reply. Matthew frowned, and turned the knob, to see if Alfred was there.
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Pushing the door opened, he found that the living room was still. Practically deathly still. He glanced over at the couch area, and found the cups that Alfred had left out last time Matthew was over to be friendly. Next thing he saw was Alfred's smiling face in front of him, feeling the softness of the couch, the smooth feel of the mug in his hands.
Swallowing back the better memories (and the approaching tears), Canada pressed on, calling out his brother's name every once in a while hesitantly. Honestly, Matthew wondered, why am I still going? I've seen this in movies a bunch of times; I go in the house, I call out for someone's name and next thing I know, a masked killer is chasing me with a chainsaw. It happened every time! But despite how loudly his mind was shouting at his legs to stop moving, for them to turn around and run like hell, he couldn't.
Climbing the stairs, gulping his fright to be distributed to his whole body, he reached the second floor looking hesitantly at the hallway, analyzing it for anything out of the ordinary.
Sadly, nothing struck out.
With a twinge of disappointment, he continued, stopping near America's door. An eerie aura, one that Matthew couldn't put his finger on, engulfed the room and everything in its vicinity. It gave Canada goose bumps.
C'mone, he thought in panic to himself. You don't really wanna know what's happening do you? You know that feeling! Do you honestly wanna be part of it? That part held a strong point; he'd rather not deal with that area right now, and would much rather go back home and pretend it never happened.
But, argued another part, Alfred's missing, and I know that he's in the house. The door was unlocked! Where else would he be but there?! Besides, what if Alfred's hurt? How could I live with myself if Alfred was in the room and I never checked to see if he was okay?!
That side held a much stronger point. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open ready to bolt for anything in a millisecond.
Ahahaha, sorry for stopping at a suspenseful place. |D I kinda needed to.
NOTES:
1: If anyone has seen Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni Kai, episode 5 specifically, when Satoko is in the hospital and Ooshi tries to interrogate her but she doesn't respond, that's what I was talking about with Canada in that part, only watered down to that day. Sorry if I was being unclear. ^^;
2: If anyone had a perverted thought, I swear to God I will sock you in the nose. D:<
reCATCHA: Misero invading. Hello, irony? Is that you knocking?
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But you already know what's going to happen.
Sorry for the late response
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But I DO hafta admit, wonderful guesses, and I wanna tell you what's gonna happen but I don't wanna ruin it. Yay cop-outs. |DDDD;;;;
And of course I would know what'll happen next; it'd be kinda funny if I didn't know. XDD;;;
Oh pft s'no big deal. |D
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What Matthew saw in that room was not his brother, America. What he saw was not the cocky older brother that he has spend years of his being trying to tolerate with. The body on the ground was not the hamburger-eating country that refused to see football as football and instead as soccer.
But the part that was confusing was that the body has America's hair, America's bomber jacket, America's exact resemblance.
But it was not Alfred F. Jones.
Alfred F. Jones, the United States of America, as was his official name, would not have been so easily swayed by other's thoughts of him, which was why Matthew assumed Alfred has turned to suicide.
His mind raced unable what to see of this situation, the situation of his older brother lying on the floor looking to be...
Well, no blood was on the floor, so he wasn't gone yet. Maybe. Hopefully. Canada hoped not, anyway.
Standing there, paralyzed, Canada had no idea what to do now. Should he get help? What if he was already dead? What good would help be?
He should call an ambulance. Dammit! He left his phone back at home! And whatever phone was in this house was probably dead, Canada already knew this from personal experience.
No way could Matthew carry Al. He tried before and failed.
Oh dear God dear God dear God Matthew need someone to help him! Maybe England? France? What about both?! But no phone.
Stop it! Matthew mentally shouted to himself. You're losing time, you idiot! Carry him and run to a hospital!
Following his mind (for once this night), Matthew bolted from his spot and towards Alfred, crouching down, and caught of glimpse of the other's face.
So peaceful.. So still.. And yet something seemed out of place.
Alfred wasn't smiling. Even when asleep, Al smiled. Matthew's eyes nearly flew from his skull as he looked away once more from America's face, trying as well as failing to keep his tears in.
- (Time skip cause I severly doubt anyone wants to read Matt taking Al to a hospital. XD) -
The meeting for that day was canceled due to 'unforeseen incidences'. Everyone but Japan really knew what happened (I knew Japan knew, Matthew thought to himself when he came to the hospital), so Kiku had to tell everyone what happened. Within the next few days, as Matthew stayed in the hospital room refusing to leave until Alfred woke up, practically everyone came to look at Alfred with worried eyes.
Of course, no one cared about Alfred's condition, save for Japan, England and France.
As well as him, but..
On a different note.
Alfred didn't get better. Nor did he get worse. Right now, Alfred was just in a comatose state from overdosing on pain killers and blood loss from the self-induced cuts.
Even though he knew what Al was doing to himself, it still hurt Matthew when the doctor said it.
Then one night, after Canada had dozed off, Al woke up.
Being awoken to the shouts of his name, Matthew shot up from his resting place to look at Alfred, confused, tired, amazed, cheerful and worried.
Matthew nearly flinched upon looking at Alfred's face. It was like looking at a corpse of a friend; horrifying and you feel like you want to vomit, but couldn't keep your eyes away, even if you tightly shut your eyes. The image was burned in your memory to haunt you for life.
"Matt, why am I here?!" Alfred demanded, as something twinged to the nation. His voice.. Why was Alfred worried?
Rather, why was Alfred panicking?
"What do you mean, why are you here?" Was all Matt could muster out. To be honest, he was still tired, and being shouted at as a wake-up call did not help whatsoever. Seeing Alfred and hearing his tone though; that helped a bit, Canada had to admit.
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"Matt please, get me out of here. Throw me out the window, I do not care! Just please, get me out of this game!" Alfred pleaded, as Matt's back went erect. Game? What game, Matthew wanted to ask.
Next, Alfred was practically seizing right there. Oh God, if there were any better instanced for his invisible thing to help, it would be amazing.
The nurses ran into the room now. They began trying to pin him and, as his heart line began to go flat. A taste of bile began to rise up into Canada's mouth, tears beginning to flow down.
"Guh!" He gasped, opening his eyes now, as a nurse was in his sight. She was actually rather pretty for a nurse.
"Are you okay sir? You were freaking out just now." The woman sighed, seeming relived, as Matt tried to sit up. When was he lying down? A shiver passed, as he wiped his forehead. Cold sweat. Was it only just..?
Canada glanced at the hospital bed, just in case. Alfred was lying there peacefully, as if he were toying between the line of life and death.
"Your brother is stable, don't worry." The nurse murmured, looking at Al with a longing look almost. She swung her head back at Matthew, with a bright smile. It horribly clashed with the look she wore before, something shouting at Matt that this nurse had a past. "I'll get you a cup of water, all right?"
Before Matt could so much as open his mouth, the nurse was gone. Leaning his back against the wall now, unable to register practically anything, he sighed, and looked back at Alfred, his nightmare trying to come alive.
With all his might, however, Matt tried to push it back, eventually sobbing. His cries never left the room, where only he and his practically dead brother lie.
LOL WHAT Now I wanna write a sub-story for that nurse. XDDDDD;;;;;; Maybe she and Matt could bond in Al's room? Oh God, imagine how awkward that would be. XDD;;;;;
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Poor Alfred, Poor Matthiew that he had to see that and having his heart broken by a near dead brother. I can't wait for the next chapter! ^u^
Sorry i took so long, i had a busy and stressful week. X(
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