I'm sorry for such a long delay on this chapter. I don't own Hetalia.

Arthur was asleep on the ground. His cloak was wrapped tightly around him and he was laying beside what used to be a campfire.

Matthew, on the other hand, was staring at blankly into space. Purple eyes wide open yet unseeing. Sitting in an upright position and occasionally blinking, one would think he were merely daydreaming.

He was being observed with sorrow. Can't even sleep anymore... Mattie...

There were images flashing before his eyes. Familiar yet distant.

There was a young blonde with glasses beaming at him. He looked similar to himself, only his hair was shorter, straighter, and a great deal more unkempt. Behind him was a large stone that reached up to his waist.

"Come on! Come on!" he said eagerly. "You have to see this amazing trick I learned!"

"Are you going to try to jump over the rock again?" Matthew asked.

The other boy scoffed. "No way! That's baby stuff now!" He turned to face the rock. "Watch."

He pressed his palms together and began muttering. The language was like none that Matthew had ever heard before. The hands held a soft glow to them. The boy brought up a small fist and slammed it down onto the stone.

Matthew let out a cry of surprise when the stone shattered into pieces at the force of his brother's punch. "W-What was that, Al?"

Alfred grinned and motioned for Matthew to come closer. When his brother was close enough, he placed his mouth beside his ear.

"Magic!" he whispered.


"Shhhhh!" Alfred pressed a finger to Matthew's lips. "Do you want the whole kingdom to hear you?"

"B-But magic is forbidden!" he stammered. "It's dangerous! It's-"

"Helpful!" Alfred motioned to the broken rock behind him. "Look at what it can do! That's just one spell! What if I found a spell to make food? To make money? Nobody would ever be sad ever again!" Alfred's eyes were filled with a fiery passion. "I'm just trying to be a hero."

Matthew sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't want you to get into trouble."

Alfred let out a laugh. "Trouble? Me? Come on, what could go wrong?"

Suddenly the scene was fading away.

Alfred was older now. Stronger. Worn.

He gave Matthew a sad smile as he placed a hand on his brother's head.

"I'm sorry."

Suddenly there was nothing but pain. All across his body, its most intense point on his head.

He couldn't see.

He couldn't breathe.

He couldn't-

"Matthew! Matthew, snap out of it!"

Matthew blinked in confusion. The world finally faded into focus. Arthur had gripped him by the shoulders and had a panicked expression on his face.

"Wha...What happened...?" Matthew asked.

"You... You were having a fit," Arthur explained. "You were shaking and screaming. Are you alright?"

Matthew nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. It was... It was just a nightmare," he said in spite of the fact that he didn't remember falling asleep.

Arthur looked slightly relieved. "If you say so..." He pulled his bag over his shoulder. "Are you ready to go?"

He shrugged. "Sure."

Sorry this chapter is so short. Next chapter, we meet Yao's acquaintance. Bet you can't guess who it is!

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