"Matthew..." a voice said quietly. "Matthew!" A British man woke the Canadian up just as he was
dreaming. He opened his eyes to see Arthur standing by his bedside. "Where am I?" the Canadian named
Matthew asked. "You're in the hospital. You got into a wreck," Arthur said with slight worry in his
tone. "Is the other person okay?" Matthew asked, worried for his brother, Alfred. "Yes, but you were
injured pretty badly. Some of your ribs and your left leg are broken," Arthur said. "When did this
happen?" Matthew asked. "Two days ago," was Arthur's reply. Matthew had no words now. He was just
surprised he made it through the wreck. "How am I still alive?" Matthew asked. Arthur didn't answer at
first. Then after a few minutes of silence, the doctor came in, which his name was Vladimir. Doctor
Vladimir was just known as Dr. Vlad. He was a red-headed, red-eyed man. "I see you awake now," Dr.
Vlad said a bit happily with a foreign accent. Matthew just nodded. Arthur looked at Dr. Vlad for a
moment as if saying something to him without actually saying it. Dr. Vlad nodded and Arthur left.
"Your brother be fine. He in other room," Dr. Vlad said. "I want to see him," Matthew demanded. "Not
yet. You're still in recovery," Dr. Vlad responded. "When can I then?" Matthew asked, a bit upset that
he could not yet see his brother. "When you be full health," Dr. Vlad answered. "And when would that
be?" Matthew asked demandingly. "When you be," was all Dr. Vlad answered.
A few days had passed and Matthew was still in the hospital. He couldn't move out of the bed so no one
was allowed to see him for a couple of hours. He was thinking to himself when he heard something from
outside. He wanted to get out of his bed to see what the noise was but he just couldn't. Then he heard
it again. It was a voice calling him. "Mattie. What's taking so long to heal? You should've been out
already." an obnoxious voice yelled. Matthew just had to respond from the bed, "I still have two
broken ribs and my leg isn't healing like it should." "You just can't stay cooped up in there the rest
of your life though. Come on! Come out of the hospital so we can play again like we used to," the
voice responded. Then Matthew knew who it was. It was his brother, Alfred. Matthew couldn't help but
smile at the thought of seeing Alfred again. "Hey Al? Why don't you ask if you can come see me?"
Matthew asked him. "Alright. I'll be there in a few moments," Alfred responded then Matthew heard a
click of a door from the front lobby. Matthew waited and waited. Alfred didn't show up for quite a
while now. Matthew wondered if he couldn't come visit and slightly started to cry.
An hour had passed and Matthew was asleep. The door to his room clicked while he was asleep and he
heard a voice once again. "Matthew, wake up dude. I'm here now. The Hero is here," Alfred said calmly.
Matthew woke up at the sound of his voice and slightly smiled. Alfred was sitting there next to
Matthew's bedside and was smiling as well. "I'm here dude. I'm so glad you're alright. That was one
heck of a wreck," Alfred said with a slight sound of sadness. "I'm fine Al. Just a few more days and
I will be out of here," Matthew said. "You better live," Alfred said. "I promise I will. I won't break
my promise to my brother," Matthew said. Alfred smiled as widely as he could ever smile.
Three days have passed and Alfred had been visiting Matthew everyday whenever he could. But the fourth
day, Alfred didn't show up. Matthew felt alone. "I promise I will," were the words stuck in Matthew's
mind the entire time Alfred showed up when he did. A tragedy hit. The fourth day was dreadful. Matthew
started to have a twitch everywhere in his body and it hurt him so much. Dr. Vladimir came in and
couldn't do anything but watch as Matthew was twitching to his death. Then all went quiet. Matthew
stopped moving. His body became cold and his hands were at his heart. His expression was blank. He did
not move at all except for his mouth. His last words were "I promised but failed."
The next day, Alfred came to the hospital. Dr. Vladimir looked dreaded to see him there. "Mr. Alfred,
I am sorry. Matthew did not make it," Dr. Vladimir said sadly. "But he promised he would make it!"
Alfred yelled. "He said he would be back in a few days!" Alfred started crying. "I'm sorry Mr. Alfred.
We try everything we could do but nothing helped," Dr. Vlad said sadly. Alfred then planned out
Matthew's funeral. It went on and many people came. The ones who cried were Alfred (America), Arthur
(England), Francis (France), Gilbert (Prussia), and Anthony (Cuba). Of coarse, Alfred was Matthew's
brother, Arthur was a caretaker of Matthew's, Francis was Matthew's father, Gilbert was Matthew's best
friend, and Anthony was a great friend to Matthew.
A few years had passed and Alfred was sitting alone at the park that him and Matthew would always go
to when they were young. Alfred noticed no change since the last time he's been to this park. He
looked to his side, expecting to see Matthew sitting with him but no one was there. Alfred thought to
himself for a moment. Then he thought he heard Matthew's voice say, "I promise." He smiled and started
crying. "I promise," Alfred repeated and walked home alone.
*SIDE STORY, MATTHEW'S*
Matthew was watching as Alfred went home and he smiled. "Have a good life Al." He followed Alfred
without letting Alfred see him. Alfred was just smiling and crying while walking home. "Don't worry
Al. I am with you," Matthew said even though Alfred couldn't hear him. When Alfred got home, he went
to cook something but wasn't hungry. This was unusual for Alfred. Matthew said into Alfred's ear,
"Don't worry. I am always with you." Alfred turned around but saw nothing. "I guess I should continue
my life for Matt," he said to himself.
Many years later, Alfred was organizing through his things and found an old family photo. It had
Francis, Arthur, Alfred, and Matthew grouped together. Alfred started to cry when he saw this photo.
He was sure that Matthew was watching him now because he had almost died himself before something
pushed him out of the way of a fast moving bus. He couldn't help but think of all the great times he
had with Matthew. He started crying even more when he thought of his brother. Alfred went through
more of his things and found one of Matthew's favorite toys from when they were younger. The thought
of playing with his brother again was amazing to Alfred. He rummaged through his things even more
until he found a photo of him and Matthew smiling and dressing up as each other. Alfred choked up a
sob for as long as he could but couldn't hold it for very long. The whole time this was happening,
Matthew just watched. "I know you're there Matt. I want you back here with me. I will see you if you
don't come back," Alfred said, looking up. Matthew smiled and flew back up to watch him as Alfred's