AN: Okay so... I don't really know where this came from. Other than the fact that my dad usually puts politics on a lot at my house and I get sick of hearing people arguing... But anyway, here you go. I'm not sure about posting it, but you know. Tell me what you think.

It had been a long day. A long day filled with speeches and discussions and arguing and discussing problems that no one even wanted to think about. The meeting kept drawling on, the clock kept ticking and some of them just wished for it to explode so they could have something to distract themselves with. Sadly, it didn't and the meeting wasn't even halfway over yet.

The room was filled with such an air of depression and boredom that it seemed to suck the life out of anyone and everyone in it. They had already taken more breaks than intended and that was just because after a few speeches none of them could physically or mentally stand it anymore.

They wanted Gilbert to break in and joke around, but they knew that the Prussian had promised his brother he wouldn't at this meeting. They had wanted to get something done.

Alfred was the one at the podium at the moment, or as they had silently decided to call it, the stick of torture. They wanted the American to throw ridiculous and imaginatively hopeful ideas around like they were nothing, but it wasn't meant to happen today. They were talking about the state of their countries at the moment and then, they supposed, they might get to solutions.

He was in the middle of his speech now and though no one had been paying attention, he had started to go off, slow down. His voice was falling in volume as well, starting at a bit lower than normal and now just softly speaking.

It took them a few moments to notice that he had finally stopped completely. Slowly they became aware of the silence. Their brains started to work correctly again.

"America…" Ludwig sighed, turning his head to look at the American nation. "You had better not be asleep up there."

When they looked at him, the six of them, they didn't see a sleeping teenager. In fact, Alfred was completely awake. However, his eyes were staring straight ahead, unblinking. He looked shell shocked.

"Is he alright…?" Arthur asked, a worried tone entering his voice. Despite how much he tried to hide it, he did care. The nations were more awake now, some ready to get on their feet.

Ivan, being closer to the podium, stood quietly. "Fredka?" He asked softly, poking the younger nation's arm.

The reaction was instantaneous. Alfred's eyes widened and he sucked in a breath, jumped backwards, stumbled, and landed on his butt with a thump on the ground. He scooted further backwards, still staring straight in front of him. His breathing was speeding up.

The other nations stood, running towards their fellow country.

Francis looked between Alfred and Ivan. "What did you do?" He asked the Russian.

Ivan blinked, looking at his 'rival' in shock and confusion. "I just… poked him."

The Frenchman knelt, Feliciano sitting next to him.

"Alfred?" The Italian coaxed his voice soft. It was the caring tone the Italian almost always seemed to have. "What's wrong?"

They saw his lips move, but heard nothing.

Francis leaned forward, eyebrows furrowing in worry. "What is it?" He asked. "Is something going on?"

Alfred's lips moved again and this time both of the European countries caught it. "-another one."

Kiku was kneeling now too. "Is he alright? What did he say?" Though his face stayed calm, his voice portrayed the worry for his friend.

"He said… another one."

"Are people dying?" Arthur whispered, feeling like if he spoke to loud things would only get worse. The other nations looked between each other at the question.

Ivan shook his head. "No…Sadly, people are always dying. But that isn't it." He motioned to the American. "There are no major wounds. No minor ones either as far as I can see."

"Then what is it?" Ludwig had moved next to them now. "I checked the news. No disasters."

"Not another one."

Alfred's voice was louder this time. Everyone had caught it.

Feliciano put a hand on the Americans shoulder, struck by how scared the younger nation looked. However, that only seemed to make it worse. Alfred scooted back further, hitting the wall, though he gave no notice. The Italians hand withdrew instantly, eyebrows furrowing. "I didn't…"

"I know all of you didn't."

The voice came from behind all of them this time, usually so soft they could have missed it. Now it was louder, hard edged.

They turned to see a figure standing. He looked similar to Alfred, but at the same time, not.

"Mathieu." Francis whispered. He looked like a wave of relief had washed over him.

Matthew nodded, motioning for them to get out of the way. "Could you move please so I can help my brother?" They could see the flash of anger behind his eyes and quickly obliged.

Arthur met the Canadian's eyes. "Is he going to be alright?"

"In a bit, yeah."

They watched as Matthew sat in front of his twin and crossed his legs, the anger leaving instantly. He acted as if this were a normal occurrence. When he spoke his voice was softer again, holding so much care inside it. "Alfred."

Alfred didn't react, or at least not right away. There was a slight hitch in his breath.

Matthew slowly reached out a hand and put it on his brother's shoulder. Though the others expected the American to move away again it was not the case. He didn't move. Then, without any hesitation, Matthew pulled his brother into a hug.

For a moment Alfred stayed still. Then, as if at a snail's pace, his arms moved to return the gesture.

Matthew laid his chin on his brother's shoulder. "It's okay Alfred. It's okay…"

"Not another civil war..." Alfred breathed. "Not another one."

The nations blinked in shock, unsure what the younger nation was talking about. Matthew, however, nodded. "I know… There won't be another one Alfred."

Alfred finally blinked and no one could decide if the drop that fell from it was from holding his eyes open for so long or his emotions. They watched as the superpower began to shake.

Matthew rubbed his brother's back, his eyes sad. "I know Al, I know…"

Francis started, "But there isn't a civil wa-"

Alfred froze up again. The Canadians head whipped around so fast they thought it would break. He glared at them, whispering, "Do NOT say that." Then he turned back and took his previous position. "It's okay… It won't happen, Alfred, it's alright."

The American nation took a slow, shallow breath and hid his head in Matthew's shoulder. "I don't want another one."

"It's not going happen, Al. I promise." He smiled slightly. "And do I ever break my promises?" They didn't hear the response, but they saw the Canadian nod. "That's right, I haven't. It will be okay."

"I don't want them to fight."

Matthew's smile fell and he sighed softly. "I know…" He was silent for too long and Alfred's breathing shifted, becoming quicker again. "No, it's okay brother. It's fine… We can get them to stop alright? How does that sound?"

"Good."

The agreement finally seemed to calm the nation down. His breathing was almost back to normal after a few moments.

Matthew turned his head towards them again, eyes having lost most of their flare. His purple orbs flitted in the other direction of the far side of the room, telling them to go.

They did.

They watched from afar as Matthew set a cup of hot chocolate on the table and sat in the chair next to Alfred's. The Canadian spoke to his brother for a few moments and they heard some of it. They couldn't help but smile a little.

("Drink this; it'll make you feel better."

"But I need coffee Matt… I'll fall asleep if I don't."

"Good, you need sleep. This is nice though, it's not really bitter."

"Don't hate my coffee."

"Don't hate my hot chocolate.")

Then the voices disappeared, the two obviously lowering their voices. After a brief moment Matthew stood and started walking towards them. For some reason the group had the urge to run.

The Canadian reached them and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Feliciano started talking, though somewhat quietly so Alfred couldn't hear. "We're so sorry. We didn't know that would happen. It just-"

Matthew held up a hand. "Its…" He let out a breath. "It's alright… I know that you had no idea that he does that."

"And what exactly…" Arthur began, frowning with worry, "was … that?" The other nations nodded, also wanting to know.

"It looked very... unpleasant." Kiku added, his gaze shifting to the floor.

Matthew paused and bit his lip. Then, after looking them over, he spoke. "I shouldn't even tell you this-" His eyes narrowed dangerously. "And I swear if you tell anyone else about this I will…" The threat went unfinished and he ran a hand through his hair. "Alright… When Alfred thinks about what's going on, how the economy is, and yes I know other places are much worse off, but sometimes…" He paused. "Sometimes he gets caught up in the thoughts of his citizens. And usually, almost always I think, they are fighting. And he gets stuck in that, in the constant debating and just…" He seemed at a loss for words, turning away from them but still out of sight of his brother. "He gets in the mind frame that there will be another civil war."

The nations were silent, all understanding the situation.

"Will it get any better?" Ludwig questioned, glancing at the American nation.

Matthew didn't answer right away. "Just… Please don't make him get caught up in it again. And if he does, call me." He turned and went to take his brother home.

AN: Yeah... I will have more chapters of Music up soon and hopefully a few more oneshots. and Lest we forget. my life is pretty busy with school and other things, but I'll try my best.

Thanks for reading everyone.