Pasts

Eleven

With the countries~~~

Now mostly everyone was a bit angry at the three, but not too mad. Of course, they were still mad about them abandoning basically, the nine were the most ticked off, but everyone else was fine to a degree. Most nations had gotten some food, and were eating as they talked to one another,  and seemed to not want to watch anymore, as it just seemed like a big waste of time.

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Up in actual limbo, Native America was watching, and sighed, turning to Rome, who was also watching. Rome had some interactions with America before he died, and were actually good friends for the short time that he was alive. 

Native looked back at the nations, now shaking her head at them in a disappointed manner. "They seem to not realize anything. Maybe my sons are that good at hiding their true selves.. Even though they shouldn't feel the need to do so in the first place." She said, frowning softly at the scene. Rome sighed, nodding. "Ita. ((Yes in Latin, just know i'm using Google Translate for everything -_-)) I really am disappointed to see this as well. Bth seem to be very kindhearted in nature. I am sure this will help the others to see them, however." It was then quiet for a while, as both had nothing else to say.

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In the meeting, all were talking with the others, as the four close to the North Americans, and now the Nordics, were worried about how the two would come back afterwards. Better, or much worse? Nobody really knew, and they just wished that Arthur would have thought more of their reactions to seeing each memory again. As nations, their past are really bad, as they include wars, betrayal, and so much death.. but to be all alone?

They all disliked what he had done, but the four were the most effected about it. They didn't know much of American or Canadian history, and sorta agreed with Yao when he said that they were to young to have anything bad happen, but they still thought this was horrible. The nation's all waited for the next memory, but it didn't come, as a note fell from the sky, and landed near Japan, who started to read after gaining the others attention.

Hello again,
I wrote this to tell you to get some sleep. My sons will do the same. You all will start tomorrow, and I emphasise to get some good rest, as you will most likely need it.
At this time in their lives, they are mere children around the ages of 4-5, as you have seen. We have a long way to go to reach the end, so take this as a warning or reminder.  

Their lives are very complicated, but they make it seem so simple, since they wouldn't want anybody to know about what had happened to them. I am disappointed to see this, and is the reason why I am helping, to break their façades and show you their true colors.

Goodbye for now, Native America.

After reading the message, all looked at one another warily, not really excited about what these two have in store. After what they have already seen, most thought that that was the worst of it. Of course, to all of the people who know how tragic American/Canadian history can be, know that the assumption was completely and utterly wrong.

With the twins~~~

Both we're at the door, mentally debating if they should go through to watch anymore. Both were really tired, which only made things worse for the two. Before Alfred reached for the doorknob, a piece of paper fell from the void of a sky. It landed near Matthew, so he grabbed it, and started to read to himself, not before grabbing Alfred's attention to read as well.

Hello, my sons.
You two really are in need for food and rest, as you two have been going at this for a while, and need to take a break. To your right, there is a kitchen, which is already filled with food and bathroom and bedroom.

I am sorry for having to do this, and I can only imagine what this feels to you two, but please know that this will help you two in the future. The nations who have wronged you in the past or present will fix, or at least try to fix, themselves after knowing your reactions to what they did or are doing.

I only want to help you two, but I am not capable of doing so. I am hoping that in this way, I am helping. I am also aware of the pain that this idea will bring, and I apologise for that. I am positive you two will get through this, however, since both of you are incredibly strong and I am extremely proud of you two doing so before.

Remember that, if it is becoming to much to handle, you can always pause, and take a break since I am sure that you will need it.

Goodbye for now, Hehewuti.

After reading, the twins mentally agreed to stop for the time being, and calm themselves, as they started to walk in the direction they were told. In the darkness, a door appeared, and it looked much different by the other doors they were going through. They opened it, and looked around, to see a more comfy place, and both sighed in relief, happy for a difference.

They split up, to go and find everything, and just like in the note, there was a kitchen and bedroom. Matthew went in the direction of the kitchen, and looked around to see all kinds of foods, some for cooking and others for snacks. Alfred went in the direction to the bedroom and bathroom. There were two beds, one had an American flag blanket and the other had the Canadian flag as a blanket, obviously referencing to whose bed is whose.

Alfred smiled softly to himself, and looked around a bit more, to see a dresser, probably for clothes, as he figured it would take a while to finish the memory reviewing. Matthew soon came in the room, and looked around, smiling to himself like Alfred did. "Well, something different from complete darkness, eh?" Matt said with a small laugh afterwards, as Alfred only nodded.

After a few minutes, the Canadian grabbed the southerners hand, dragging said twin to the kitchen and sitting him down at the table. Before he could ask what was happening, he was cutoff. "Like the note said, we need to eat and sleep. So, let's eat, then sleep." Matthew said, starting to cook something, which America quickly figured out it was pancakes, but he didn't really mind.

It was quiet as the food was cooking, as nothing really needed to be said. Once the pancakes were finished cooking, Matthew plated them and set the plate infront of Al, and went to look for some syrup, starting to cook some more for himself. Alfred only had two, and was looking at them cautiously, like they would come alive or something. He slowly grabbed a fork, and started to eat, much slower then he normally would. Matthew looked back at him, and gave a reassuring smile, before turning back to his search.

After a few minutes, Alfred stopped, and only ate one, but the reason wasn't because he disliked them, actually, he really loved Mattie's pancakes! It was a much deeper reason, and it was thanks to a lot of things. At this time, Matthew had found his prize, and plated his pancakes, drowning them completely in the syrup, and started to happily eat. Alfred stood up, picking his plate and utensils up and puting them away, going to the bedroom, falling on his bed, staring at the ceiling tiredly.

He was soon able to drift off to sleep, and when Matthew had finished eating, he went to the bedroom, and over to his bed, sending Alfred a smile, before also falling asleep.

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((Bit more filler cause I felt like it. I just thought that everyone needed a break, also, I've been trying to think of a way Matt can help Alfie during his history cause omigosh American history is suckyyyy. Now, most of history is bad, but good lord American is baddddd. Anyways, please help me! I don't know how to write Matt dealing and helping with Al's history!! UgHhHhHh writings hard!- enough of me, and this is pretty long, so buh byeeeee!))