The Sound of Thunder

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, or the Lyrics of "Heavy In Your Arms"

The rainclouds outside stood present, halted as though time did not pass for them. They grew in depth and tone as the small blond watched. He sat perched, watching with a dazed look in his amethyst hues. Pale lips moved, no noise leaving them as they silently regaled song lyrics. The roar of thunder screamed the threat and promise of the rain to come. Lighting danced its deadly tango from the sky to the ground and back up within that second it breathed life. Finally, three repeats of the silent song later, the sky broke down and cried. It wept and howled. It repeatedly let out hisssssss and rappa-tap-rappa-tap-rap, all before amethyst eyes. The teen simply watched as his window grew silver with the fog and then crystal once more from the wind shifted, cleansing the warm shield from the cool glass.

The silent blond watched as the striped maple tree just beyond the window bent and twisted with the wicked winds of the North. He viewed how the leafed were ripped from the branched, much like a child ripped from his mother. His head tilted to the left just a touch, a ivory hand coming up to fold his hair over his right ear, threading through the knots as the cracking of a branch was all too quickly followed by the crashing of its brief flight. His eyes followed it idly as the branch, torn from not only its children but its own parent cell, traversed the storm ridden yard and much like an arrow to a haystack impregnated the ground. He mused how it looked like it was a new tree all on its own.

Matthew viewed as a non-indigenous river formed a path, cascading into a small waterfall whenever the terrain towered over its neighbour. He found himself speaking the words, the lyrics now, amused mildly of how it fit, it fit to this storm.

"Who is the betrayer?

Who's killer in the crowd,

The one who creeps through corridors,

And doesn't make a sound.

My love's an iron ball.

Wrapped around your ankles,

Over the waterfall."

The rain refused to ease, in fact the soft singing of the blond seemed to anger it even more. It raged and tore. The rainclouds were of the blackest night, in the city, where the lights killed the stars. Not that Matthew could see them any longer, the enraged water droplets came down to quickly and at the right angle nothing could be made out any more in this windy mist of pelting rain.

A tap to his shoulder started Matthew. He quickly turned from the storm and looked to the source. It was just his brother. The smaller blond offered a smile and tilted his head to the window. The taller nodded in agreement before performing a series of motions with his hand.

"Yes, I know. I came to see you well?"

"I am. Thunder makes loud noise?"

"Large amounts of noise."

Matthew offered a small, one breath laugh and turned to the window once more. "Then they sound the same as I remember."

Alfred nodded, though he knew the other didn't see, nor heard his. "Just as."

A/N: the grammar of ASL preformed and how English is properly spoken are drastically different. It's more like a five year old talking, or how Native Americans would talk when learning English from the settlers. Don't message me on how the grammar is messed up there. :I