Staring at the small, white test in his hands, Matthew couldn't help but turn slightly pale at the plus mark. What would he tell Alfred? The hyper country didn't seem like he would slow down enough to help with a baby, or to stay with Matthew through the whole thing. But, Matthew knew that Alfred would; They had been going out for 2 years now! It was time that they'd advance their relationship, -maybe a baby wasn't the thing to do so- and Matthew felt that they both were ready. This would work. Right?

Then, right on cue, Alfred came through the front door. "Perfect! Alfred even said that one day he'd want a kid, and he seems calm enough to tell him now!" Matthew thought as he walked downstairs to greet his boyfriend. "Hey Al! Back I see?" They had even been living at Matthew's house for a few months; This would work! "Hey Matty. Can I talk to you?" For some reason Alfred wasn't bouncing around the place and actually seemed rather calm for once. This worried Matthew slightly, but, since he was like this, just as he thought before, it would be easier to tell him. "Sure; I have something to tell you too, but you can go first." Matthew, with a big small, looked Alfred in his blue eyes.

Alfred breathed in. "I don't think that this is working anymore." The small vanished as soon as Alfred had said ""I don't think"" "W-What? Why..." Alfred sighed as if he had already thought the whole thing out. "It feels like we're drifting apart, and I think I'm losing feelings for you." Matthew started to grip his own hands and fidget, he could feel himself going pale, about to break out into tears or in a fit of absolute rage. His face, as if on cue, turned a shade of red, but not of blush; Matthew felt like choking him!

"What do you mean by that? After all we've done together? Why-" Matthew then stopped himself mid sentence and looked down. Alfred looked down as well, then went upstairs to pack. Matthew covered his face with both hands and started to silent cry. What had he done to cause this? Was he really so boring and so worthless that he could be tossed aside like he had no feelings? "I can't tell him now! God, God, God! W-What do I do? No, stop crying! That's what he wants! He wants me to cry! I...I...NO STOP IT!" Quickly wiping his face and tears he straighted himself out before Alfred had come back downstairs with his stuff.

"I guess I'll be going now..." Alfred was acting like he hadn't even said anything to Matthew just minutes before. Swallowing the air while taking a deep breath, Matthew tried to act nonchalant about the whole thing. "Yeah. It wasn't working anyway. So, see ya." Flashing a final smile at the Canadian Alfred left through the front door and drove off. Waiting until he heard the car drive off Matthew then started to let his feelings lose.

"GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKER! WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO NOW? FUCK HIM! JUST FUCK HIM! "I DON'T THINK THIS IS WORKING ANYMORE" MY ASS! GO TO HELL!" Matthew threw a pillow at the wall, knocking a picture down as well. Matthew stormed around the house, walking in circles here and there, walking up stairs then going back down, he had to just walk off his rage in a nonharmful way, though he occasionaly kicked a nearby object here and there. After calming down he called Arthur; He would know what to do. He should at least.

" 'Ello? Arthur Kirkland speaking." "Hey Arthur. Um, c-can I talk to you about somethi-" "Hey Arthuuuur, where do I put my clothes?" His eye twitching, Matthew gritted his teeth as he heard a voice that he'd know for centuries. "I see how it is. Never mind!" Matthew hung up and threw the phone. He started pacing again while running his hands through his wavy blond hair, breathing heavily. "He left me for Arthur? Arthur? What does he have that I don't? What's going on? What did I do? Arthur? Arthur? W-What- Why- When- Arthur?" Then, Matthew felt like he was going to barf; He ran to the sink and made it just in time. That's when he remembered what he was wanting to tell his boyfriend- No, his ex. Matthew sighed back a tear and went upstairs to their- his, bedroom, wanting to just sleep the whole thing off.

"Maybe I'm just dreaming...This all happened so fast, it's just a dream. A very realistic, painful, kick-in-the-ass dream that will go away," he went under the covers and curled up on his side, "I'll wake up next to Alfred, he'll wrap his arm around me, and I'll smile. He'll smile at me and I'll smile back, he'll say "Good morning" and he'll kiss me...go take a shower...meet me in the kitchen. I'll make breakfast, then we'll go out and...and..." Matthew curled into the soft pillow -a red one that him and Alfred picked out just the other day- and closed his eyes, pulling the matching, but somewhat darker blanket up past his mouth, unable to even talk to himself at the moment. Wanting sleep yet not tired the Canadian had laid there before he fell asleep.

Waking up was something he didn't want to do. A world meeting was something he didn't need. But he had to go. Then at meant that he had to see him. He pulled his clothes on, grabbed his keys, and left to go to the dreaded building.

Matthew slowly walked into the meeting room even quieter then usually. Sitting down, he just stared ahead blankly, wanting to block out anything and everything said to him.