The Death of the Ash (Hetalia X Reader)

Day 23

"I think I've convinced my dads to scatter Mattie's ashes." Alfred says.

(Y/n) and Alfred are sitting on Matthew's bed and Matthew himself stands a few feet away, bouncing a ball off the wall over and over again. "That's good." He says.

"That's really creepy." Alfred says nodding towards the wall. To him, it looks like the ball is throwing itself off the wall.

"Oh shut up." Matthew growls and turns, throwing the ball at the wall right beside Alfred's. The ball bounces off the wall and smacks Alfred in the head, sending his glasses toppling from his face.

"Ow!" Alfred holds the side of his head and fishes for his glasses on the floor. "What the hell!"

"Sorry, not sorry." Matthew sneers and moves to pick up the ball.

"Damn Mattie... back at it again with your salty ass bullshit." (Y/n) laughs. "Anyway," She turns back to Alfred, who is readjusting his glasses. "Where are you going to scatter them?"

"The ashes?" Alfred peers over at her with wide, blue eyes.

"Yeah." (Y/n) nods. Matthew starts throwing the ball against the wall again, pretending not to be interested.

"The mountains." Alfred says with a nod. "We'll drive up to Banff, pick a mountain, climb it and let his ashes in the wind."

(Y/n) smiles. "That sounds nice."

The ball had stopped bouncing off the wall and now rested in Matthew's hands. He looked like he was going to cry. "Banff?"

"You okay, Mattie?" (Y/n) asks, worried. She stands up and walks over to him, placing a (s/t) hand on his back. He shivers.

"Yeah, fine." He blinks and shakes his head slightly. "Hey do you have my glasses?"

(Y/n) frowns but pulls them out of her pocket. "I always carry them around."

"Here." Matthew holds out his hand for the glasses. (Y/n) puts them in his hand and watches as Matthew walks towards Alfred.

Alfred tenses up as he sees the glasses approach. "What is he doing?" He asked in a shaky voice.

Matthew holds his glasses out to Alfred. "Take them."

"Take them." (Y/n) translates.

"Why..?" Alfred hesitates.

"Well something made you see me," Matthew looks back towards (Y/n). "I was thinking maybe it was my glasses."

"He wants to know if you can see him when you touch his glasses." (Y/n) tells Alfred.

Alfred nods and reaches for the red frames. As soon as his fingers touch the glasses, Matthew dissappear from (Y/n)'s sight. Alfred jumped backwards with a yelp. "Whoa!"

(Y/n) took a step forward, wide-eyed. "He's gone!" She gasps, referring to Matthew.

Alfred glances to where Matthew had just been standing a moment ago. "What are you talking about? He's right there..." Alfred looks down at the red glasses in his hands.

"Hold on." (Y/n) reached over and plucked the glasses from Alfred's hands. Matthew reappeared immediately. "What the..."

Matthew was beaming. "Give them back to Alfred!" He ordered happily.

(Y/n) did as she was told. But instead of handing them over to Alfred completely, she held onto one edge. Alfred smiled as soon as Matthew appeared for him. "Broooo." He grins, rushing forward to hug, taking the glasses with him.

Despite not being able to see Matthew without the glasses, (Y/n) smiles as Alfred reunited with his brother.