"Slow down, young man! Matthew, don't cross that street!" Alfred warned. He was watching his blond haired son run down the street to retrieve a red rubber ball. He leaned back in his patio chair.
"Your kid is crazy." (Y/n) laughed.
"Don't remind me." Alfred rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"You know, I still can't get over the fact you had a one night stand and had the result dumped on you." (Y/n) raised an eyebrow.
Alfred smiled at her and stood up. "Well, I'm glad it did happen that way. Matthew is the light of my life."
(Y/n) smiled back and stood up as well. "Well I gotta get on the road." She stretched her arms up above her head. "I promised to help these two guys named Winchester track down some ghosts."
"Good luck. Don't die. I need my friend." Alfred ruffled (Y/n)'s hair. "You know the rules."
"Yeah, yeah." (Y/n) pushed Alfred's hand away, laughing.
"Oh and one more thing," Alfred caught (Y/n)'s shoulder and she began to walk away. (Y/n) turned back with a smile. "Thanks for selling me your house. It really means a lot."
"Of course." She smiled. "Gotta go!" She winked and slipped down the front steps.
"Let me know when you're back in town!" Alfred reminded her.
"Will do!" She threw a thumb up in the air as a sign of acknowledgement. As (Y/n) made her way down the narrow path leading to the driveway, she made a quick detour. "Hey, Mattie." She tapped the trunk of a strong ash tree.
The thing had nearly died during the moth and a half that Matthew had been trapped in limbo. (Y/n) reckoned it was probably like a second countdown clock. But as soon as she had gotten back from Banff after Matthew's ashes were scattered it was completely healthy. The leaves had returned to their natural lush green and the dead branches had all but vanished. Now, Alfred and (Y/n) used the tree to feel close to Matthew. A quick tap or a passing "hello" did the trick.
Alfred had screwed a little plaque into the trunk at eye level in manner of commemorating his brother. He had made it in shop class during the last week of his senior year. He was so proud of it... showed it to (Y/n) with a wide smile and the pride of a new father.
It read:
Matthew Williams
Angel on earth, angel in heaven.
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The Death of the Ash (Hetalia X Reader)
Random(Canada X Reader) A brutal collision between a car and the ash tree in (Y/n)'s front yard resulted in a death of a young man and a few serious injuries on another. Matthew dies and Alfred lives. A few days after the crash, Matthew pays (Y/n) a visit...
