((Using the names I am most used to.

Matt: 2p!Canada

Louis: 2p!France

Oliver: 2p!England

Allen: 2p!America

Andres: 2p!Spain

Gillen: 2p!Prussia ))

It was another snow day in the family's house and it was so very, very quiet. The loudest people of the house were gone, at a baking contest that Oliver dragged Allen along to. As the T.V. played a comedy movie and it was the only thing to fill the silence, Matt let his mind wander. He didn't mind the quiet, but it definitely took some getting used to.

The Canadian man stood up, his loose blond hair falling down his upper back. He was too lazy to tie it like he usually did. At this point, Matt needed a voice, preferably one he could somewhat deal with. He walked upstairs to Louis's room.

Louis was not the nicest person to talk to, full of sarcasm and habits of ignoring people, but at least he wasn't exactly annoying. Matt went to knock on the Frenchman's door, but stopped for a moment, listening. Dead silence. No radio was on playing some old French war songs, the ones Louis usually had on, even as he slept.

Matt knocked on the door. Still silence. By now, a spark of worry was inside his stomach and he knocked again, thinking Louis could be taking a nap.

"Go away." was the response Matt finally got. Louis's voice was a little shaky, which was noticeable since his voice was usually sharp and emotionless.

"Something wrong?".

"Go. Away." The words were repeated with more force, but still shook. Matt couldn't help but feel worried. He slowly opened the door to a dark, smoke filled room that was dimly lit by a window with closed blinds. Matt coughed. Being a smoker himself, the blond couldn't understand why Louis didn't open the door to let some smoke out. Matt left the door open as he squinted to see Louis's figure on the bed.

"What's wrong old man? The cigarettes finally catching up to your voice?".

Again, he got no response and he saw Louis have his face in his hands as he was sitting up, cigarette in his hand. He didn't smoke it, just let the ashes and sparks fall onto his bed. Of course this was leaving a burn mark, among many others.

Matt flicked on the light switch, standing at the doorway. The room was cold, since no heat could get in and very messy. No, never mind that. It was just a little cluttered. The only thing that was on the floor was photos, so many photos. Pictures of him and Allen when they were kids. Pictures of Oliver cooking and snap shots of Louis with his somewhat okay friends, Andres and Gillen. In every single one with Louis, Matt saw him frowning, emotionless or annoyed.

Finally, a photo stood out, so much so that the Canadian picked it up. Louis was side by side with a woman, and it couldn't even be considered a picture. It was more like a painting, but it was small and frameless. Louis was smiling slightly while the woman beside him held a bible, smiling herself and wore a white dress. She had to be special, but he wasn't sure why. Matt put the painting down carefully, going over to Louis.

He took the cigarette out of his hand and put it out in the dirty ashtray on his nightstand. When Matt got closer, he saw that Louis was shaking, just like his voice. Wow. It sent a mixture of feelings to his head, stomach and chest.

"Louis... Are you okay? Are you sick or something?".

Matt uncovered the Frenchman's face, and what he saw was shocking. Again, Louis was never the nicest person in Matt's life, but he was at least always the most predictable. What Matt saw was everything but predictable. Tears were going down Louis's face as he looked at his lap, closing his eyes.

There was moment of shock for Matt and he stared, not sure what to do. Louis. Crying. It never seemed like those two words could ever go in the same sentence. Finally the Canadian went beside Louis on the bed, putting his arms around him. It was a weak, one sided hug, the tears going on Matt's shoulder. After a few moments passed Louis spoke "Let go of me.".

Matt ignored it, asking "What happened? What's wrong?".

Louis gave in, finally saying "...I miss her. And I am sorry.".

The blond figured who this her was, a human Louis had loved a long time ago. Oliver had told him before, when he was looking like he was 14 but Matt couldn't remember her name.

"... Why are you sorry?".

"Im weak... I let one thing worsen me and now I cant change it. I'm sorry....".

Matt didn't understand but he hugged Louis a bit tighter, even though he wasnt used to the feeling "Everyone makes mistakes."