So I wrote this a while ago, but never really took the time to put it up. Sorry if its crap, I like wrote it in like 5 minutes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Superman (It's not easy). Five for Fighting does. And Hetalia is not mine...but if it was, oh hon hon hon hon.

Tears stream down his face, as he stood in front of his grave. "H-Hey Matt," he choked out, "We won...the war has been won...but you're not here anymore. But God, I wish you were. I miss you bro, always will. W-Well, I guess I'll see you again someday...love ya..."
Placing down a single red rose that stood out among the white ones laying underneath it, he stepped back, his face passive. He stood there immobile, long after the ceremony was over.

He laid there in his bed, unable to fall asleep. Getting up, he grabbed his guitar and sat down at the window sill, not noticing the sound of his front door opening.

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me

I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy to be me

Tears were once again streaming from his eye, his voice starting to crack up.

I wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
'Bout a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd but don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed but won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
And it's not easy to be me

Up up and away away from me
Well it's all right
You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy or anything

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me

Inside of me, inside of me, yeah
Inside of me, inside of me

I'm only a man in a funny red sheet
I'm only a man looking for a dream
I'm only a man in a funny red sheet
And it's not easy, it's not easy to be me

The last chord faded away, his resolved crumbled as he broke down and sobbed. Suddenly he was pulled into a hug. Not caring to see who it was, he buried his head into the crock of the familiar wool vest. "I-I miss him..." he choked out, "I miss him so much...why did he have to die? I'm the hero, yet I still couldn't save him...dammit Arthur, why? I-It's not fair, he shouldn't have died...those bombs were for me...I w-was the one who should've died..."
"Alfred...don't say stuff like that. He sacrificed his life for you, so don't waste it."
"I loved him..."
"I know...we all did..."
Pulling out of Arthur's embrace, Alfred leaned back against the wall, and looked out the window at the moon high in the sky.
"M-Matthew Williams...I love you..." he whispered as one last tear slipped down his cheek, disappearing into the collar of his shirt.

"I love you too Al."