A really short UKxCan one shot for y'all. Hep. :D
Matthew reached his elder's quarters, carrying a tray of tea and biscuits. He didn't bother stopping to knock or greet, it didn't matter anymore. Arthur was embroidering colours of red, white and blue. The unfinished product looked somewhat akin to America's proud flag. He looked away, hastily preparing the Brit's tea.
Arthur didn't bother sparing him even a glance anymore. Eyes always set on dead memories, not even registering Canada's presence. He was and always will, look only at Alfred anyway so it shouldn't bother Matthew that much. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears threatened to escape his firm grasp.
Alfred. Alfred. Alfred. Alfred. Matthew. Matthew? Alfred. Alfred. Alfred. Matthew? Alfred.
Alfred.
Not Matthew. It will never be good little Mattie. He stole a glance at Arthur. Matthew wanted to laugh at that point, of course he didn't notice. What did he expect, really? He allowed the tears to run freely as he stood still holding the cup of tea.
"Alfred, why are you crying?"
Alfred.
Matthew spun around, releasing his hold on the already flying object. His violet eyes crazed with hatred, the hurt and betrayal failed to shine through. The older did not defend himself against the scalding hot liquid. Eyes flashed a shine but faded shortly after.
"It's Matthew. Not Alfred." He growled. The man merely continued in his previous state of action. His face, no, his whole being unwavered.
"It's Matthew. Matthew! Matthew! MATTHEW!" he screamed.
Kneeling down, he held chapped hands. Violet bore into emerald timidly, all negativity present drowned in a swirl beneath.
"Tell me daddy, do you love me?"
Silence.
"Daddy" The teenager placed a hand on where he thought the heart should be.
"Am I in here?" He mouthed the words. He meant to say it straight into green pools but promptly lost the power to do so as soon as he opened his mouth. He knew 'father' was watching. Sad as he may be, he never lost sight. Even as he concentrated at the illusions before his eyes he could still see all that was taking place, but he didn't care. Matthew isn't Alfred, he just looked like Alfred.
Canada averted his gaze to the shattered glass around. What a mess he made, he giggled.
"Well, I better clean things up. I'm sorry for the trouble." Canada said with an apologetic smile as he got on to collect the glass shards.
Arthur watched his colony leave from the corners of his eyes. A smile tugged his lips upwards before he burst into hysteria. Laughing merrily as his nails clawed into where he thought the heart should be.
Matthew sighed as he heard his elder from the kitchen, staring lazily at the blood making its great escape from where the glass cut, like how he should be.
And yet he stayed.
