Matthew Williams
His hair was longer than before. His hair got long enough that his cow lick was drooping, the shining stars in his eyes weren't there anymore. He lost all of his confidence.
"Mattie! Why doesn't anybody love me?" He sobbed, choking on his words.
"I bet it's just they don't know how to love." I whispered sweetly while petting his head. I knew that they know how to love, but that was all I could think of to make him feel better.
'Yeah, his hair is longer… He's even lighter than before too.'
That thought went through my mind several times. I know I should treat him to something, but what.
"Mattie, do you know how to love?" His started to sound childish.
"of course" I say, still petting his head. This is becoming relaxing, I feel like I'm petting a cat.
"You're lying."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
'Quick change the subject!"
"You know, your English has gotten better, Iggy's been helping you out, eh?" I joked. But probably wasn't the best idea.
He went silent after mentioning Arthur's name. The silence was long and awkward, too awkward.
"Yah know you still didn't answer my question... Broha."
"What was it again?"
I asked as if I had no clue, but of course I knew. I knew not how to love at all…
"Wait a second, I did!"
"Well it wasn't a good enough answer."
"How is "of course" not a good enough answer?!"
"I don't believe you."
His body shifted around on my legs, he moved slowly but not so gently. I'm starting to think he's doing it on purpose, I'm beginning to get tired of this. Is he trying to manipulate me?
"What are you doing America?"
"Oh? Being formal are we? well mister Canada-"
"America stop this, tell me what's wrong besides you and Mr. breaking up."
His face was facing me. But he averted his eyes to the left trying to avoid eye contact, 'he's pouting. What a child.' I laughed at him. It's been a while since I last saw him pout like that, I think we were kids, when Arthur told him he couldn't have a shot gun. His eyes moved swiftly.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"Yes, but only because you're pouting, and it's aboot nothing."
"pfft."
He went silent quickly again.
"When will you answer my question?
"About me knowing how to love?"
"Yeah."
I kept quiet, I don't want to answer that question. If I do answer him he'll make fun of me. I know it.
"No, not really." I muttered. The words slipped out of my mouth, I never wanted to say that!
"I guess that's why were like brothers, huh?"
"What do you mean? We're nothing alike!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, as I stood up quickly.
Shortly after I stood up, I realized that Alfred was on the ground, rubbing his head.
"I'm sorry Alfred!"
"It's alright, but how are we not alike?" he groaned.
There are so many ways we aren't alike! He's loud, rude, obnoxious, easily influenced by action movies, he's a havoc!
Hi?! If you enjoyed this please do tell me. I'd like to update this soon as well, It may not make any sense at the moment but I'm going to try and fix that. And I'll try to make it longer. I'm going to change the pov every time. So this chapter was as you can tell Matthew's (Canada). But please tell me how I did so I can improve! :p :)