So this little plot bunny hopped onto me bed at about 3:30 am, it woke me up and everything~! ; A;

Warnings:

Swearing, disturbed nations, angry Brits, some blood and human/nation names used

Rated for future chapters. :3

He stood there, rain soaking down his blond wavy hair expect that one strand, that not even the a rock would be able to hold down. The young man panted softly; his dark purple orbs stared down, meeting dull blue ones. "You burnt down York for Christ sakes!" The standing blond screamed loudly, which could be understandable for some; but this boy. No; he hardly ever spoke anything above a whisper, he was always kind, and silent… Well; almost always.

The other young man stayed down in the mud, staring up at the one he once called his brother, long before this war, back when they still lived with that British bastard, this was all his fault. "You chose him over me…" he trailed off for a moment before he glared up at the other. "You chose the man that hardly even saw you, or remembered you over me!" Now he too was shouting; he looked almost pained, "You could have picked me, and we both would have been free from him!" He said as he went to pull himself up once more only to be met with a hard kick to his back causing him to fall back down into the filth.

"You burnt down York, because I stayed loyal to Arthur, unlike you? You've always been an ungrateful brat, America!" Once again the boot came down on his back, only this time the young man was laughing; his face twisted up into something from a nightmare as he bent down next to the man. "You won that war out of sheer dumb luck." He said as he pushed his brothers head down into the mud holding it there. "After everything Arthur had done for you… After all the love he showed you.. You'd be nothing if it wasn't for him!" He said pulling the other head up, hearing him gasp for the air he needed. "And then you go and declare war on him, even though you know what is going on over there right now…"

"M-Matthew.." The other panted softly as he wiped his face; "You lost all right to call me by that name the moment you left Arthur and I!" the other screamed before he bent over and grabbed onto his musket, aiming it at the others head. "Canada, is the only thing you can call me, you bastard." The American flinched slightly, he was still finding it hard to believe that this mad man was the same person he knew and loved back then, the one that was so shy, kind, sweet. "What did England do to you…?" Canada tilted his head slightly and laughed, loudly. "He's done a lot to me; this however is no result of it. No; America" He spat his nation name out like it was poison. "This side has always been here, ever since that French bastard gave me up so easily to Arthur. I just kept it hidden away, I normally hate war, normally hate hurting people…" He chuckled darkly before walked over to the other, and hit the handle over his head hard enough to draw blood. "But this side of me loves it; the cries and pleas that are sobbed out for mercy. I thrive on it!"

America's eyes widened he watched him, he winced slightly as he head began to throb from getting hit. Was this really what he was like, on some deeper level was this the real Matthew? He closed his left eye as blood began to run down over it, his right eye focused on what Matthew was doing. "I guess I should repay you for that lovely scar I now have…" he cocked an eye brow as he watched the Canadian walk over and grab onto an abandoned oil lamp. His eyes widened once more as he tried to scramble to his feet. "Matthew don't!" The other screamed out as he slipped back down into the mud, missing the smirk that was shot his way. "Why not? After all you did it to me.." With those words he watched as the lamp was thrown into the window of his Whitehouse. It didn't take long for the fire to spread, soon the entire building was ablaze.

Matthew turned back to the scum as he heard a scream, the smell of burning flesh was soon to follow. "Oh America. How I wish I could do more to you, but I think England would be upset if I were to just destroy you."

Bright blue eyes snapped open as he looked around, there was no rain, no fire, no Matthew. With a sigh he brought his hand up to his shoulder, his fingers ran slowly over the large pink scar. His capital may have been rebuilt since that night so long ago, but the scar always looked as if it had just happened. Reaching over he grabbed Texas off his nightstand and placed it back on his face, everything was clearer now.

"I've been having dreams of that night more often lately…" He sighed and shook his head before looked at his clock and jumping out of his bed. "Ah fuck! I am going to late!" He shouted before rushing off to get read of the meeting.

"It's about time you got here you bloody git!" A thick British accent snapped the American from his thoughts, (yes now and then he does think.) the American forced a smile on his face, "Iggy, if you missed me you should have just said so, instead of calling me a gic!" Arthur scowled at the other, "I said 'git', not 'gic' you bloody idiot. Now come on, before Germany starts the meeting with out us." Arthur said before turning around only to have his arm grabbed on to. "Listen here, Alfred…" He trailed off as he seen Alfred staring away from him, his normal cheeriness gone, his deep jade eyes moved to see what he was staring at. He blinked as he saw Russia talking to himself, well he knew the man was crazy, but talking to himself now. He blinked again to see that Matthew was standing in front of him, he was about to say something before the America spoke first. "Arthur… Do you think Matthew is up to something these days?"

Arthur just stood there not saying anything for a moment, sure the lad has been acting a little oddly lately, but he had put it up to the state of the world right now. "Alfred, I'm not sure I know what you mean." just then Alfred turned and looked at Arthur, a serious expression plastered over his face. "Lately he's been getting closer with Russia, I even heard that North Korea had spoken with him." Arthur blinked before he frowned, "Alfred are you implying that Matthew is." He was cut off as Alfred smiled again, "Nevermind Iggy! Let's go, Germany is probably pissed since the hero isn't there right now!" And like that Alfred pulled Arthur away, Arthur glanced back at his former colony, as was currently walking toward the building, with a looming Russian following behind. Whatever was going on Arthur planned on finding out.

What do you think? Should I continue this or not?

I also tired to be pretty historically correct, but if something is wrong, please let me know. :3

Um, please review, even if it's just a coma; just so I know what people are interested in it.

Or I'll send psycho!Canada after you! D: