Author's Notes: This came about at 4am. I had PruCan in my head and the song Face Down - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus came on my iPod and thus this was created.
Gilbert's red eyes glittered cruelly as he regarded the helpless Canadian at his feet.
Matthew whimpered faintly, tears running down his face, his violet gaze regarding his boyfriend with fear, "Please Gil... Please stop..." one of his eyes was swollen half shut and his lip was split and bleeding. Hidden beneath his clothes were countless other injuries that he always made an effort to hide.
The German albino ignored his pleas, kicking him back violently and spitting in his face, "I told you to shut up. If you don't behave, you know what's coming for you. Now get up you pathetic, worthless pile of shit." He turned away, going into the other room and leaving the Canadian shivering on the cold, hard kitchen floor.
Matthew woke up, barely suppressing a scream by shoving his fist into his mouth. Tears ran down his face from how clear and vivid the dream had been.
He almost screamed again as he realised with a jolt that there was a figure sitting beside his bed, calming down slightly as he recognised the man's deep blue gaze. Matthew started to sob properly, curling up and burying his face into his knees.
"It's okay, Mattie..." Alfred whispered, moving onto the bed and gently wrapping his arms around his sobbing brother. "It's okay... it was just a dream... he's gone... he can't hurt you any more..."
He rocked the younger man until his sobs subsided and the Canadian slowly went back to sleep.
Alfred sighed softly One day, Gilbert Beilschmidt, I will find you. And when I do I'll make you pay a million times over for what you've done to Mattie.
Author's Notes: UPDATE! There is now a sequel to this. "A New Life" which is Mattie writing a diary to try to come to terms with everything