He turned on the radio as he found main street, continuing down it and looking at the signs for the street name Alfred said to turn on. It had been a while since he had gone to his house, so, he forgot where it was.
Alfred's morning had started off like usual. He refused to move from his bed for an hour or so, being to lazy. Then he stumbled around lazily brushing his teeth, showering. Moving down the steps. He'd been surprised by a box of cookies though on the counter. Oh how happy he was, so he sat right down and pigged out on them. As he did he began to get his energy. But not because of the cookies really, they kinda tasted funny actually. But that was beside the point. As he emptied the box his stomach became filled. He stood up with his hero pose " The party, that's right!" And away he went,...to sit on the couch and play some video games like normal.
He was playing Assassins Creed, but he really wasn't following the story line to much. He was just running around stabbing innocents and guards from behind. "DIE BITCH! That's right, I ran into you while you were carrin' that jar, you dropped it! YOU ARE A CRIMINAL THE HERO MUST EXTERMINATE THE EVIL!" He shouted killing the poor girl as she tried to run. He may have been the hero, but he was sadistic in gamer mode, i guess you could say. "Whatchu gonna do guard huh, wave you little toy at me. I gots me some ninja skills bitches SO FUCK YOuuull~-" His shouting gurgled and became low as something built up in his throat and he suddenly began to cough.
He gasped as some black liquid dripped out of his mouth and onto his hand. "Eww..." He stared at it for a moment, then lifted his other hand up and played with it for a second" That looks so wrong." He made a disgusted face before wiping it off on his shirt and standing up. He grabbed a pen and some paper and began to scribble on it - Gone to the doc's don't eat anything before i get back, Just sit in the living room. ...alrighty...peace bitches, Hero out!- he then grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. Stepping out side he taped the not to the door and moved to his car. The blond climbed in then started it and sped off down the street.
Canada sighed as he reached the house, shortly after Alfred had left out of the drive way. He hadn't seen him go, nor noticed the car that passed. He was more focused on what was playing on the radio. Some stupid American music. He listened to it at home too, because he had everything America did. No wonder people mistook him all the time, it was annoying. He was starting to lose his Canadian identity.. He should stop letting people into his country.
He pulled up to the house, sighing as he turned the car off, looking up at the place. He got out with a sigh, locking the car, not trusting the American's around, he saw the movies.
After a moment he stepped into the house, not seeing the note on the door and he looked around, frowning. "Anyone here?" He asked, then shrugged slightly and stepped into the kitchen. Might as well get something to eat right? He glanced around, spotting the cookies on the counter and he smiled. "Ohh!" He perked up, picking up the box though noticed it was empty and sighed. "Figures."
The blond came to a skidding stop on the curb, literally parking on top of it. He opened the car stumbling out his face red and sweat dripping down it. He pulled on his shirt " S-sho hot." he mumbled looking up. He made his way into the hospital and stepped up to the front desk "Um, hello miss. I." He coughed a little. "I am here... Because ish was coughing up shum black stuff." He coughed everything starting become dizzy. He suddenly collapsed onto the floor holding his stomach as pain began to pulse through his body from it. The lady at the front desk immediately calling for some one to get him to a room ASAP.
The next thing the bond knew he was opening his eyes to a doctor staring at him and asking if he was alright. That he had had a fever but they managed to bring it down. The doctor also started going on about him seeming to have eaten something he shouldn't have and that they would need to watch him and most likely pump his stomach. Alfred frown. "W-what...all i did was eat cookies though." He frowned the man shrugged and put the chart at the end of the bed and left not saying anything as he went. Alfred frowned and went to get up, but suddenly became dizzy. "Ugh...I'll just rest her for a few minutes...i guess." He mumbled setting his head back and closed his eyes.
Back at the house, Canada jumped as he heard someone walk in. "America? You ate all the bloody cookies!" England frowned, then shrugged. "Were they good?" He asked, stepping forward, blinking as he watched the blond shake and grip tightly onto the package. "T-tch.."
"America? You okay?"
Canada shook a little, turning and glared at the other. "Fuck you!" He snapped. "I'm Canada, how stupid are you! I'm still under your damn queen! How the hell could you mistake me for that idiot!" He snapped, shoving the other over as he stormed out of the house. He had it, he really did. He was going to find America and make sure that no one would be able to mistake them again.
He slammed the door shut, blinking when he saw the note and he ripped it off, glaring a little. At least he knew where he was. Bastard. He stepped over toward the car after pocketing the note, starting it up and sped down the street toward the hospital. It wasn't far, so it only took him 10 minutes to get there and park. He could see the others car parked up front, so he knew he was there. "Nn.." He gritted his teeth, getting out of his car and rushed toward the doors, making his way quickly to the receptionist and gave her a sweet smile. "I'm here to see Alfred Jones?" He asked, being as calm as he could be. He was a good actor when he was upset, being polite on the outside and wanting to murder on the inside.
The receptionist smiled and gave him the number to the room, and Canada gave a thanks and started down the hall. "I'm going to fucking kill him.." He growled, blinking when he saw the room and he opened the door, putting on a smile as he shut it. "I saw your note Alfred, came to see if I can help." He whispered with a warm smile on his face, stepping lightly over to the other on the side of the bed. "I hate seeing you like this." He whispered, pushing a hand through the others hair. "It breaks my heart.." He frowned, hoping not to come off as creepy. He didn't want the other to shout for help until he was sure that he wouldn't get any.
The blond snoozed for a few minutes before the door opening and his brothers voice came drifting into his ears. He opened his eyes a little and stared at Matthew. He followed the other as they spoke and moved towards him. "Oh? Hey dude, that's cool." He looked away rubbing his stomach. He still felt kinda queasy. "But I'll be alright, just gotta...what is that...with the pumping?" He asked looking at his brother as the other ran a hand through his hair. Strange, Matthew must have had some happy times this morning. Alfred grinned a little. "You look pretty happy today,..." He paused. "Someone finally remember who you are?" He laughed only joking with the other, he knew how angry the man got about it sometimes. But he knew the other would be okay with him making a little joke. "I think Iggy made those cookies though, tasted like shit." He stuck out his tongue and looked back at the other. He was glade someone cared enough to come at least. Even if it was kind of stupid in the end, seeing as he planned to leave as soon as possible.
Canada snickered at the others joke, looking around the room and stepped back from the other. "Hm. Funny." He muttered under his breath, wanting to rip the hair out of his head, though he held back for the time being. "Hehee." He smiled a little, looking to the side, his hair falling a little over his eyes. "Ahahaa!" He doubled over, laughing to himself, though his voice cracked with how loud it was getting.
He stood up straight, a hand on his forehead. "Heh!" He pushed it back, his eyes a little dark as he looked down at the other. "So, you need your stomach pumped cause you ate crap cookies?" He asked, snickering as he moved over, wheeling along a little tray of doctor tools to the side of the bed. He moved over, smiling as he crawled over top of him and sat on his hips, grabbing the gloves. "You're so funny Alfred, you are.." He whispered, giggling a little to himself as he pulled a glove on, pulling it tight with his teeth and let it snap to his wrist, doing the same with the other. "Cute too, too bad." He muttered, his smile dropping as he grabbed Texas off the others face and tossed them across the room, hearing the glass in them crunch.
"I'll help you get better, your doctors don't know anything about medicine, I don't want to see you in here for hours waiting for them.." He whispered softly, grabbing a scalpel and started to cut into his shirt, being careful not to touch the skin just yet. "Hold still for a minute, I'll make you feel better." He whispered softly, smiling as he ripped his shirt off and tossed it. He ran the tip of the blade down the others neck, dragging it to his chest before he started to dig it into his skin, ripping it down until he reached his pants. "Hehe! Oh wow, you're such a bleeder, that's so funny!" He snickered, running his finger down the fresh wound, digging it in and started to pull the muscles apart so he could see the organs and such under neath. "Don't you dare fucking move, I wouldn't want to cut something up that might kill you." He muttered holding the knife dangerously close to the others beating heart, giggling.
The American stared at his brother as he burst into laughter at his joke. "Wasn't that funny..." He mumbled with a raised eyebrow staring confused at the other. Something was off about the other, maybe he was high? Yeah, Alfred continued to watch the other and listen till his glasses were removed. "H-hey dude, what the fuck! I need those!" He narrowed his eyes hearing them crunch as they were tossed away and landed on the floor. He wondered what had just happened in Texas from that little incident. He stared up at his brother. "This isn't cool, get the fuck off right now. Or i swear to god i will, what are you doing with that?"
His eyes widened at the scalpel and he tried to move way but was stopped by the weight of the other on top of him. "Err!" He blinked watching his shirt get cut off and then tossed. Alfred gulped looking up at his brother. "Don't you wanna buy me a drink first?" He asked his voice sounding a bit panicked as he grinned a little, crookedly. He shifted his head away from the other as they traced the blade down his skin. "M-Matt-" He was cut off as a sicking sound filled his ears. His eyes shrinking down and he turned his face staring at his brother. His skin becoming paler. He gasped hearing the muscles being ripped apart as his chest was opened and dug into.
The sound of what could be mistaken for someone digging into a pumpkin and digging around on the inside of it could be heard. Alfred coughed a bit more laying back on the bed and looked towards the opening in his chest seeing his own heart he felt sick his organs twitching at the touch of air. "Gahh.." the blond winced clenching his hands into loose fists. His mind was trying to process what was going on still. But right now he was starting to feel just confusion as he began to feel panic wash over him.
"Buy you a drink..?" He asked, frowning, then laughed. "Like you deserve one, wouldn't you rather feel all this precious pain?" He asked, looking down, giggling as he noticed the full stomach. "Hm." He shrugged, reaching in and pulled it out, not cutting it from the other organs. He didn't want him to die right there, oh no, that was too quick. He simply put it aside on the tray, smiling.
He turned his eyes back up and looked at him, tilting his head a little to the side. "I've never seen you look so scared before, that's kinda cute." He muttered, tilting his head to the side as he wrapped his fingers around one of the others ribs, and with one move of his wrist, he snapped it, accidentally puncturing his lung, causing it to deflate. "Good thing you have two of those, hehe~" He said, looking at the rib as he pulled it out, hearing it snap once again as he pulled it all the way out. "Your bones are much softer than I thought they'd be, you'd make a crappy superhero." He mumbled, looking down at the others wrists, smiling. He looked like he was trying to keep his pain in and not show how much it was hurting. He would fix that.
Matt reached down, grabbing his wrist hard and stabbed the splintered rib bone through his skin between the two bones in the others forearm, cutting off the tendons and nerve endings that lay between them. "Oh, looks like it hurt~" He cooed with a giggle, shrugging his shoulder as he looked back down, surprisingly not a lot of blood had been shed, it was a good thing, but he wanted to make him bleed a little more.
He gave a warm smile. "Do you hate me for this, Al?" He asked softly. "What about the others, do you think they would hate me too for doing this to the US." He asked, running his finger down the others torso. "To all.. 50 states, do you think they would care if I hurt you? I don't think so, maybe they would think it was suicide? Not like they can tell the difference between us." He growled, digging his nails into his side. "Oh don't worry, I can easily take your place, I bet they all want that, they wouldn't even notice. I'd just have to put on a few pounds and be a fat ass and pretend like I'm so good at saving lives!" He laughed at this. "Maybe be an arrogant ass and find myself a brother that I can-... Oh, you can take my place when I'm done with you." He said, he was thinking out loud, now, not his fault, he had no control over that anymore. "You can be the one no one cares about for the rest of your life, deal with everything I did, be invisible." He whispered, smiling as he picked up the scalpel and leaned forward. "Too bad, you had a good run when you pretended like you cared." He growled, breaking a few more ribs, just so he could open him up further and mess with him a little more..
Alfred bit his lip as the other tortured him. Breaking his rib, Alfred bit his lip harder. Why was his brother doing this to him. He hadn't done anything to deserve, had he? Alfred winced as his brother continued with the torture. Refusing to let the other see his pain. "F-fuck you..." He said to the others words and nothing more narrowing his eyes. His voice angry. He kept like this till the other stabbed the rib bone through his arm. His eyes widening and he let out a shout gripping onto the bed. His head tilting back, face contorting in a bit more pain. Before suddenly he stopped wincing the pain seeming to face from his arm, blood though still poured from it dripping from it onto the floor. Alfred panted as the other continued. He winced at the other words. Matthew had lost his mind! "Y-you insane...nob-nobody will N-notice you still." He gulped staring at his brothers hands and gasping in pain.
Matt laughed at him, knowing he was keeping all his pain to himself, though that's not what he wanted. He wanted to hear him scream and beg for him to stop. Even if he did, he wasn't sure if he would. He lost it, there was no turning back now, either. He grinned happily as the other screamed, looking down at the arm. "Hm." He reached out, touching his fingers, not seeing them twitch or anything. "Heh, can't feel that can you?" He asked. "Probably won't be able to use that hand again, either. Too bad for you, eh?"
He shrugged that off, letting the others hand be and looked down into the others chest, watching his heart pound. That was so pretty looking, he wanted to rip it out now, but he didn't feel like killing him.
Matthew growled a little as the other spoke, balling a fist and landed his hardest punch to the others jaw. "Shut the hell up! Like you know anything!" He snapped. "They will never know me as Canada, but they will notice me as you!" He growled, shaking his head as he clawed a little at the others intestines, gripping onto one and pulled it out. He spat on him, glaring. "You deserve everything that's coming to you!" He said, sitting back a little and reached into his pocket, pulling out a package of cigarettes and brought one to his lips, lighting up and took a long drag, blowing the smoke out, right into the others face, the smell of nicotine and weed in the air. He flicked the ashes into the others open chest, smiling lightly as he took another drag, the end of the smoke lighting up red and he pushed it against the others cheek, grinding it and hearing his skin sizzle.
The blonds head shot to the side as he was punched. His jaw cracking a little from the force of it. Alfred coughed and spit some blood onto the floor. He then turned looking back to his brother as the other spoke. He narrowed his eyes, what he he done to deserve this? Especially to Matthew, hadn't the other already gotten their revenge for shit he'd done that was this bad. Alfred winced, his teeth clenching as he let out another pained noise. His intestine being grabbed hurt like hell he arched his back slightly blood splashing onto the white sheets as the other tore into his chest.
Alfred stared weakly to his brother, bags forming under his eyes, dark on his now pale face. He watched the other sprinkle ashes onto his open chest and gulped they hurt a little but nothing more. The American though did react to the other bring the cigarette close to his face. He titled his head away. "G-get away!..." He pleaded before feeling his cheek burning. He clenched his mouth shut tears forming in his eyes as he smelt the skin.
"Ahaha! Scared of a little burn?" He asked with a smirk, laughing lightly to himself as he ground the cigarette into his skin a little further, though it was put out in a matter of moments. He pulled it back, looking at the night black burn mark and ran a nail over it. "Oh, looks like it hurts.." He whispered with a giggle, lighting up again and took a long drag, blowing the smoke out.
He leaned forward, grabbing the others jaw tightly and forced him to look at him. "Let's see those pretty blue eyes of yours.." He whispered with a grin, giggling as he noticed the tears. "Crying now? HA! Good, I love to see hero's cry like the little bitches they are." He growled, forcing the others right eye open with two fingers and brought the cigarette closer with a smile. "This will hurt, just a fair warning." He muttered softly, moving it slowly closer, just to give the other a panic attack before he pressed the burning ashes into the others eye, watching the fluid sizzle and burn. "Tsss looks painful, oh well." He shrugged, giggling as he left the cigarette there and let his head go, sitting back with a smile.
Blue eyes met the others as his head was forced to turn. He gulped at the others word tears flowing now. He didn't want to cry, but come on. His brother was insane and fucking trying to kill him. The American gulped at the other as they held his eye open. "Don't Mattie...don't do this." He said staring into his brothers eyes, trying to find any ounce of sanity left in the man. But couldn't at all. The blond watched as the cigarette was moved closer before being stabbed into his eye. "AAAHHHHH!" He thrashed tossing his head to the side twitching in pain. His shouts of pain an agony from this filling the room. He throw out his arm smashing it into his brothers face as he suddenly tossed onto his side wincing and crying out even louder as more pain struck him. "AAHHH!" He continued to cry out gripping onto the bed tightly blood spilling onto the floor and spearing all over his body.
Canada laughed loudly at the others screams, sitting back away from him and watched him as he finally let all that pain show. It gave him great pleasure to see him crying and screaming in pain like that, it really did. He wasn't expecting the other to hit him, though, and he fell back off of the bed and landed on the floor. He coughed, the air being knocked out of him and he sat up, glaring. "You fucking ass!" He snapped, getting to his feet and grabbed a fist full of the others hair, yanking him back and pulled the cigarette from his eye, tossing it. He glared down at him. "How's it feel, HUH!" He snapped, slamming his head into the bed. "I go through all this EVERY FUCKING DAY BECAUSE OF YOU!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking as tears started to pour from his own eyes.
He let the other go, shoving him a little and pulled off the gloves from his hands, pressing the nurse help button that rest at the side of his brothers bed and glared. "Fuck you!" He shouted, stepping back from him and watched the nurses and such come rushing in, not noticing him standing there. He simply watched, wiping the tears from his eyes and stepped toward the door, not wanting to get in the way. He did what he was going to do, he'd let the doctors take care of him and such now.. He didn't want to kill his brother.. Not yet, anyway. He'd let him live with all his mistakes and his broken body. He should have broken his legs too, but whatever. He was done right now, and he was going to go home. No one would know it was him, either, like they would believe Alfred when he was pointing to nothing but thin air and shouting that "He did this to me!" and stuff. They would think he was the crazy one.
Yep, that's how it would always play out. "Have fun healing Alfred, I'll be back for you at some other time." He said softly from the door, giving a sweet smile as he stepped out and down the hall.