I'm going to write a few lot more chapters of WWIII when I finish this story which won't be long 8D
Like 5 chapters or maybe 6...
Snapped America is amusing :3
Anyways, there's no pairing in specific, I mean there's some RusAme (I guess) fluff and some AmeCan (I guess) fluff and brotherly moments and there's also some FrUk (I guess) implied here and there as well as some France x Jeanne (cause I love them so much) implied as well.
Anyways, fuck I'm saying anyways a lot of times again, but whatevz, this is rated M to not take any chances cuz there's graphic gore, violence, corse language, characters deaths and a few more things but if in your opinion it should be T then I'll change it to that.
I'm babbling a lot so let's just end it there. ENJOY!
How was it so beautiful outside? I don't understand, the most wonderful person in the world is now having his funeral and the sun is beaming brightly, the birds are chirping and flying around happily as if it were a good thing he were dead. Why was the world so full of life in my most dreaded hours?
"Hey Al?"
"Yea bro?"
"What if I disappeared one day?"
"C'mon, don't talk like that Mattie. You're worrying me."
"Haha, sorry."
Why hadn't I noticed? It was so obvious that he needed help, that he needed to be saved. I was the hero, I was the one who was supposed to save him but…I didn't. I let myself be convinced by others that I trusted who told me he would be all right, that he was only going through a faze. They blinded me from the truth, they betrayed me and my Mattie.
"Mattie? Why are you crying?"
"Al…why is it…no one remembers me? Am I that forgettable? Unimportant? Unwanted?"
"Mattie, calm down a minute-"
"I don't get it Al…was it a mistake? Was my being a mistake? Am I better off gone?"
"Don't you dare say things like that! You are not better off gone! You're not a mistake! You're my brother and you belong by my side!"
"Al…"
I hugged him, I tried to calm him down, I tried to make him give life a second chance. How am I standing in front of his grave? How is he gone? He belong with me, he was my brother, my other half. We emerged into this world together and we were supposed to leave it together, he was never supposed to leave before me. How did this happen? Why did this happen?
"Hey…Al?"
"What's up?"
"Dad…why did he leave me? Was I not good to him? Was I horrible son?"
"…Bro, you know dad, he's always busy with work. He sent you here because it would be best for you."
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not."
"I know about the case. Both dad and mom went to court, that's how Arthur got custody over me."
"U-um…look Mattie…I don't know what to say…"
"Can you answer me this, then? Why did Arthur fight for my custody if he pays attention to you, and to you only, when he's home?"
He was neglected by both dad and mom. Arthur never paid attention to him, he actually forgot a few times who he was or why he was here.
"Who are you?"
"I'm your son, Matthew."
"Oh right, sorry. Your father keeps you at home so often and I don't get much news for you that I tend to forget."
"…That's not true. I live here remember?"
"Do you now? I was wondering why you were here…"
How could any parent forget about their child?
"You know, when I used to stay with dad, whenever he'd be home, he'd start drinking some wine. A lot of wine. When he'd get drunk he'd start crying over and over, moaning the name of a woman."
"Wow…what was the woman's name?"
"Jeanne."
"Isn't that his previous wife?"
"It is. You know what else he used to say?"
"No, what?"
"He used to ask why she died and say he'd trade my life to get her back."
Who says that? Even drunk, it's no excuse to say something so cruel. My parents tortured and abused my brother mentally since day one, and I only realised this so recently. What was wrong with me? I tried to console him; I never knew the right words because I never knew the truth. It wasn't fair for him. Why hadn't I notice sooner? I could have saved him. I know I could have.
"He'll be fine."
"He's never complained about anything before, are you sure you're not just making this up?"
Lies! Those were all lies! What I took for statements were complaints, his tears were the very contrasted object of his complaints and his pain. Why couldn't I notice sooner? Why was I blinded so easily?
"Al, who's that scrawny kid next to you?"
"That's my brother you ass."
"Really? It's so hard to believe. You're not messing with me aren't you? That guy's a nobody."
"Hey! Shut the fuck up! Are you done fucking trashing my brother as if he wasn't there and to my face no less!"
"Tsk! Don't yell at me. I'm not the only one who talks about him like that. Everyone who notices him at times does. You have to be honest, he's just like a ghost. A useless, unnecessary thing taking up space."
"Fuck you Gilbert!"
Gilbert. That bastard I thought was my friend, my best friend. How could he? His words stabbed my brother, I know it. His words are responsible, just as much as the mental abuse of my parents, for Mattie's death.
"Fuck!"
I fell to my knees and hugged the tomb stone with my brother's name carved on it. I cried again and cursed everything that was responsible for Mattie's death. Mattie. My Mattie. My brother. My other half. My me.
"I hate them all! How could they do this to you! How could they blind me like that!"
"It's a sad day when no one notices the death of the one we cherish most, da?" Someone stated from behind me.
He had a Russian accent, which lead me to believe that he wasn't from the country.
"What do you want?" I asked slightly annoyed with his presence.
"Nothing really comrade. I stumbled here out of pure coincidence." He admitted walking closer to me. "He was buried hours ago, da?"
I stole a peak.
"How do you know?"
"The dirt is fresh." The Russian pointed out.
I didn't say anything. There was a long moment of silence between the two of us, again the feeling of annoyance returned. Why was he here? He had no business here! Mattie was my brother, not his!
"Look…I appreciate your condolences but I'm not in the mood for conversation at all." I stated in the hopes of having him leave.
"How did he die?" He asked so casually it pissed me off.
"He fucking killed himself!" I snapped. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the images of that day rolled through my mind. "He slit his fucking wrists and hung himself in his room! On the wall, he wrote with his blood that he was sorry but didn't want to fucking love anymore! That's how he fucking died!"
"Do you know why he did it?"
Again. It was casual. Instead of pissing me off even more, it brought me back to the state I was in before. A state of pure despair and depression.
"I only realised it now…" I mumbled. Why was I confessing to him? "My parents abused him mentally and the guy who I considered my best friend stabbed him with his words. The people I trusted most killed him."
The Russian leaned down and cupped my cheek in a way that forced me to look at him. It was the first time I had a good look at his face and although it was seemingly innocent, it scared me a little. It might have been that strange, unnameable look in his purple eyes and the way his lips were gently curved into the smallest and stealthiest of smiles.
"Poor boy. The world you lived in turned against you." He whispered. "And your light, your blood and flesh is now rotting underground. The ones responsible deserve to die as horribly as your brother did."
They did. All three of them. Gilbert, Arthur and Francis. They provoked it, they forced me blind and confused me with an illusion that I thought reality. Death was what scum like them needed.
"Does a hero give up his quest for justice when the person in distress is dead?" He asked erasing a tear with his thumb before removing his gloved hand from my cheek.
No.
A hero doesn't give up just because the one he was trying to save is dead, he doubles his efforts to smash justice down even harder.
"Do what needs to be done."
The Russian walked away, his purple scarf that I had just notice floating behind him gently all though the wind had picked up violently.
"I will." I mumbled to myself as I stood finally letting go of my brother's grave stone. "I was blind but now I see…I will make them pay with their lives."
Maybe I should have mentionned that Al was coating the story...oh well...now you know :D
So this was chapter 1! Chapter 2 and 3 are already done and I'm posting them right now yay! I'm going to start writting chapter 4 when I'm done posting these.
Stay tuned!
Omg I cant believe I said that x
