"Yo Mat," Mathew blinked turning to his brother and frowned seeing him covered in new wounds and bruises. "What did you do this time Alfred?" He laughed rubbing the back of neck. "W-Well you see, they we're saying bad stuff about Arthur and I just- you know what I mean."Mathew shook his head getting up out of his chair taking his brother's hand. "You need to stop getting in fights Alfred, its not heath and i'm not going to be here every time you need someone to patch you up"
"Sorry Mat," He laughed. "I'll try,"
"Don't try, Just do."
"Fine, fine!" Alfred laughed sitting down on the counter. Mathew pulled out the medical kit and started to wrap his wound not looking Alfred in the face. "Did I do somethin'"
"No," Mathew Looked up at him smiling. "Just concentrating." He continued to work on caring for his brother until Alfred's phone rang and the blond fished it out of his pocket. "Ah sweet! Arthur want to see if I want to come over." He hopped off the counter laughing as he ran out of the bathroom. "W-Wait Al I'm not done with-" The door slammed shut and Mathew sighed. Hot tears started to fall from his eyes and he fell to the floor holing himself. "I h-hate you Al, I hate the way you make me feel, I hate the fact you love him more than me, and I hate the fact that we're brothers,"
"I love you Al, more than I should."