Matthew, Alfred, Francis, and Arthur sat on the green, rough grass, that's flowing smoothly against the flowing air. Matthew hugged close a white fluffy polar bear, mumbling incoherent words underneath his breath. The quiet atmosphere was then interrupted by an obnoxious laugh from Alfred, whom slinged their arm around the Canadian's shoulders. "Yo Matt! You should speak up a bit more!", he tried persuading his younger brother.
Little did he know, behind that innocent look on Matthew's face was a raging, jealous and an annoyed look that plastered around it. His heart felt hatred build up for humanity at this point, therefore, he wanted - no, has a burning desire to harshly throw Alfred's arms away from him. Humanity has treated Matthew hard that his patience was broken once someone crossed the line. Despite his train of threat-worthy thoughts, he stopped himself to throw Alfred's arm away, and instead, unconciously glared at him as his hands gripped Kumajiro's stomache. "Dude? 'You alright?", Alfred asked, concerned as he took his arm away. Matthew realized his glaring and softened his now-called stare.
"I'm alright...", he replied hastily. "Woah dude, you seem mad about something!"
At this point, Matthew easily got annoyed, completely forgetting to be the soft person he usually is, "None of your business", was all he spat out, as he stood up, and stormed off the grassy field. Leaving Kumajiro and three confused people. "What's wrong with him?", Arthur spoke sincerely. "Everything.", Kumajiro spoke, in his usual high-pitched voice. All three heads, turned to face the white polar bear, and in return, gave them a silent stare, then, tilted their head and stood up, to walk away as well. Alfred and Francis were left extremely confused, meanwhile, Arthur was suspiscious of the current situation.
"There's definitely something wrong with Matthew,", he stated, earning glances from Francis and Alfred, "Kumajiro may have acted like himself, but I feel like he's hiding something, meanwhile, Matthew... kind of changed these past days...", Arthur explained.
"Yeah! That's because you harassed him some other times, didn't you?!", Alfred protested. He received a 'tsk' from Arthur, who were to speak when Francis jumped in, "It's quite true. But instead of harassing him, you talked behind his back, ever since he was petit.", the Frenchman argued. With shining green orbs that widened, Arthur had become speechless.
"I...", Arthur started, thinking of a way to defend himself but sighed and looked down. "I need to be honest though, I guess I have. I... may apologize to him.", he declared, earning a smile from the other two. "Good luck in advanced. No, really dude. I mean it. Seeing his attitude nowadays, he'll be a hard one to apologize to. Especially, since you did something behind his back to lower his reputation, he'll probably throw a fit!", Alfred warned, exaggerating at some parts. A small nervous chuckle escaped from the Brit's lips, "Righttt..."
Back at the marbled mansion, Matthew sat at the bathroom floor with pills at hand,his glasses on the floor and eyes that looked like they've solemnly dulled. His curly blonde locks draped unto his now pale face, as he stared down at his pills at hand. The flashbacks of his sufferings echoed through his head. From the times where his father figures - Francis and Arthur, looked down at him, to the times where he was mistaken as his older brother. He clenched his hand into a tightened ball, tears that strained his eyes and teeth gritted together. Looking up, he reached for the faucet as a support for him to stand up. He carefully unfolded his shaky legs as he stood up from his sitting position, he looked at his rapidly shaking hands, took a moment, before bending back down slowly to take his glasses. Then, putting them back on, he blinked twice as his eyes adjusted to the clear sight. Clearing up the mess he made, he threw the pills thay were on the floor and kept the ones that were safely tucked in the bottle, as he shut the lid close, then tucking it in a cabinet behind the mirror.
After making sure he didn't leave a mess, he went out the bathroom and saw a staring white polar bear to his right. He stared back for few moments before getting the message from their little staring contest. Matthew looked to the opposite direction that led to the stairs, each step creaking with sonorous noise. As he stepped unto the first step of the stairs, the door creaked open, as a familiar voice echoed through the hallways, "Matthew?"
When the said voice spoke, Matthew reached out to his pocket for a well-hidden pistol. As much as he looks like a shy type to hold nor fire a gun, he was quite an expert to shoot and hold one. Aiming it at an empty hallway ahead of him, he tensed up his awareness as he slowly walked from the hidden hallway to the living room; where the front door is. To hide himself, he stuck his back unto the walls of the dark hallway, sneaking a look towards the door. Although the voice was familiar, he couldn't quite make it out on who it was. As this thought passed by, his breathing began to tense up as he placed his index finger to the trigger of the pistol. Readying himself, he came out his hiding spot and pointed the pistol to the person that directly came in without having to knock,
"Halt!"
"Woah, Matt! Hold your tits! It's just me!", an albino came to his sight, and at this point, Matthew released the tension that built up in his body and lowered his weapon. "Oh... Gilbert, it's you...", he sighed.
"...Hey, I know you have this huge hatred for humanity; which, of course, includes me, but, I know you're not that type of person to shoot your own friend, are you?", the albino replied with alert. Receiving a glare from the Canadian, "Don't test me...", Matthew simply stated.
"...Something happened, huh?", Gilbert asked, his voice wobbly despite its obnoxious way of being spoken. This time, he received a stare from the Canadian as he sighed.