He looked around, blinking when he noticed England staring at him and he gave him a small wave, blushing a little at the wink he got. Apparently he didn't remember what had happened, thinking that one of his imaginary friends turned on him and stabbed him. Oh well, it was probably a good thing, though..
"America?"
He looked up quickly, staring toward Germany and suddenly felt self conscious as everyone turned his way. "Yes?"
Germany frowned. "You've been quiet, what's going on?" He asked in a slightly commanding tone, scaring the Canadian a little bit.
"U-um, nothing's wrong, definitely no murders or anything, I mean, who does that, right?" He asked, holding a hand up toward the one beside him, waiting.
The German sighed heavily and looked at Romano. "Would you please 'high-five' him so we can get on with the meeting?" He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. Romano growled a little and lightly tapped his hand against Canada's.
Matt smirked, giving a loud "Yeah that's what I'm talking about!" just to sell it a little more before he sat back down and nibbled his lip, looking to the side. He was nervous, someone had to know that America wasn't there and that he was Canada, right?
He jumped, feeling something brush up to his leg and he gripped the table, looking around and his eye caught England's again, blushing as he winked at him and moved his foot up, pressing it between his legs now, grinding it a little more playfully.
Canada shot him a small pleading look for him to stop, his hands gripped into tight fists on the table. "Quit it!" He muttered under his breath across the table, frowning as he kept on doing what he was doing. "Nn.." He hung his head a little bit, wondering if this is what America went through during every meeting.
Suddenly as the Canadians hung his head a face appeared between his legs smirking with shiny teeth up at the the, their face shadowed except for two shining blue eyes. "Fun isn't it... Arthur touching your junk and nobody giving a damn while you are trying to come up with a way to save them!" He laughed. Nobody but Matthew could see or hear him. He slithered up between the others legs and sat on the table in front of Matthew. "Lookie what we have here!" He smirked reaching out his hand and placing into the others cheeks. "You are looking more and more like me everyday. Huh little brother! I wonder, if you are me, and I was supposed to be you..." He leaned forward nibbling on the others ear, then whispered. "Do they even know you are dead?" He grinned tugging.
Matthew could feel every touch the other gave him. Alfred look over to Arthur then. "Little whore isn't he. I think he's a little tipsy... But oh well. Not. My. Problem. Anymore..." He flicked the other in the nose. "Hey, wanna see something really funny?" He suddenly exclaimed reaching forward his hand facing into the others chest and he grabbed onto a lung. "I got your lung!" He yanked on it, though not enough to tear it, just enough to affect the other. "I got your lung!" He taunted pulling more and then pulled his arm out letting the others lung go and looked to Ludwig. "He can't stand you being here... Y'know... He just wants you to not bother- I mean what was me... To not bother him anymore."
He looked back to Matthew grinning. "So Fat ass, I see you been packin' on the pounds!" He teased grabbing the others flabby stomach and shook it. "I mean running two countries man you must be a fatty! The pounds will just keep coming! I'd watch out for Russia!" He laughed and pointed at the others eyes before poking a finger into the right one. "He's after those!" He smirked before standing and walking around the other and looking at the papers in front of him. "Those are all wrong... I see no robots!" He growled grabbing the others hand suddenly and smashing it against the papers before making the other fling the papers into Arthur's face, and explode into the air, falling to the floor.
Canada almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Alfred's face, pushing a little further from the table, though winced as the foot pressed down onto him harder until he stopped moving. "Nn." He looked up at Alfred when he sat on the table in front of him, sitting up a little more, though was slightly slouched. He couldn't sit up straight.. Dammit.
He moved back when the other took his cheeks, closing his eyes as the other bit his ear, finding it hard to keep the small squeak in. He looked past the other toward England, biting his lip a little and looked to the side, not wanting to see the looks the other was giving him. He then let out a tiny gasp as he felt the hand push inside of him, grabbing a lung and forcing the air out. "Urk!" He reached his hand up, gripping tightly onto the front of his uniform and stared down at the table, hearing someone speak to him.
He looked to the side. "America, you finally having a heart attack!" Someone laughed at him, the rest snickering.
Matt blushed at this, shaking his head, taking a deep breath when the other let him go. He saw England smirking at him, obviously thinking he was the cause of that little breathlessness. He shot a slight glare toward America when he started to play with his stomach. "Quit it!" He snapped under his breath, the foot stopping for a moment and he reached down, pushing it off with a frown. He looked down at his stomach, poking it a little subconsciously, it was pretty flabby...
He blinked when the other mentioned Russia, thinking. "Wha-OW!" He let out rather loudly, drawing some attention to himself once again and got uncomfortable. He put a hand over his eye, frowning a little. Why the hell was Russia after his eyes! He looked over toward the other, then around the table, feeling a little more paranoid. Who the fuck else was after him!
When he heard something else, he had no time to react, and his hand was forced to shove the papers everywhere. "Shit!" He stood from his seat, seeing the glare he got from England as well as the others who got hit. Russia, was smiling though, obviously, though it was scarier than normal. "Comrade, maybe it's time for you to take a break, da?" He asked, sending a shiver down Canada's spine.
"N-no... I just um." He frowned, looking down at his hands. He had to recover from that. "I'm just taking my turn now, you guys.." He frowned, finding it hard to say something mean but.. "You guys idea's suck balls, mines so much better." He said with faked confidence.
Germany shot him a look, sighing. "Go ahead then, America."
Matt frowned at this for a split second, looking down and fiddled with the table for a moment. "Well, um." He bit his lip. He had nothing. DAMN!
The American looked over at his brother as he stood trying to make up for the paper incident. Alfred laughed. "Lame, what you had sucked major balls. Anything you come up with sucks major ballage dude!" He laughed turning his head back to Arthur and reached out his hand running it along the top of the others head. "How can you not see it!" He hissed. "He's obviously not me!" He frowned crouching down beside the others chair and stared up at the man watching him for a moment. "You know what it's like Mattie... Watching your body be taken to the morgue. TO BE DECLARED DEAD!"
He growled looking to Matthew for a moment a window flying open and a gust of wind blowing through the room throwing papers everywhere. "To watch as your own body is place in the ground! AND NOBODY BOTHERED TO SHOW UP!... They thought it was you. Even so Mattie, if it had been you. I would have at least shown up." He stood. "I had to watch it all, crying for them to stop! But they wouldn't. And nobody tried to find who killed me... Nobody did anything!" He stomped towards the other tears in his eyes. "Nobodies called or visited to check on you!" He screamed. "Is this what you wanted! I GET IT THEN! Fine! You are invisible! LADee FUCKIN' DAAA!" He shouted pushing the others shoulder. Then he began to pace a little mumbling to himself. "It hurt Mattie, mentally it hurt... Because I had to watch you leave with the sick look on your face. My last memories! MY LAST MOMENTS... Are of you butchering me!"
He pointed. "You don't know what it's like to still live and watch your heart beating in your chest! Then watch your brother leave as you slip from this world! CONVICTED OF KILLING YOU... And then get away with it to steal his life!" He snapped his finger. "I got what you can talk about..." He smiled and moved to the other grabbing their hand and forcing them to grab the chalk as he made out the words 'Where is Canada?' On the board. The blond looked up for a moment. Then continued to write 'Why do I look fatter?' he forced the other to write. Alfred laughed. "This is fun!" He giggled forcing the other to write more 'Why is Arthur a horny bastard?' 'Does everyone know Feli tops?' 'Why is the sky red?' 'Where do babies come from?' 'Who can get Arthur to cum the quickest?'
He giggled then stopped and moved away getting serious again turning back to the others faces before finishing his last question 'Why is Ivan still alive?' Now he would sit back and watch his brother try to make the scene unseen. Opps, later, Iggy was fuming already, Francis was giving a perverted grin to the Brit. Oh and Ivan glared, Matthew might as well have died where he stood. Germany was in shock. Feli was grinning stupidly and not even paying attention as he stared at his brother who was staring at Russia. Who had happened to be sitting next to him and Spain this day. Alfred stepped back and sat in Matthew's chair that hadn't been used since his unacknowledged disappearance, he rested his head in his hand. "I think Russia brought his pipe again today... We're about to see if that is true I think." He snickered bidding his time for now.
Matthew shot Alfred a glare as he started to go on, not wanting to listen at all, though he found it hard not to. He gritted his teeth, hands resting on the table, nails starting to dig into it. He sort of forgot he was standing in front of everyone in the room looking like an idiot. He swallowed the ball in his throat, shaking slightly. No one went to see him be buried, when they thought that Alfred was him. It was almost as though they skipped out on his own funeral, though he knew they wouldn't on the one that he was getting. They would spit on his grave, wishing him to hell for all the shit America had done.
He already knew he was going there anyway for what he did to his own brother.. He looked down toward the other as he tried to talk to Arthur, frowning a little.
Canada glared slightly as the other grabbed him again, fighting to get away, though he couldn't stop the other from forcing him to write on the board. He stared in horror at each word that was written, glancing back at the room, seeing England charge out, he turned, glaring at his brother until he finished writing. He read it all, hearing the others talking behind him.
He pushed his lips together, having to come up with something.. His eyes shot to the other for a moment, glaring at him until he turned. "I-.." He suddenly felt his heart sink as America spoke up beside him again, throwing the chalk at him as hard as he could, though it simply went through him. "Bug, um.." He nervously scratched his head, glancing at everyone in the room.
Germany frowned and stood. "What the hell is up with you today America! Are you going anywhere with this?" He snapped, causing Canada to jump back a little bit, though of course Russia cause this little bit of weakness. "I'll take him out for some air, his fatass is probably drowning in grease by now, da?" He stood, though Canada shook his head fast. "N-no! Um!" His head shot to the board, there was nothing up there that he could use! He looked back, frowning. "Hold on a sec, I just ugh.." He frowned, looking at the board again. There was the 'where is canada' part, though if he pointed it out, it would risk so much.
He didn't want to go to jail for what he did! He didn't want the world to attack Canadian's for his attack, he didn't want it! He raised his hands to his head, gripping his hair, staring blankly at the floor and shivered. He was fucking scared. "Dammit!" He swore under his breath, gritting his teeth.
After a moment, Mattie stood up straight as it the episode hadn't happened, looking back to the board and grabbed another piece of chalk, thinking, about to write something, though something hit the back of his head. "Sit the fuck back down... da?" He dropped the chalk, looking back, his shoulders pulling up a little as he saw the look on Ivan's face. "Sh-shit." He whispered to himself, pressing his forehead to the board.
"Nah, I got this!" He waved the other off, knowing that it was just getting himself in deeper shit, but he couldn't break that stupid character. "Fuck fuck fuck.." He slammed his head against the board a few times, he was going freaking insane! He wasn't seeing his brother right now! He couldn't be, he was fucking dead! He knew he was, he... he killed him..
He couldn't take the guilt, he could never take guilt. It took every fiber of his being not to apologize a million times for the shit on the board, let alone break and tell them all who the hell he was and what the fuck he did! He turned back suddenly, looking around the room. "You know who fucking said this shit!" He said in a loud voice, slamming his hand down on the board. "Canada." He frowned, grabbing the chalk and circled the name. "Everything here is what he's been saying about you over the years." He said with a frown, it almost hurt to say horrible things about his own name and his own people. "And just where the fuck has he been! Who the hell knows?" He asked, stepping toward the table. "I fucking know! The bastard tried to kill me! He's out there in the fucking ground because of me!" His voice cracked at that moment. He wasn't talking about Canada, half of it was about himself, the other half, about the real America. He hung his head, panting a little from his outburst. "He's fucking in the room right now messing with me! He made me write that shit on the board! HE MADE ME DO IT!" He shouted, pointing to the spot where America was sitting, everyone staring at him, then to the empty spot and back.
"America, lay off the fast food." Someone piped up, everyone looking at him funny. "No! NO! It's not that! He's right there! Look look!" He continued to point. "You're crazy."
Canada slammed his hand on the table. "You don't fucking see him!" He shouted, looking back at America, seeing that smug look on his face. "SHUT THE FUCK UP AMERICA!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, his hands on his head, though when he noticed what he said, his face paled. "Shit shit shit!" He shivered on the spot.
"What did you just say...?" Germany asked, his brow pulling together, the room going silent.
Matt picked his head up a little bit once again. "I..." He looked down, frowning. "um.. I don't... Who am I supposed to be again?" He asked, looking at everyone.
The American watched his brother all the way to that final moment. He stood up and walked behind the other as they asked the question. "You are now America da... Guess my suggestion to make You and Mexico a part of me wasn't so far out of the question after all." He laughed smugly. "You are already making one big country on your murder spree!" He giggled. "You are loopy bro!" He twirled his finger around his temple. "So what's your plan to make Mexico one with you! Little bombing! NO a full frontal assault on the actual Mexico, you are gonna gut him like a fish to! Then steal his identity ... Tch.. Better start working on that tan then bro?" He glared.
Then he looked up. "I think they are thinking 'He's gone insane!' You're ruining my image Mattie!" He narrowed his eyes. "Heroes don't freak out at meetings... tsk tsk tsk.. If I had an apple... I'D EAT IT!" He grinned and turned walking over to the door and stepping out of it disappearing for a moment. "I'm going to be helpful today..." He said as he went. Then a moment later chains began to rattle against the outside of the door before stopping and he walked back in. "That's better... INTERVENTION! This would be a good time for one of those... Right? I don't know..."
He thought tilting his head as he walked back and phased through Arthur and sat on the table in front of the other. "You know, Iggy's Magical... Maybe he can help you... But I think that ship has sailed, since you have seemed to of lost your damn mind..." He nodded as Arthur stood. "Alfred, What the bloody hell do you mean 'Who are you again'! Did you drink the cleaning supplies under the sink again! Git!" He asked wondering what the hell was wrong with the boy. Alfred's mouth dropped open at this. "Why I never!-... Okay... Once! But I wanted to see if it tasted like oranges..." He shrugged looking to Matthew. "OMAI GAWD I totally just realized something! YOU ASSHOLE!" He stood up and pushed Matthew to the floor. "Get out of my jacket!" He shouted the wind exploding in the room his anger flaring up again.
"NOBODY WHERES MY JACKET! NOT EVEN IMPOSTERS! YOU KNOW THAT!" He shouted, his hand suddenly reaching into the others stomach and he grabbed onto the others lung and squeezed hard on it before yanking and a small pop could be heard as the lung burst. Alfred then reached his other hand in and twisted the others stomach enough to make them throw up blood.
Matt stared at Alfred got up, looking at everyone, frowning as they didn't see him. What the fuck was wrong with these people! He jumped to the side. "Look! He's right there!" He shouted, waving a hand. No one paid attention, this time.. He sighed heavily, frowning at everyone in the room, trying not to listen to Alfred anymore, though the voice was in his head, raking at his brain. He didn't mean for all this crap to happen! He just wanted to be known!
He blinked when Alfred when to the door, the sickening sound of chains moving outside. He looked around, was no one else hearing that! He frowned, watched the door as Alfred came back in, eyes following him the whole way until he sat in front of Arthur. He frowned when the other stood, shaking his head a few times. "I... I don't think so." He looked down. He couldn't remember what the fuck he did but now he was seeing his brother there. He had to of done something to be seeing something like this!
Nope, nothing. He woke up, ate pancakes and came to the meeting, there wasn't anything out of the ordinary, so he knew that Alfred was here. Unless the guilt had gotten to him..
He blinked in surprise when Alfred shouted again, having no time to move out of the way as he was pushed back, looking more like he lost his balance and fell. The others all groaned, shaking their heads. "He's probably on some weird pills, just let him get them out of his system." Germany said with a shrug of his shoulders, everyone still watched, though.
Mattie stared at his brother, trying to kick him off, though there was no hope for that, his foot just flew through his torso and hit the table behind him, shaking it violently. "AH! FUCK!" He screamed, closing his eyes, trying to grip at the arms to rip them out, though it was impossible.. It was like trying to pull a shadow off the damn pavement. He gasped at the sudden rush of nausea came over him, turning over quickly and gagged, blood bubbling up in his throat before he threw it up onto the floor and Russia's shoes. "Ugh.." He closed his eyes, sweating as the pain started to hit him. It just made it that much harder to breathe. He looked back up at Alfred, spitting a couple of times and coughing, trying to clear his throat so he could breath better, but it was no help.
Alfred tilted his head and stood up a smirk on his lips. "See the concern? He said you were on pills." Alfred laughed. "You may have been invisible and nobody saw you...so you didn't have to suffer the same ridicules I did." He shrugged and crouched by his brother and gently brought a hand down his cheek. "You thought you were suffering so you made me suffer just as much. Without realizing i already was." He gave a small smile to the other. "Understandable. You are stupid... Stupid like people think I... Was.." He nodded standing up once more and wondering over to Arthur who was staring at Matthew with a confused and concerned look.
France just stared, though felt concerned. But America wasn't really his kid. His kid was safe in Canada, just hadn't called in a while, huh. The Frenchmen wondered if he had done something to anger his dear sweet Mattie! Alfred leaned on the table and looked up at Francis with his head in his hand. "Tell me Mattie, those few years you were with this man. Were they Amazing? I bet...he hardly worked all the time i bet. Made good meals... You were his dear sweet Mattie, Had you not been taken by..."
He looked at Arthur and then gesture to the other. "That whore..." He looked to where Matthew was laying. "You may have had a better life... After all, I'm just the selfish brother with some daddy issues.." He stood up and walked around the table and stared at Russia who was staring down at Canada. "ugh, boi is a freak, isn't he?" He laughed sitting next to Matthew. "Does it hurt Mattie?" He asked grabbing the others left leg and made him kick Russia in the shin. Arthur stood up and slammed his hands on the table. "Fine Alfred, if you are going to be this dramatic over your 'ghost'. Then why don't we exorcize it? Just so you can shut it already, we have a meeting to finish, wanker." He spoke irritated his left eyebrow twitching.
Matt cried softly in pain, trying not to show that he was, though he couldn't stop the soft rasps of his breath and the tiny little whimper he let out. He moved his hands up, closing his eyes tightly and held his head, trying to focus on something other than Alfred, though there wasn't anything he could think of. "I-I'm sorry.." He whispered softly, clenching his jaw tightly. He had no idea what his brother went through, how was he supposed to know? He always put on that damn happy expression and attitude and you couldn't tell what he was going through. He always thought he was just some arrogant prick. He was, but there was more to it than just that.
He picked up his head a little bit, then, looking dully down at the blood, not having to look up and see who Alfred was talking about to know who it was. When he was with France, it was the happiest time of his life, but England ripped him away.. He sniffled a little, raising a hand to his face and wiped his eye, head hanging a little lower. He blinked when the other came over to him again, squeaking as his leg was grabbed and he kicked Ivan's chair.
He whipped around, looking up at the Russian as he glared down at him. He looked down, hearing Arthur stand up and say something about doing an exorcism. "NO!" He shouted, standing up. "Don't do it! I can't kill my brother again!" He cried, burying his face in his hands and cried. "I fucking killed America! I-I did! I'm so sorry!" He whispered, his body trembling as he tried to catch his breath. "I murdered my brother! I-I didn't mean to! I just..." He felt his knee's go a little weak, unable to think of what he had meant to do when he went into that hospital only a little over a month ago. "I.." He sobbed, ignoring the looks he could feel he was getting.
The blond stared at his brother as the other confessed. "You idiot..." He mumbled pointing to Arthur who was staring at Matthew with a raised eyebrow. "You killed America, But you are America, aren't you?" He asked looking away confused. "You look just like him!" He glared moving over to Matthew and grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him forward. "What did you do!" He glared seeing the difference now. The brit let the other go. He stepped back. "There's nothing you can do now. If he's dead and haunting you. We have no choice than to get ride of him." He mumbled looking to the side. "If you have assumed his position, you are now him."
He looked to Francis. "and the ghosts must be gotten ride of like they always have been." He said stepping away from Matthew and turning his back to the other. Alfred walked over and in front of the other. "Hmmm, wonder what he means..." He mumbled. But obviously nations had died before. Some of them were still haunting this world. Alfred looked to Matthew and glared. "You know, if you had thought more rationally. None of this would have happened. You know taking peoples organs out cannot be good!" He growled stomping over to Matthew and punched him in the face. "You deserve to die! Just like me!"
He continued to punch the other and reached out for a pen on the table it flew into his hand and he stabbed it into his brothers chest and sliced down, blood spraying everywhere. Alfred's pupils had shrunk. "Together forever! REMEMBER! I don't want to be alone!" He shouted tears pouring down from his eyes as he stared at his brother pulling the males chest open just like the other had done to him a month ago. Alfred yanked his brothers head up. "Look at it! Look at what i had to look at!" He shouted papers blowing everywhere. The blond let go of the others head and brought his hand to the others jaw, breaking it as his fist hit the bone. "You promised I'd never be alone!" He shouted shaking the other blood splashing everywhere.
"Why did you do this to me!" He shouted pulling the other up and tossing him across the room, the other smashing into the wall, blood splattering everywhere as they fell. Alfred marched forward his form going through the table as he made his way back to Matthew. "SO I AM TAKING YOU WITH ME THIS TIME!" He shouted holding out his hand to grab the others arm. He yanked at the muscles and tore the arm off under the skin, but left it attached by the skin so the blood would be trapped inside. "Hows it feel to be dying!" His other arm slamming into his brother chest and his fingers wrapping around Matthew's heart.
Matt looked down at Arthur when he came forward, frowning at him and shook his head, though said nothing. He didn't want this anymore, he just wanted to come clean and just stop with everything.. Though, the guilt of it wouldn't go away, it would never go away.
As the fist hit him, he stumbled, falling onto the floor with a hard thump, knocking the air out of him, having no time to recover as the other continued. "A-AL!" He shouted, his eyes growing wide as the other grabbed the pen. "N-.." He gasped, choking as it was stabbed into him, the tearing much worse than he had thought that it would have been. He shut his eyes as the blunt object ripped down his stomach, hands gripped into tight fists.
He looked around as he opened his eyes, no one was helping him! Why was no one helping! Ivan was just smirking at him, the others either looking away, or frowning at him. "Ah! Nn!" He gritted his teeth slightly when his head was grabbed, forcing him to look down at the wound, and suddenly he felt sick. He swallowed back the felling, staring at his heart as it raced, until he was picked up and thrown, that is.
Matt screamed as he hit the wall, hearing snapping as his back broke and his ribs cracked. He slid down, closing an eye as the blood started to pool around him on the floor, his intestines slowly slipping out of his stomach and into his lap. "Ha.. Oh no.." He whispered, desperately trying to push them all back, though it wasn't working and he was simply causing himself more pain. He hadn't even noticed America as he came back over.
He stared dully up at the other as he spoke, frowning at him, though his face contorted in pain as his arm was grabbed and pulled on. "D-don't!" He cried out, hearing everything tearing inside of his shoulder and a small pop as it detached. He felt the tears start to pour then, his heart beating faster as the other moved for his chest, feeling the fingers touching and gripping at him. He had never felt so close to death in all his life.. It was terrifying.. He looked through his brother, staring at the others in the room, no one was helping him, probably how it should be anyway.. He deserved it, he did.. For making his brother have to feel all of this. "J-just do it, pl-please.." He whispered softly, suddenly feeling more alone than he had in all his life..
Alfred glared and moved his face closer to the other. He wanted to badly to end the other. But he shook his head as he remembered. He was a hero. He could not take another life like this. He pulled away his feet in the blood making a footprint. "Never mind. You deserve to live with this more than you deserve for it to end now!" He glared grabbing onto the others jaw. "Live with what you have done, and the scars to remember it!" He smirked " and when the time comes...When you must be taken from this world. I do a more heroic thing then what I want to do right now. I will remove your evil soul before it causes more damage, more suffering." He sat down in the blood his hand in it the print showing up. "You are a sick person Matthew, and for you to die here would be just to easy for you!"
The blond grinned wickedly watching the blood flow. Suddenly a bright light flashed in the room and Alfred shouted in pain dropping to the floor and curling up in the blood holding his head trembling. Arthur walked forward holding onto a wand and a book, he glared at Matthew. "You may have killed Alfred in cold blood, his spirit is to violent to accept that. But I wont let his anger towards you cause him to sink to your level." The man hissed bending down and waved the wand over the others stomach, the wound slowly began to heal up, the others guts returning inside, and the skin coming back together. Arthur stood up. "If the rest of you pussies are going to stand there, stay out of my way or leave!" He shouted Francis was already at the door and pushing at it. But found it would not open. Alfred coughed and looked up at Arthur. "What are you doing you stupid old man! Let me finish what i was doing!" He wanted to cause the other more pain! he wanted the other to suffer more!
Alfred sat up and moved for Matthew reaching out his hands. Sure he wouldn't kill the man, but he still wanted to hurt and maim the other. Arthur mumbled something and flung his wand out sending Alfred flying across the room and smashing into a wall electric sparking around him. "LET ME GO!" he shouted the wall he was stuck to cracking. The room shaking violently. Alfred struggled against the invisible bindings he was being held by. Arthur walked closer to the spirit. "Leave this world spirit. You are wanted here no longer!" He shouted mumbling a spell and sending a shock to Alfred, cracks appearing on the others form. "AAHHH!" He shouted in pain thrashing his head around.
Alfred reached out his hand towards Matthew glaring. "Fuckin'... Let me... Hurt him more!" He growled the room shaking, sparks of electricity appearing. Russia was watching with a grin. Everyone else freaking out and hiding behind Germany. Arthur continued casting his spell. "LEAVE THIS PLACE ALFRED! YOU ARE DEAD! YOU DON'T BELONG HERE!" He growled hating saying this to someone he cared about so much. But things could not continue as they were now. Arthur slide in the blood as the flow of Magic continued between the brit and the spirit. Arthur looked to Matthew for a few seconds to see if the others wound was closing properly. But it would be slow. He could now heal others quickly. But he would not let Matthew die. He wanted to condemn the other for their crimes of murdering a country in cold blood.
Canada stared as the scene played out, his eyes wide in horror as Arthur tried to get rid of Alfred, his brother struggling so badly, wanting to hurt him with every fiber of his being. He turned his eyes down, pulling his knee's to his chest and covered his ears, the others screams made him feel sick. He tilted his head down, hiding his face in his knee's and started to rock a little, muttering something under his breath. He didn't want to hear his brother dying again, he didn't want to be here! HE wanted to go home and he wanted to give up this stupid thing he had started!
That wasn't an option, anymore.. It would never be an option. He just wished the screaming would stop, he was tired of hearing his brother suffer. "Just make it stop, just make it stop please!" He said over and over, crying to himself.
The blond continued shouting as the magic spell tore through his body. Arthur's eyes filled with tears as he watched the others body being torn apart by the magic spell. The room becoming brighter as Alfred's body began to light up. "I CAN'T GO YET!" He shouted thrashing back and forth trying to free himself. Arthur looked to Matthew and frowned seeing the other. But felt little sympathy for the boy. Because he knew the boy was in fact to blame for this. No matter what happened to the boy, he still murdered.
So Arthur would see to it the other got a brain scan. He was obviously ill. The light faded soon and Alfred was gone, a black burn mark on the wall. Arthur collapsed to the floor in the blood getting it on the side of his body. his energy drained. The Brits eyes slowly beginning to close. "It's over Matthew..." He mumbled tiredly. Francis moving over to Matthew.
Matt kept his eyes closed through the whole thing, his hands gripping tightly onto his hair, knuckles turning white from the tight pressure. He sniffled, numb to Alfreds screams as he was destroyed. He blocked it out the best he could, not hearing anything in the room, nothing but a loud ringing in his ears. He cried softly, not noticing France coming closer to him and when he touched his shoulder, he snapped his head up and stared at him, quickly scrambling back until he hit the wall. "D-d.." He couldn't get the words out, a large ball in his throat, his eyes filled with fear.