A/N: Thanks for the two follows! Thank you very much! Also, special shout out to Sunshynesflower, who's my friend, and she herself has a profile. Go check it out! This chapter also has a little bit of violence, so yeah lol. Also, I told you I would have longer chapters! With that said, Enjoy.

In the regular world, Alfred was sitting on his bed, alone, in complete darkness, still traumatized by that horrible sight. He never knew he could do something like to someone he really respected. It was horrible, and he was on the brink of complete madness. He was about to go to sleep until his brother, Matthew called.

"Oh my god..." Alfred said, knowing that Matthew will say something about Arthur.

Alfred hesitantly picked up the phone. Even though he really didn't want to talk at all, that WAS his brother after all. "Yea?" Alfred answered, sounding kind of sick.

"Hey Alfred! What have you been up to?"

"Nothing, what have you been up to?"

"Well, me and Francis are starting to hang out more, so I guess that's good. How is Arthur doing?"

The words were mocking. Alfred felt like a whole piano fell on his head. He felt like he was nothing.

"He's good." Alfred lied, trying to not tell anyone about it - yet.

"Can I talk to him?"

That was the last straw.

"NO GOD DAMNIT I TOLD YOU HE'S FINE YOU DUMB IDIOT!". Alfred screamed from the rooftops at his younger brother, who had nothing else to do but get teary-eyed. "Alfred, w-what happened?" Matthew cried over the phone, he never knew his brother hated him. "Matthew, d-don't cry ok..." Alfred couldn't lie anymore to his sensitive brother, he had to tell him what had happened. He felt his heart drop out of his chest.

"Matthew, I'm gonna tell you the truth ok? Don't tell anyone, and I don't hate you." Alfred said, feeling unbelievably tense. "O-ok..." Matthew said, wiping tears away, but also feeling quite suspicious.

"He died."

Matthew felt horrible. He felt very sad. He felt also, very mad. A first for him, as he is passive aggressive.

"He died! Who killed him?! I will kill them too!" Matthew fueled with angry passion, ready probably to stab himself. Alfred was actually scared, considering he hasn't seen this behavior in Matthew before. There was no use in lying now, and he let the words escape his lips.

"Me. I killed him."

Alfred said that with hatred within. He hated himself even more now.
Matthew gasped and hung up the phone quickly. "Hello, Matthew? Matthew!" Arthur called for his younger brother. "Shit", he said under his breath. He knew Matthew was going to do something, and it probably wasn't going to be pretty. Not. At. All.

In the afterlife, Arthur was still trying to get that Alfred killed him. He was thinking erratically; billions of questions arising in his head. He turned to The Devil, who was now sitting on a red throne; amused. "Why did he do it?" He asked. "Why did he kill me?". "Well," The Devil said, "I can show you what he did. You see, I see everyone that comes here's death experience. I can show them back to them. Do you want to see?" The Devil asked, mischievously. Arthur's eyes widened at the possibility. "Yes, oh my god, yes!" Arthur said, in pure curiosity. "Ok then". The Devil brought his hands up together and slowly moved them apart, in a circular motion. It brought up a small mirror. Arthur watched in amazement. He had learned about a lot of this stuff in his wizard books.

"Here it is." The Devil said. The death experience played. Arthur watched in horror as Alfred playfully danced around in success of getting on top of the roof. He watched as he threw the brick down, and watched his own self die. "Wow... H-he really d-did kill me... B-but why, I-I was nothing b-but a help to him..." Arthur said, thinking about what The Devil just showed him.

He threw up. He threw up after seeing himself die in such a horrific way; you could see his brain matter dripping out of his skull, and his eyes covered in nothing but blood.

The Devil smirked. He chuckled. "Arthur, I know you hate him now, don't you?". "Yes, more than absolutely anything." Arthur said, with burning hatred in his heart for the American, feeling as though he was going to burst then and there. He wiped the vomit off of his chin and looked like a devil himself. "Good, because first of all you should, and second, I have something for you to see." The Devil said, in an impossibly deep voice.

What Arthur didn't know though, was that The Devil edited it to make it seem as though Alfred killed him on purpose, when really, it was just an accident.

A/N: This chapter was kind of hard to do, considering I had to put a LOT of emotion in it. Arthur, I feel bad for you, very bad. Also, I introduced Matthew :). I'm gonna introduce a lot of characters in this fanfic in early and later chapters so stay tuned.