ALRIGHT. IM BACK with another chapter. So yeah, theres been a lot of shit going on here lately. Ive been in the Hospital and shit like that. Heh, yeah. So, WARNING. If YOU are triggered by SELF HARM. This might be a good idea to skip. I know it hits pretty close to home with me so yah. Oh, and I might put my PruCan re-write up soon!~ WITHOUT FURTHER ADU, chapter 8. ENJOY YOU LITTLE AWESOME PEOPLE THAT READ THIS ouo

Matthew stared. The spot, it was so dark. He couldnt believe that his so called brother had just done that to his fiancee. His eyes were wide as he stared. Someone came and tapped his shoulder. He didnt acknowledge their presence until they spoke.

"Matthew..you need to get up. You're covered in blood. You need to change out of those clothes." There was a slight british accent to the voice that the blonde recognized. He looked up to see Arthur, whos expression was extremely sullen. He held out a hand, motioning for the Canadian to take it. When he didnt, he knelt down instead.

"Matt...What in the bloody hell happened...?" he was curious as to what the other had to say, even though he knew what had happened.

"I-I was just...I was just sleeping and then Alfred...There was a gun shot and then..then...Ivan...Alfred s-shot him Artie...he shot my fiancee...And...And i dont know if hes going to pull through.." His voice was laced with tears and sadness. He didnt know what to do at this point. He looked back down, looking at his hands. There was blood all over his hands, his shirt, his pants. He stared, blocking everything out everything. Arthur shook his head, scooping the other up and bringing him out to his car. He gently placed him in the passenger seat before going and grabbing some clothes for him. He knew that the Russian was in surgery at this point in time. He didnt want to worry the blonde anymore than he already was.

Walking back out to the car, he sighed. His heart went out to the Canadian. First he was shot himself, then his fiancee. It seemed that nobody wanted the two of them together. Looking into the car after closing the door, he realized that the other hadnt moved in the slightest and sighed getting in. The drive was silent as they drove to the brits apartment. He gently picked the other up and carried him inside. He didnt like the way he was reacting. It made him scared to say the least. I don't understand why Al did this. Matt never did anything to hurt him did he? He looked over. Still no movement. This was going to be a pretty long visit from the Canadian.

"Hey Matthew…Would you like me to see if we can visit tonight? Would that make you feel a bit better love?" Dull violet eyes turned to look at him. A nod. That was all he needed, and that was all he got. "Alright. Well, lets get you inside, alright?" Matthew nodded again, opening his door and wordlessly walking to the door and into the apartment.

He felt empty. "Artie…" his voice was soft. "Im going to go shower…may…Maybe that will help a little." Arthur nodded handing him clothes. And with that, he walked to the bathroom and started the shower.

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Twenty minuets had gone by. Nothing to be concerned about. Arthur knew the kid needed space. So he let him have it. He decided to go lay down. As he did, he closed his eyes and soon fell into a light sleep.

Matthew on the other hand, sat in the shower, letting the water hit his body. Thoughts ran through his mind. He felt as though this was all his fault. That everything could have been prevented. He knew that this was his fault. He had to say yes. He had to be happy for once. He glanced up, his hair getting plastered to his head as he did. Then and there he made his mind up. After years of not doing it, he grabbed the razor that resigned in the shower and took it apart. 'I need some way to forget. Someway to try and let this pain go…'

He took a deep breath and placed the cold metal on his arm, pressing and pulling it across. He bit his lip, keeping the whimpers in. Two. Three. Four. He didn't stop. Tears formed in his eyes. Five. Six. Seven. He kept going. Eight. Nine. Ten. The bottom of the tub was filled with red. The last one, number ten was deep. He didn't intentionally do that, it was out of habit. What he did when he was younger. He stood, feeling light headed before letting his arms drip. He watched as the blood dripped down his arm into the drain. Something else fell with them. Tears. 'I didn't…I didn't want to do this…How..How will I tell Artie…?' He didn't want to tell Arthur. Maybe its best to keep him in the dark for now. He sighed, turning the water off and going straight for the first aid kit. Bandaging himself up, Matthew made sure the tub was clear of any blood and replaced the razor in there with another. He took the blade with him though.

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"A-Arthur…? You ready to go?" Both have showered and wear wearing clean clothes. Matthew with the hoodie that Ivan had given him, it reminded him of Jack Frosts hoodie. It looked the same too. Arthur looked at him, eyebrow raised.

"Are you really going to wear that sweater in this weather?" He stuffed his foot in his other converse and stood straight. "Shorts and a Sweater. Not really good summer wear Matt." Matthew just ignored it and walked outside, instantly hit with the heat of the day. It was going to be a long day for the Canadian. But, wearing sweaters all year round was a thing that he was used to. That was until he got shot by Gilbert. Then it all went away. Everyone could have seen the scars, that was if they looked close enough. It had been years since he did it. He had accepted that nobody would love him and nobody would care.

Then he met Ivan and his world changed.

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He walked down the hall way to the office, he had been called up there for some reason. He hadn't done anything bad though, so it confused him. A few people that were delaying going to class and doing work saw him and sneered. "Fag" "Are they finally kicking you out for being gay?" he just kept his head down as he walked, not wanting to deal with this. He finally got to the office and saw a new student there. Rubbing at his arms absently, the office assistant told him that this was the new student, and that he would be showing him around. Nothing to worry about. The kid turned to him and stuck out a hand.

"Hullo! Im Ivan!" He pronounced it as Evun. Matthew smiled a little as he took his hand, shaking it in return.

"Matthew. Matthew Williams" His voice was soft, not as soft as normal though. "You ready to go to class?" He got a nod as he let go of his hand. They walked and the kids that made fun of him before were still out, roaming the hall. This time, they decided to get physical. As Matthew and Ivan walked by them, they acted as if everything was fine. Until they were right near them. One of the guys stuck his foot out, as a distraction, causing Matthew to look over at them when he almost tripped, getting a fist to the face.

"That's for being a fag. You should just go kill yourself. Nobody likes yo-" The kid was cut off by the Russian.

"You never tell someone to kill themselves. Its not nice for one, and two. You would feel guilty if he did. Wouldn't you?" he kept eye contact with them as he stood in front of the confused blonde. Nobody had ever stuck up for him, well, nobody was around when it happened. The kid just looked at him, eyes wide. "Go to class, before I do the same to you." The kids scrambled away and Ivan turned, picking him up. "Sorry Matvey. Don't kill yourself. I don't want to lose a friend" he smiled and Matthew stared at him, eyes wide. That day he made a silent vow to stop cutting, just incase his new found friend found out. That was the day that everything changed. He didn't get picked on anymore. He was becoming happy again. Him and Ivan became good friends through the year.

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"-tthew are you listening to me…?" Matthew shook his head, looking over.

"S-Sorry Artie…I just…I kinda spaced a bit." Arthur sighed and looked over.

"I said, we're here…are you sure you want to do this? Want to visit him?" Matthew nodded, getting out. "I-I need to make sure he's okay.." The other nodded as he walked into the building, asking to see the Russian. A doctor came out to take them back, only to stop them right outside the room. He spoke, and Matthews jaw dropped.

So, yeah. Hows that~ Hope you enjoyed! Next should be up soon I suppose~