I'm so proud of myself for this chapter. :3 It's short though so...
Matthew left school five minutes early and rushed to his house where he grabbed the materials for his amazing, devious, plan. He got back into the school and caught Mr. Edelstein just before he as about to leave.
"Hey, Mr. Edelstein? I have a question about the homework."
"Alfred... this isn't like you. Oh wait, you're his twin brother Mitchell aren't you?"
"Er... I'm Matthew sir."
"Sure sure. So what's the question?"
"Well, this is going to take long so you might want to take a seat," Matthew said as he closed the classroom door.
The teacher sighed and sat in his chair.
Matthew placed the magazine on the desk and quickly spun the Austrian to look at him.
"So... what kind of makeover should I give you?"
"What?"
Matthew pulled a Swiss army knife out of his pocket and held Roderich's face to look at him. He glanced at the front page and smiled devilishly, "Well, we can start with the lipstick. I'm thinking... blood red." He traced the tip of the knife along the teachers lips till they were covered in his blood, "And now... eye shadow..." he had to use force to close the teacher's eyes, he used the knife to cut his eyelids until they were completely covered in the crimson.
'What the hell is going on here? Why is he doing this to me? Why can't someone walk by the classroom and see this?' Roderich thought.
Matthew giggled childishly and changed to a sharper knife, "Now... time for the blush." He pinched his cheeks and carved the skin off, till they were patches of nothing on his face.
Roderich kept his eyes closed.
Matthew grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his forehead up to his, "How about jewelry now?" he noticed a wedding band on the teacher's ring finger, "I see you're married. What's her name?"
"Don't hurt her."
Matthew jerked the man's head the side, causing pain in the neck, "I asked for her name."
He gulped, "Elizaveta."
"Oh, she sounds nice," he glanced over to the desk and saw a picture of a beautiful light brown haired woman with green eyes, "That's her?"
"I swear to God if you lay a finger on her..."
"I won't hurt her. Unless she gets too involved in this murder. Anyways the jewelry," he grabbed his wrist and traced a thin line around it, "That's quite a pretty bracelet!"
"Alfred! Please stop this!" he cried.
"My name isn't fucking Alfred. It's Matthew!"
Tears poured out of his eyes, "Alf-"
He jerked the teacher's head again, "My name is MATTHEW WILLIAMS! Now... what's my name?"
"Matthew Williams," he softly said.
He smacked the patches that he carved on his cheek, "WHAT'S MY NAME?"
The feeling stung, not only because of the smack but Matthew was pretty much smacking the muscles in the cheek, "Matthew Williams!"
"Good job. Now, let's see a necklace!" he grinned and placed the knife at his throat.
The knife was hot with his blood, it was unsettling.
Roderich bit his tongue, the pain of the knife against his skin was already hurting him. The blood started drying on his face but he was still bleeding, it hurt terribly.
He pressed the knife deep into his skin and into his jugular, he traced the line all around the teacher's neck. When he finished his head was almost completely off, the only thing that kept it attached was the spinal cord. Which Matthew could've easily broken but he left it because he liked the sight.
He picked up the murdered man's hand and pocketed the ring.
"I'm the exact opposite of Alfred," tears were forming in Matthew's eyes, "I'm not the hero."
He turned around and left the classroom. When he got outside he ran back to his house and took a shower to wash all the blood off of him. He sat down on the floor of the tub and pulled his knees to his chest.
"I'm a monster," he whispered to himself, "I just murdered a man. A married man!"
When the water went cold he got out and dried off. He glared at himself in the mirror and thought of all the motions he went through. The twisted way he killed him.
But mainly, he thought of the thrill. The adrenaline was still pumping through his veins and it felt good to get rid of all this anger that was bottling up inside him for years.
He smiled a little to himself, he knew he was a monster. He was never going to forgive himself for what he just did. But the thrill was priceless. The rush he got while he was murdering Roderich would be worth a lifetime of guilt.
He laughed a little, "Maybe I could get rid of all the people that don't notice me or mistake me for my brother," he looked into his own eyes in the mirror, "What am I saying? That's way too crazy."
And thus, Snapped Canada was born! :D I don't know if the murdering of Austria was worded well enough. It doesn't seem like I exactly wanted it but I just couldn't put it into words. Yeah, and that twisted way he killed him? That was reserved for Roddy! :D
