I'm sorry this like sucks. It's like a filler until I can get to the juicy stuff. I've been beyond busy since I entered color guard and all that. So this poor old story went on hiatus for like a month or so. But it's back and not given up on, nope I shall see this to the end :)
Matthew sat in the room, staring into absolutely nothing. He paid no mind to the bodies of Gilbert and Kumajiro lying not too far from him.
"You know...being like this...it isn't so bad.." he said.
He had cried a bit over Gilbert and let a little tear escape when he killed Kuma. But it wore off and now he was an emotionless husk of his former self.
A door opened and footsteps were heard.
"Yo Matt! What have you been- holy fuck!"
Lovino stared in shocked awe as he looked at the corpses in front of Matthew. He had no issue with their murder, it's just the amount of blood splattered on the walls like paint. Matthew looked like he took a bath in it.
"Matthew...what the FUCK did you do?"
The man started giggling and soon it turned into full blown laughing. His eyes carried an insane look in them. He finally stopped and stared at Lovino.
"I killed them. They knew too much. Gil was figuring it out and Kuma gave him a clue that led to it, so they had to die."
Lovino pursed his lips and walked into the living room. After surveying the walls for a minute, he whistled and turned to the Canadian.
"Well I have to admit Matt. The walls look much more better."
Ludwig was having a panic attack.
Although he didn't show it, he was beyond worried. His brother had dropped him off at home and drove away. He hadn't told him where he went either. He asked Francis and Antonio if either of them had seen the his older brother. But they merely shook their heads.
Now Gil hasn't been home in 2 days and it's beginning to worry even more. Feliciano was sitting next to the German attempting to comfort him, but he was just as worried. First Kiku is murdered and now Gilbert is missing. Who would be next?
"It's going to be okay ve~ Maybe Gilbert just fell asleep somewhere and is trying to come back home."
"He would have called..." the distraught German replied.
"Ve. Maybe he lost his cell phone.."
"I hope you're right Feli...I hope you're right..."
Antonio stood in the kitchen, leaning over the counter. He was beyond stressed with everything. His ignorance had driven Lovino from his and Feli's lives. Feli's best friend Kiku had just been killed, not to mention his own friend Gilbert had gone missing as well.
This was all too much stress for the happy-go-lucky Spainiard and he just wanted it all to be a bad dream. So that he'd wake up and the two Italian brothers would be there with him. Feliciano would be giggling and veh-ing and blabbering of pasta and Ludwig. While Lovino would be blushing and cursing while trying to escape Antonio's affection. Roma would be chuckling in the background with a mug of coffee, chattering about how fast his sons grow up.
But no, it wasn't a dream.
It was all real.
And it was just getting started.
Alfred sat in his room, head in his hands. He thought to himself about what had happened in the past few days.
His brother was growing more distanced and avoiding him. Now his best friend had been murdered and one of his buddies had disappeared all of a sudden without a trace. The very thought that something could've happened brought a sick feeling to his stomach. He wanted to hunt down the sick bastard who did all this and cause him misery.
He'd show that bastard not too screw around with Alfred F. Jones or his loved ones.
Arthur stared at Alfred sadly from the doorway. He had felt greatly saddened by Kiku's death, but finding out that Gilbert was gone only two days after was just too much for everyone to handle. He wanted to walk up and comfort Alfred in his time of sadness, but he felt that the American needed some time alone.
With a sigh and a pitying glance, the Brit left the kitchen and walked over to the phone. He lifted the receiver and began to dial a number. He needed to clear his mind, but also to talk. So he went to go talk to someone who could help him out.
Someone he thought he'd never talk to.
"Hello Francis?"
"I am not going to bury that this time Matthew."
Matthew stood in the kitchen, clean and fresh from a shower. The blood that had been caked in his hair and on his skin was gone. His clothes were in a trash bag since they were bloody beyond all belief. He rubbed a towel in his hair as he gave Lovino a bored look.
"Well we have to do something Lovi."
"I don't feel like going out there and doing this shit again." Lovino said sternly.
He did not feel like burying or destroying a body. The two had already went through enough making Kiku look like an accident. Kumajiro was already buried in the backyard. But Gilbert...how could they get rid of him? He was much taller and heavier, it's amazing that Matt could take him down.
"Fine then. We'll put him somewhere for now, but he will be properly disposed of when his skin begins to rot. Do you understand, Lovino?"
The Italian nodded simply. Matthew seemed much more serious and lethal than he was a couple months back, so he complied.
"Good. Now come and help me out."
The two men walked back to the living room which had been cleaned of the blood carefully and diligently. After placing gloves on, they strided over to the motionless male and lifted him up. Dragging him over the wood floors, they opened the basement door and slowly descended the stairs. Deciding on a corner hidden in the shadows, they tossed him onto the stony ground. Soon they ascended the stairs and locked the basement door behind them. Their eyes wandered to the bloody trail that Gilbert had left before landing on one another.
"Well back to work." The Canadian said.
Lovino groaned.
Well, how is it my friends? Again, sorry for the hiatus. Hope you guys liked it ^^ I shall see if I can update soon :)
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