[A/N: Alright, so my story has officially reached 1'000 views! You guys are awesome! Like, Prussia awesome! So here's a little chapter that doesn't really have a whole lot to do with anything in the story, but hopefully you like it! I think I will post random Bonus Chapters at intervals of 1'000 views from now on :D So enjoy!]

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"What the hell is that nose?" Ludwig complained, it was early Saturday.

"Make it stop" Gilbert and Lovino groaned together, both a little hungover.

"Ve~ Look! It's Alfred!" Feli said, pointing, he looked slightly worried.

Ludwig walked up to the window to check, and sure enough, Alfred was running full tilt towards their house.

Not two seconds later, Alfred barged into the home, closing the door behind him, then leaning against it, breathing heavily. He was back in his military gear, his helmet was a little askew.

"I'm so dead, so fucking dead!" He said, going into hysterics, "BARRICADE THE DOOR, LOCK UP THE WHOLE FUCKING HOUSE!"

"Shut. up." Gilbert said.

With lightning speed, Alfred was around the house, putting planks of wood over all the windows and doors.

"What's going on?" Feliciano asked nervously.

"I... Tim... coffee... insult... ran... broke it! I just BROKE IT! I'm dead I tell you!" He grabbed Feli's collar, "DEAD!"

"Slow down Alfred, tell us what happened, who are you running from?"

"THERE'S NO TIME! HE'LL GET HERE!" He yelled, his voice getting higher and higher.

Suddenly there was a wall of sandbags that Alfred was making into a barrier.

"What the hell are you doing? Tell us what happened right now or we'll stick you to a pole and leave you outside." Gilbert said, he was obviously very pissed and had a very bad headache.

"HE'S GONE MANADA!" Alfred cried.

"FUCK!" Lovino yelled and went behind the sandbags with America.

"Manada?" The other three of them asked in unison.

"Gilbert! You're close to him, maybe you can talk some sense into him! I don't want to DIEEE!"

"Who? Matt? Why the hell are you running from Matt?" Gilbert asked, sure that America had finally lost it.

"We were watching hockey! And I was drinking some Tim Hortons coffee and I said it wasn't as good as my Starbucks! He went a little crazy but he didn't got Manada until I tripped over his hockey stick when I was running away from him and broke it!" America explained, nearly in tears.

"You sir," Lovino said, "are very, very dead."

Alfred pulled out his phone, and called Arthur.

"Arthur man, you've gotta help me dude! Matt's gone Manad-" As soon as he said the last word, there was the audible click of the receiver.

"Why did he just hang up on you?" Gilbert asked, suddenly feeling a little scared.

Alfred had already speed-dialed somebody else.

"Ivan! Ivan! Please, I need your help! Matt's gone Manada and he's after me!" he wailed.

"Have fun in hell, da!" Was all the Russian said and hung up. Not even Ivan wanted to deal with Matt in this condition.

Suddenly there was a silence.

"Oh dear lord, he's here." Alfred said, his eyes glazing over, "Guys, get behind the sandbags."

They weren't sure if it was the emptiness in his voice or the sheer craziness of the situation, but they obliged.

"MATT I'M SO SORRY!"

There was a wicked chuckle from outside, it was enough to make Feli whimper and hold Ludwig. He handed a white flag to Alfred, who was clutching Lovino.

"Oh come on brother, dear. I just want to talk" Came Matt's voice from outside, nearly hissing out the last word. It wasn't his usual soft voice, it was much, much scarier.

"GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE! I SAID I WAS SO-!"

There was a loud bang, and everybody ducked. The shot blew threw the planks over the window and hit the top sandbags.

"Jesus Christ!" Gilbert yelled out in surprise.

"You wasting your time brother," He cooed in a sing songy voice, "just come out here so we can talk."

"HELL NO!"

"I just want to..." The wail of a revving chainsaw, and maniacal laughing filled the air, "TALK!"

"GO AWAY! GO AWAY! GO AWAY!"

Before they could think, the front door was smashed in, a massive, snarling polar bear stood on top of it, smelling the air for Alfred.

"I only want you Alfred, I'm not going to hurt anybody else." He said calmly. He was standing in the now open doorway holding the chainsaw in front of his face, covering half of it. There was a wicked flash that passed over his glasses and the chainsaw.

Matt used his chainsaw to make all the sandbags fall to the ground, revealing the group.

Gilbert had to admit, Matt was incredibly terrifying and sexy at the same time when he was like this.

Lovino yelped and the two Italian brothers clung to each other. Gilbert just looked up calmly at him, while Ludwig was frozen.

Alfred was slowly backing up, dragging himself across the floor. Matt completely ignored the others and approached his brother.

"Look at you, you pansy, running away from your brother halfway across the world." He said in a mocking tone. Gilbert got the video camera, and smiling evilly, started recording the whole thing.

Alfred bolted and didn't even bother try and escape through a door, just ran right through the wall. Matt started laughing again and ran after him.

He ditched the chainsaw, and pulled out a hand-held machine gun and just wildly shot at Alfred, laughing loudly.

Gilbert started laughing just as maniacally watching Alfred try to dodge all the bullets while crying out for Arthur.

"MAPLE, BITCH!" Matt yelled, pulling out a bigger gun and letting Kumajirou loose.

"You show him Birdie!" Gilbert cheered.

Ludwig just shook his head, and Lovino and Feliciano were still cowering in the corner.

Gilbert was wondering when he could show everybody else the video.

[A/N: So tell me what you guys thought of the bonus chapter :) I'd like your input on whether or not you want me to continue this or not! Thank you everyone for reading!]