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And vomited over the table. Not that France blamed him. When he was done, he asked France why he left.
"You of all people should know how revolting that was."
"Yes, but… Why didn't you get help?"
"I tried to. You weren't picking up."
"How come you didn't call the cops?"
France blushed. "What were they supposed to do? Russia and China were there, and even if they did anything, the politic-"
"As opposed to now where everything's just fine politically!"
"Well…" Francis hid his face.
"Why didn't' you do anything, why did you run away?!"
"Because I didn't want to be apart of this!" He started to stand up. "No moral, sane person would want to be apart of it."
"Then what did you do?! You brought this down!"
"But I wanted to get help", he said, hands on his chest. "I just… couldn't."
"So you were a useless, maple coward then!"
"I am not a useless coward", he said calmly, angrily.
"You're right, that's Italy! He may be a useless coward, but at least he didn't organize a rape, accidentally or on purpose and lie-"
"I DIDN'T LIE, YOU FUCKING FUCKER!" His hands were fists, and he was starting to cry. "I DIDN'T FUCKING LIE."
"Then why did you bring that prop, that thing you put on his penis! I heard from Japan, who actually felt guilty, and I didn't hear it in your story!"
"... What?" He started to sweat. "If you already heard it from Japan, then what was the point of talking to me?"
"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO FEEL SORRY AND TELL THE TRUTH". Matthew started to break down. "You were supposed to say that it was beyond your control. That you didn't want it."
"But I didn-"
"Then why didn't you tell anyone else, why didn't you call the cops, why you didn't notice that England thought you meant 'sexual assault' not 'physical assault'!?
"I was drun-"
"That's the thing, how do I even know that you were? Maybe you were such a massive retard that you didn't notice, and then made up an excuse later. Or maybe you just never cared, or even wanted that. I can't tell anymore."
"Why would I lie to you about that? He was almost my son-"
"So am I. You still lied to me. I've only known Japan for, what, a century, during which I fought him, but he still considered me enough to not lie! Why did you lie, France, I just want to know why? Did you think that you could get away this, that you were that powerful, or did you not give a flying maple about how I felt, and didn't want to feel regret?"
"Are you a sociopath?", he said said calmly, with only a slight hint of anger.
"No. I am not. I actually give a crap about people's feelings, before I talk."
"Shut up."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
SHUT UP, YOU SPOILED BRAT, NO MEANS NO!" France slammed the table, breaking a peg. Matthew looked surprised. Then he laughed.
"Why are you laughing? This isn't funny"
"I know what's going to happen. This is how it really happened, isn't it? Isn't this how my brother really got raped? You gave him a choice, and my brother chose being hurt than hurting his friends. He made a mistake. He should have murdered everyone there."
"Matthew, what the hell are you doing?"
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Matthew smiled. "Fixing a mistake, rapist."
"... WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Nothing was wrong with him. Nothing at all. All that happened was that he realized something. It was that France was evil, and deserved to die. That he hated France. France used to be a kind man who loved others and would fight to the death for him. That wasn't true anymore. The France of his childhood was now a distant dream.
He didn't know how long it was there, this hate burning in him, only that it was eating him alive. He could only satisfy it.
Which was only by making France suffer.
Francis was thinking a million thoughts, and, like the situation, they were incomplete. Run away! Where? Talk him down! How? Matthew hated him. Attack him! Once before with his twin was enough to cause everything. Flip the table and run! He started to crouch, very fast. Not fast enough for the bullet. He landed on the floor, overwhelmed with pain from his bloody shoulder and and fear. Matthew calmly walked there and pointed his gun towards France. Francis tried to speak. Matthew threatened to shoot him if he spoke.
"Monster", Francis whispered.
Matthew shot one of his kneecaps, and France screamed in pain before Matthew said "Don't be a hypocrite."
"How could you do that?"
"'How could you do that!?'", he asked, the gun shaking in his hands. "'How could you do that!?' You fought a war to be with America, how could you organize a rape when he caused the goddamn depression?! At least that was more his fault than this! Even then, there was a drought, so it was beyond his control!"
"Your brother is not as innocent as you think he is."
"You're not as innocent as I thought you were. You raped my brother! You can't talk about innocence when you're a fucking slutty rapist! I can't get over it! You raped my brother, my twin, my other half! How could you act noble when you did the worst fucking thing possible, and you're trying to act as if I'm out of line!?"
"Because you're about to shoot someone someone half cocked like a dog with rabies! Let's calm-
"No!"
"Hypocrite! You say that violence isn't the answer, but you are the one pointing a gun! Imagine if Alfred saw you now! Is rape worse than murder?! Would he agree?! Is it?! Tell me!"
France tried to stand up. Matthew pointed the gun towards Francis' head. His eyes dulled with disappointment, and mouthed the word 'why'.
"I'm not taking risks. You move or speak again, I go for the other knee cap, then the penis, eyes, and heart."
Francis tried to speak, tried to say something that would convince his former ward the errors of his ways. Then he wondered if he should give up.
The phone rang. France didn't say where he was going to his boss or anyone else, and Matthew took out the battery of his phone shortly before this began. Matthew answered it.
It was Lithuania. His brother was missing.