So yes... here is another chapter. I'm running out of ideas to lead up tocertain points in the story and for a while I just wanted to stop this story all together but I know that some people (looks at friend) are going to beat me. -.-

"I don't know what to do!" Gilbert exclaimed.

"What happened?" Francis asked.

Gil sighed, "Well..." he debated with himself if he should tell Francis and Antonio what was going on. They were his best friends, but he was afraid if he told them that they would freak out with Gilbert and avoid Matthew. Well, he could just say that he noticed Matthew's been a little off, "Have you guys noticed how strange Matthew has been acting?"

Francis shook his head, "Not really. But now that you mention it, he has been a little distant minded lately."

Gilbert nodded, "Not just that. He's been a little weird lately because... he just seems to get upset easier. It's got me worried."

Francis nodded a bit, "It'd worry me too. Do you know if anything happened to him? That he might be depressed about?"

The Prussian sighed and buried his face into his hands, "I don't know. I want to ask him but I'm afraid he'll get worked up about it. Yesterday, I showed him something. I wanted him to see it because... I don't know I wanted him to feel safer I guess."

"What did you show him?"

"... Nothing important. Just something stupid."

"Gilbert, I am your best friend. I care deeply about what goes on in your life and if the thing you showed him is bothering you then please tell me," the Frenchman's dark blue eyes were sparkling with sadness. He didn't want to see anyone he loved and cared about get hurt or be bothered by anything.

Gil shook his head, "Dude, it's totally fine. The thing I showed him isn't all that bad. The awesome me isn't stupid enough to show Matthew something uncomfortable. If it's uncomfortable for me it'd be uncomfortable for him and it wasn't uncomfortable for him so everything is okay!" he smiled as he lied a little. Everything was not okay. Matthew was a murderer.

Francis nodded, "Okay then," he got up, "I have to go. Antonio also needs me!"

Gilbert smirked, "Why the hell would Antonio need you?"

"Because he wants to learn some special secrets about getting into Lovino's pants," he laughed a bit.

"Easy, alcohol."

"I'd rather give him something much more complex than that."

"Why?"

"Because if it doesn't work then it would be hilarious to see how Lovino would castrate him."

"... I see."

At Ivan's house

Ivan curled up into a little ball on the hard wooden floor. Matthew had rejected him, and harshly too. The Russian had finally confessed his love and he was shot down so easily.

'Why does this have to happen to me?' he thought, 'Out of all the people on the Earth why did it have to be me?'

Meanwhile, with Matthew

Matthew stared at the wall of his bedroom, thinking about what Gilbert had shown him. It was strange, just a pit in the ground. And why did Gil show it to him? 'Maybe he knows I've killed people and wants me to know that I could hide the bodies,' he smirked. The awesome Prussian wouldn't know. He couldn't know. It wasn't all that obvious.

"M-Matthew-kun?" a small voice called.

Matthew looked up and saw Kiku in the doorway to his room, "Yeah, Kiku?"

"Um, I've been wondering. You seem to be a little strange lately. Is something wrong?"

"Of course not. Why would you think that?"

"I don't know. You just seem to be getting upset easier. Am I sensing it correctly?"

"Yes, I may seem to be getting upset quicker but other than that nothing is wrong," he smiled a little.

Kiku nodded, it wasn't exactly what he thought and he had a feeling Matthew was lying. But he didn't want to press on because he didn't want to upset the Canadian.

Matthew sighed in contentment as the Japanese boy left his room. He laid back on his bed and reached over to the nightstand. He opened the top drawer and pulled out the gold ring he took of Mr. Edelstein as he murdered him. He felt guilty, he wasn't going to do anything with it. There was nothing to do with it. He sat up and stuck the ring in his pocket. He had an idea.

At the cemetery

Matthew searched grave markers until he got to the right one. The one that read Roderich Edelstein. And he knew it was the right one because it was a small cemetery in a small town, plus there were small musical notes engraved around his name.

He knelt down and used his fingers to make a small hole in the earth, when it was as deep as he wanted it he dropped the golden ring inside and covered it.

"Was that the wedding band?" a female voice asked behind him.

Matthew jumped and turned around. He saw a beautiful woman with long brown hair and emerald eyes. He recognized her as Roderich's wife; she was in the picture on his desk.

"Where did you find it?" she interrogated.

"Um... it was in the hallway near the classroom at school. And Roderich is the only young teacher that was married and is male. I knew that if it belonged to a female it would at least have a diamond on it. I just assumed it was his!"

She nodded, her face stern, "I'm surprised you didn't take it and sell it."

He shook his head, "I wouldn't do that. It's someone else's. I can't sell someone's belongings."

She smiled a little and knelt down next to him. She liked his honesty, "I'm Elizaveta, Roderich's wife."

Matthew nodded, "I'm Matthew."

"Were you one of his students?"

"I was. He didn't know it though. He always forgot my name, and called me by my brother's name."

"Oh, that's a shame. He was a great man," she reached out and ghosted her fingers over his name, "If he wasn't I wouldn't have married him," she chuckled a bit.

Matthew sighed, "I'm sorry for your loss."

Elizaveta sighed also, "It's alright, I just hoped that they would catch whoever killed him. But they gave up too soon," she frowned slightly, "If I ever find whoever murdered him I'm going to make that fucker dig his own grave then shoot him."

Matthew shrugged, "Yeah, I know I'd do the same if someone murdered my husband."

She smiled a little, "Well, I should get going. I think the Vargas family is coming over to my house. So I have to cook dinner."

"Vargas? As in Feliciano and Lovino Vargas?"

She nodded, "You go to school with them?"

"Yeah, they're in my world literature class."

"Oh, I know you might think its weird, having students over for dinner. But I've known their family for years. I used to babysit Feliciano when he was little."

"Oh, okay then."

"Well..." she stood up, "Maybe I'll see you around Matthew."

"Maybe."

She walked out of the cemetery and when she was out of view Matthew looked back at the grave marker and sighed a little.

'She's really nice,' he thought, 'it may seem horrible to think but... I'm almost sorry I killed Roderich.' He stood up and walked out of the graveyard.

Short chapter is short. PLEASE REVIEW! IT MIGHT KEEP ME WRITING THIS!