Matthew returned to his house and sighed. He was greeted by Kumajiro, jumping onto him from behind.
"Hey Kuma." He said happily. He might have snapped, but Kuma was still his.
"Who are you?" Even after everything that had happened, that was still Kuma's greeting. The polar bear knew who he was. It's hard to get out of old habits.
"Canada." He stated, walking into the kitchen. He gave the bear some fish and grabbed a bottle of maple syrup for himself. He walked into his room and took a gulp of the sticky syrup. There was a map of the world on his wall, the countries scribbled out for ones he's beaten. He gave the American's land a glance then looked over to Europe. He smiled. Germany and Italy were circled. It would be too easy to get the Italians. He thought. There was a bang from downstairs and he ran out of his room down the steps to the basement.
Gilbert Beilschmidt was chained to the wall. The room smelled of stale piss, blood, and desperation. Matthew hated coming down here. Gilbert had a cut on his lip, a black eye, and a bruise on his neck. (He has more injuries, but you can't see them with his clothes on.) He was wearing the same clothes he had on when he left Alfred's house, oh, so long ago. He looked up at the Canadian's entrance and mock bowed from where he knelt on the floor
"And to what do I owe the presence of the amazing Canada?" Gilbert mocked. Canada stiffened and hit him. Gilbert just laughed. Matthew looked down at him.
"What have you been doing down here?" He asked. Gilbert shrugged and looked around.
"What's there to do?" Matthew looked around to. A vase had fallen from a shelf. He starred at the broken remains then back to Gilbert.
"True." Gilbert grinned evilly.
"Is that all, your highness?" Gilbert must have had a lot of practice in these kinds of situations… Matthew thought. He turned around and started to walk out. Half way out of the room he turned back to Gilbert.
"Alfred believes you're dead." Gilbert nodded slowly.
"You've told me."
"He's going to die soon." Matthew continued. Gilbert nodded.
"And that." Matthew smirked.
"I took out his eye today." He walked out of the room with Gilbert's voice trailing him.
"What?!" Matthew continued to walk down the hall. That would get him going…
((Gah. Another short chapter. Please don't kill me... Um... Surprise? Did anyone guess this? Did you guess it? I sure didn't guess this would happen. Um... Sorry to those of you who I am killing your favorite characters and/or pairings. I think I should say that now... *14 chapters in.* Too late. Sorry.))
((She's not sorry.))
((You don't just tell the readers that!))