A/N: I just saw Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter, and it was hilarious. You think your world leader was awesome? Ours killed Edward Cullen XD Oh good Lord it was great. It made no sense, but it was so entertaining! Go see it! Show support for the movie! It was produced by Tim Burton too~ Bonus! (I freaked out when I saw it in the credits. I've seen every movie he's ever directed/produced.)
Okay! So, this is the moment you've all been waiting for guys! You've all been asking and commenting, and here's my answer to it! Read on to find out.
To SandiaHero (because they didn't sign in either...): I shall it to the dictionary! And they never seem to listen...you tell them to step away from the door, that there's a murderer behind it and they'll die, but they open the door anyway and die. Just like I told them. At least I write this and can twist the plot so they'll wake away from the door! But, because I'm mean, the murderer will break the door down and they'll still die. XD The wait wasn't too long, was it?
Alfred watched the morning sun slowly rise. He watched the sky turn from an inky black to a dull gray, to its pinks and purples of sunrise and then to the blue of its normal coloring. He watched it from his bedroom window, from the windows in the living room. He watched the colors changed in the kitchen, from where if crawled to his feet when he sat in a chair at the table, or hit him full in the face as he stood by the back door.
Alfred watched it all from the moment he left Ivan's house until now. And just as the sun continuously rose and fell across the sky, Alfred's thoughts continuously rose and fell with hopes and doubts in a never-ending cycle.
He didn't like Ivan. He did. As a friend! More than a friend? What? Of course not! That was stupid. He didn't like men! He liked Mattie. Ew, no, they were brothers! They were supposed to love one another. In a non-creepy, non-romantic kind of way. He liked Arthur. That was a friendship kind of love. Why did his feelings for Ivan seem so different? They were both men and they were both his friends. Then why did Alfred have more feelings for Ivan than Arthur?
He loved Ivan. He didn't love Ivan! And the cycle continued well into the morning.
By the time Alfred had his thoughts in order, it was almost noon. His stomach had turned itself inside out and there were tufts of blond hair all over the kitchen floor from the many times he yanked at pulled at his head in frustration.
He dashed out of the kitchen and sped towards his brother's room. "Mattie!" he cried, throwing the door open.
The Canadian instinctively pulled the bed sheets over his head. Only after he realized that his eyes were not being seared by a sudden light, he slowly peeled the covers back. "Alfred?"
Alfred leaned over his brother, face pale and eyes wide. "Dude, I gotta tell you something."
Matthew sat up, his eyes flickering to the clock on his bedside table. He felt his stomach drop. Something must have been bothering his brother more than he could think if he was up before noon. And dressed. "What is it?"
"You have to promise not to be mad."
Matthew's fear rose. Why was Alfred looking at him like that, so scared and nervous? He nodded.
"I'm serious, Mattie. You can't be mad."
"I won't be mad." He hesitated. "You didn't kill anyone did you?" He let out a small breath when Alfred shook his head. "Okay. Now tell me."
"And you can't tell Ivan, either."
"Ivan?" He sat up a bit straighter and looked his brother in the eyes. "What about Ivan?"
"You agreed not to be mad!" Alfred whined at the steel in Matthew's voice. "You said you wouldn't!"
"That was before you brought him up. You said we wouldn't talk about him anymore."
"Matthew", Alfred pleaded, and the Canadian glanced away. Alfred always called him by the nickname set upon him since Alfred could talk unless he was terrified. "This is important. I'm scared. And heroes are never scared unless it's for a completely horrible reason and this is completely horrible."
"Fine", Matthew grumbled. "What did you do to Ivan?"
"Why do you assume I did something- Nevermind. It's what he did to me."
"What he did…to you? Did he hurt you?"
"Sure, the big guy looks tough and scary but he's really a giant teddy bear- ugh I'm getting off track again!" Alfred left the side of the bed to walk to the window. He shook his head and returned to his brother. "You need to trust me, Matthew, okay? I trust you. That's why I'm telling you this. And it's going to be hard."
"Alfred, if you don't tell me what's going on, I think I'm going to have a heart attack. Or I will kill you so I never have to hear it."
"I think I- No, I don't think…"
"What don't you think?" Matthew asked, leaning forward to hear his brother better. He was whispering just as softly as he did.
"I don't think! I think I know. I do know."
"You know what, Alfred?"
"I love Ivan."