OMG THE NOT SO HIGHLY ANTICIPATED LAST CHAPTER WITH AN ENDING THAT MIGHT PISS PEOPLE OFF!

These types of ending sorta piss ppl off all the time D: BUT YOU NEED TO SEE IT FROM MY ANGLE!

I'm totally repeating myself because I am so awesome and stuff like that.

From the entrance, I could see Arthur on the phone, looking back at me shocked.

"A-Alfred…"

I pointed my gun at him and he dropped the phone. Quickly, I lowered my gun and shot at the phone having it shatter to millions of pieces. Arthur squeaked and moved away from the phone.

"Alfred! What has gotten into you!" Arthur cried holding his hands to his chest. "Your father has just—never mind that! Where did you get such a dangerous firearm!"

"A friend gave it to." I answered walking towards him. "A friend who I can truly trust and who understands the way I feel."

Arthur was taken aback. "Wha—if he gives you a firearm you sure as hell can't trust him you git!" He yelled. "Now give me that thing before you hurt someone!"

"Hey fuck you!" I yelled. "You're not getting shit!"

"D-don't talk to me like that—"

"I'll fucking talk to you the way I fucking like!" I hissed. "Now give me one good fucking reason of why I shouldn't put a bullet through your fucking head!"

"I fed you, changed your diapers, gave you a roof, gave you the opportunity to education and adopted you." Arthur answered one after the other.

"Bastard! Francis was the one who adopted me and Mattie!" I screamed. "Even so, you did give me all of that. Why the fuck didn't you give some of that to Mattie!"

Arthur remained quiet for a moment, at first I thought he had been speechless but I soon found out it was for a different reason.

"Alfred, I don't know who the bloody hell Mattie is." Arthur answered unimpressed. "Now stop this nonsense."

Rage, hate, disgust, anger, madness and many more emotions of that genre came over me to its purest form. How? How could he forget Mattie again? A few hours ago, weren't we just talking about him? Didn't he remember him as his son then? Why did he forget? How could he forget? How dare he forget again!

"FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!" I yelled at the top of my lungs firing my gun six times. "HOW DARE YOU FUCKING FORGET AGAIN! WE WERE TALKING ABOUT HIM A FEW HOURS AGO! HOW DARE YOU! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU! HE'S YOUR SON! YOUR FUCKING SON!"

Of the six times I shot the gun blinded with rage, I hit him four times. Twice in the stomach, once in the arm and once more in his thigh. He was cowering on the ground clutching his arm and stomach all at once.

"A-Alfred—"

"Fuck you. Fuck everything you stand for!" I cried and walked towards him. I grabbed a fist full of hair and forced his head back. "Tell me; how the fuck do you forget your own son you piece of shit?"

Tears spilled from Arthur's eyes and sobs from his mouth.

Pathetic.

I wasn't going to take pity on him, he didn't deserve it. He deserved everything else I was giving to him, mental torture but mostly the physical pain. I waltzed over to the refrigerator looking for something with a rather high acid level yet safe to consume and found a lemon. I dug my fingers into it piercing holes and squeezed the juice out over some of Arthur's wounds. He screamed in pain and begged me to stop.

I threw the fruit away and forced his arms away from the bleeding wounds in his stomach. Blood was gushing out but this didn't stop me from jabbing my fingers into the holes created my the bullets having Arthur scream yet again. His screams echoed in my head, they were, dared I say it, satisfying. I was sure Mattie could hear them too and be happy that Arthur was suffering so much.

"P-please stop…" He wheezed when I pulled out my fingers.

I smiled cruelly. "No. You're the worst kind of villain and need to suffer more."

Standing up once more I went for the meat knives and took the sharpest. I grabbed Arthur's unharmed arm and readied the knife at his wrist.

"Alfred—"

I lifted the knife high above my head and brought it down on his wrist slicing half way through. I violently ripped it out with difficulty and realised that I had made it to the bone. I lifted the knife high up again and brought it back down at the approximate place where I had cut through the first time with the results of cutting his hand clean off. Blood poured from the would like water from a fountain.

"Alfred please!"

I pointed the gun at Arthur's forehead and smirked cruelly.

"The hero now achieves his goal and rides the world of another scum that had horribly wronged his brother. His beloved brother." My other half… I cocked the gun slowly. My me. And pulled the trigger.

Arthur's lifeless, bleeding body fell to the floor with a loud thump. I starred at it quietly before breaking out into a fit of mad laughter. I did it! I really did it! It was so relieving! Finally! They all paid!

"I did it!" I cried. "Everyone who wronged Mattie is dead! All of them!"

"Except one."

I turned around quickly pointing the gun in the direction the voice had come from but immediately lowered it as I realised who was standing before me.

"The sun is rising." Ivan pointed out starring out the window.

I looked as well and concluded that he was right.

"What do you mean…" I mumbled looking at him again. "That there's still one left? Gilbert, Francis and Arthur are all dead."

"Da." Ivan agreed still starring out the window. "But there were four people at fault, not three."

"Four?" I repeated shocked. "But who else! How did I not know!"

Ivan's heartless, purple eyes shifted from the window and looked at me. "You do know who he is." The Russian replied with a smile tugging at his lips. "You just don't want to face it. You just don't want to admit that it's you."

Shock.

No. It wasn't shock anymore, it was beyond that mixed with a feeling far more superior than confusion.

"Me?" I found myself repeating. "How is it me?"

"Who's the man who knew about Matthew's mental condition the most?" Me. Ivan asked. "Who's the one who could have gotten him some help but didn't?" Me. "Who's the man who told him that there was nothing to worry about?" Me. "Who's the man who didn't warn others about Matthew's mental condition so that they'd be careful with what they'd say?"

"ME! IT WAS ALL ME!" I cried holding my head as reality dawned on me. "B-BUT-"

"Finally, who was the man who let himself be blinded by what others said when he knew better?" Ivan finally asked.

How to describe the feeling that was taking over me now? There's only one word that could sum everything up. Reality.

Ivan was a realist, everything he said was true. There were so many things I could have done to save Mattie…yet I didn't. Like he said, I let myself be blinded when I knew better.

"If you're actually a hero," Ivan continued. "You'll finish the job. You'll destroy the last evil. Who is the last evil?"

"Me…" I whispered.

"Correct." Ivan agreed, he turned his heels and started to walk away. "There were exactly 10 bullets in that gun, you've shot it eight times and now have two bullets left. Two chances to do the right thing for your brother."

He was right.

I cocked the gun.

"What if I disappeared one day?"

"C'mon, don't talk like that Mattie."

"Who are you?"

"I'm your son, Matthew."

"You know, when I used to stay with dad, whenever he'd be home, he'd start drinking some wine. A lot of wine. When he'd get drunk he'd start crying over and over, moaning the name of a woman."

"He'll be fine."

I should have known better.

Mattie…

I pointed the gun at my head, the shot would be point blank.

I'm so sorry I couldn't save you, Mattie.

"What kind of hero murders in the name of justice anyways?"

I pulled the trigger.

THE END!

So Alfred is dead, I just coulodnt write it because well...he was narrating the whole thing and he cant keep going when he's dead...

ANYWAYS! The last comment was made by Russia just so you know xD

In this story, Russia played the part of the devil for anyone who didn't notice, in the second or third chapter he clearly says: 'I go by many names' which, for those who don't know, is the same case with the devil. That was my hint to that Russia is the devil xD

With that last comment by Russia, he voiced my opinion: Someone who kills in the name of justice isn't a hero but a murderer and deserves death himself

Which is the whole message behind the story xD

Also, America was the main one at fault when you think about it, Russia numbered all the things he could have done to save his brother but didn't. I guess, in this case I'm completely agreeing with everything I made Russia do xD

I dont think I explained my point of view properly T_T

But whatever, THIS IS THE END! FAREWELL!

PS: for those who follow my story WWIII I'm going to post chapter 13 soon, I'm already done writting it anyways :D