A/N: I'm back! *dodges pots and pans* I'm sorry for going on a one week hiatus but you know…I was busy and lazy..*slumps in corner* forgive me! This chapter may make you feel sad especially for your Prussia fangirls (and fanboys) Anyways Prussia, if you may please~

Prussia: Chibi doesn't own Hetalia! But she does however own a backpack of the awesome me!


To say that Gilbert was shocked was an understatement. But he had enough common sense to dodge the knife that would've struck his chest had he not moved. He stood behind the couch, staring at Matthew with hurt eyes.

"Birdy…why would you do that? Why would you kill Kiku? Why try to kill me?" he questioned.

Matthew didn't reply, he merely directed his cold gaze upon the German. He gripped his knife tightly and lunged at Gilbert again. He narrowly escaped it once more. With a skillful aim, he knocked the Canadian onto the floor and pinned him down. The knife was still in his hand, but his wrists were restrained.

Gilbert was close to breaking down. The man he knew since they were young, the shy Canadian who was always smiling with a bear in his arms was a killer. A cold blooded killer.

"Why birdy? Why'd you do all this? Dammit, tell me why!" he shouted.

Matthew looked away from his fiery gaze. He felt a bit ashamed that Gilbert had found out his secret. So with a sigh, he looked back to Gilbert.

"I had plans to kill Alfred but Kiku overheard my schemes. I couldn't have him telling everyone and ruining everything, so I did what I had to do."

"So you fucking killed him?" Gilbert asked.

"I had to. I wasn't going to have everything ruined because the damn guy couldn't keep his mouth shut." Matthew hissed back.

"He was an innocent guy-"

"He was in the wrong place at the wrong time." The Canadian returned bluntly.

"Someone was working with you. I fucking know it, who else was it?" Gilbert asked.

Matthew chuckled at him, "It was Lovino. He wanted revenge on Feliciano as well, but like I said Kiku was not supposed to be there. And it was Lovino who killed him not me. At least he died a quick death, a simple twist of the neck."

With each word that came from the smaller man's mouth, Gilbert grew more and more angry. How the hell could Matthew do something like this to someone and be so calm explaining it?

"Matthew, why the hell are you doing this?"

"Revenge. For always being ignored by everyone. By you, by papa, by my friends, everyone. I will erase Alfred from this world and no one, not even my closest friend, will stop me."

"You're crazy!" The German yelled.

Matthew smirked at him, "No. Not crazy. I've gone INSANE!"

With a sudden bout of strength, Matthew ripped the wrist that held the knife and swiped Gilbert across the cheek with the blade. The silver haired male fell back in surprise, allowing the blond man to stand up. Bloodlust glittered in his violet eyes. Gilbert grew frightened at the man before him.

Whoever this guy in front of him was…

He wasn't Matthew.

With a whimper, he struggled in getting up and running to the door. He reached it and started pulling, but the door wouldn't open. He slammed his body into the door, but it didn't budge. He heard singing arise from the living room along with footsteps.

"I can't decide whether you should live or die."

Gilbert kicked the door with all his strength, but the door still wouldn't budge. He spun around, fear in his crimson eyes.

"Oh you'll probably go to Heaven."

Gilbert ran down another hallway that lead to the backdoor, hell bent on escaping. He finally reached the door and turned the knob only to find out that it was locked as well.

"Please don't hang your head and cry."

Gilbert saw a window, not too far, but knew that it was locked as well. So he decided he was going to ram into it and hopefully, it would smash. He peaked around the corner and his heart dropped to his stomach. Matthew was right there, looking directly into his eyes. A sick smile tore the Canadian's lips.

"No wonder why my heart feels dead inside."

The German started shaking. He was normally so brave, but with his best friend a killer and clearly having gone off the deep end with the intent to kill. He had every reason to be scared. But he summoned up all his strength and pushed Matthew to the floor, running towards the window. He closed his eyes and ran straight into it.

But he bounced right off of it, landing on the hardwood floor. He stared at the window, it must've been switched to a stronger glass.

"It's cold and hard and petrified."

Gilbert stopped breathing, his hair stood on the back of his neck. He looked behind him and saw Matthew once more, knife raised above his head.

"Lock the doors and close the blinds."

Gilbert whimpered, starting to back up, "M-Matthew, please don't do this."

"We're going for a ride."

The albino looked to his left and spotted a fire poker not too far from him. His eyes looked back at Matthew who walked towards him, slowly as if treasuring his moment to kill his prey. He smirked and lunged, but Gilbert grabbed the poker just in time and stabbed Matthew in the side.

Said Canadian screamed at the weapon lodged in his side. He looked from it to Gilbert who was getting up once more. He roared and charged at the German, grabbing his legs and knocking him down.

"Birdy! Please stop this!"

Matthew didn't hear anything, adrenaline was pumping through his veins. He spun Gilbert onto his back, the man was struggling to escape his grasp. But Matthew was stronger than he looked. He lifted his knife up and stabbed Gilbert in the stomach.

The German screamed in agony, tears dripping out of his eyes. Matthew yanked the knife out and stabbed him again. And again. And again.

"Birdy! Please!" He begged.

His screams were gurgled as Matthew kept stabbing, bent on going until Gilbert stopped moving. Gilbert's movements were growing slower and his breathing was growing ragged. His hand reached up to touch Matthew's face as if to beg one last time to stop.

Matthew finally stopped and gazed at Gilbert's face. The crimson eyes he knew for so long had faded into a pinkish color, his breathing had finally faded off. His hand had slipped off Matthew's face and fell to the ground.

The Canadian pulled off of him panting and drenched in blood. It painted the walls around him. He looked at his hands, shaking from the adrenaline that had left him.

"I-I killed him…but why do I feel so..?"

He looked at Gilbert once more and allowed the tears to drip down his face for a little bit. After that, he went over and shut Gilbert's eyes.

"Je suis désolée [1]…" he whispered.

Unlike Kiku, he actually felt a bit regretful. And he thought to himself, 'Would this would stop him from his vengeful path?'

His head raised up when he saw Kumajiro walking past him, almost as if to get away from him. Matthew looked at his knife and walked after the bear, the blood lust showing once more.

'It's all your fault...'


[1] I'm sorry

Canada: Sweet mother of Maple…

I know…I'm sorry…

Romano: What the fuck was that? You went full on psycho killer on Gilbert!

I know, I'm sorry. He had to die and Canada being crazy, he had no mercy. It just had to happen…

Prussia: I died? That's not awesome! Why you kill me off like that?

*shrugs* I'm sorry Gil! I'll make it up to you soon... *hugs him* Anyways guys, please don't hate me. I'm sorry if this bummed you out. Like Hetaoni bummed me out.

Romano: Ten bucks says that inspired this chapter…

Canada: Um, please review guys~! Cheer Chibi up!