Alfred had given up trying to call Matthew, he decided the best way to settle this was to just go and see him, no mater how embarrassing it would be. He walked down the long hallway, looking for Matt's room. Stopping as he found his room number and taking a deep breath, he went to knock. Only after, did he notice the door was open. He listened carefully and could here muffled shuffling and voices. Alfred gritted his teeth as he reached out to push the door. He hoped he wasn't about to walk in on Matthew in return.

"Hello? Matt, are yo-" He froze up as he opened the door to find Arthur on top of Matthew, hastily pulling his trousers off. "Ar- Arthur!" he stuttered. He was hit with a mixture of shock, heart break, and anger. Matthew stretched his neck so he could look back at him, still trying to free himself from Arthur's tight grip. "Alfred, help!"

Alfred hesitated, still getting over the shock, but raced over to them, grabbing Arthur under his arms and tearing him off of Matthew. Arthur struggled to get back to him but instead kicked at the air, unable to escape from Alfred's clutches.

"Arthur, stop!" Alfred yelled, trying to restrain the struggling Brit. Arthur made it difficult for him as he started to elbow and scratch at him.

"Let go of me!" his vice was crokey and his eyes seemed to have an eerie glow to them. Matthew stared up at the man in terror. It didn't seem like Arthur, more like some kind of beast. Alfred dragged him across the room.

"I think- you need- a little time out!" he threw him into the bathroom, slamming and barricading the door behind him. Alfred turned back to Matthew who choked out a few gaspy sounds, but was too stunned to make words.

"Are you okay?!" Alfred huffed.

Matthew stared at the bathroom door. He could hear Arthur smashing and clawing at it from the inside. "Y-yeah, I'm fine"

Alfred walked over to him. "Matt, what the fuck is going on?!" his voice was shaky as he tried to hold back any emotion.

"I don't know, Arthur was apologising for last night, and then he just suddenly turned on me." Alfred stared at him trying to be strong and not break down in front of him. He didn't need to do that for Matthew to tell how he was feeling.

"Alfred, something's not right. I don't know what that was, but that was not Arthur. You know he would never do something like this." Alfred stared at the door, suddenly remembering what Arthur had said to him the night he first seemed to "lose control".

"Alfred, you awakened something that had been sleeping for a long time… once it starts, I just can't stop it…. I can't control myself. If you hate me now, I will completely understand…" What was wrong with him? Alfred didn't really know what it was, nothing had really been explained to him in detail, but he had seen enough movies to know something wasn't right.

As the atmosphere settled, it stared to seem a little awkward. Matthew pulled his trousers up and picked his hoodie up off the floor, slipping it back on over his head. He sat back down, grabbing one of the sofa cushions, trying to forget what just happened. For once he would have been happy to go un-noticed. "You know, he, he said some really disturbing things Alfred..."

Alfred sat down next to him, glancing at Matthew and wondering if he should even ask. But it seemed he was predictable, as Matthew continued, "He said he was going to do to me, what he did to you..."

Alfred's face reddened. "Matthew… I'm sorry you've had to see or hear any of that. I mean if I had to hear about what you and Francis get up to, I would probably throw up." Alfred joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Matthew looked up at him and sighed, his gaze falling back to the floor.

"Actually... we haven't actually done anything..." Alfred stared at him in surprise.

"You're kidding, you mean he hasn't tried anything?"

"Well he has, constantly, but..." Matthew sighed again, frustrated at his own wimpyness.

"I'm too shy... I've been turning him down for weeks, and I don't think he's too happy about that..." Alfred stared at Matthew for a moment with a look of sympathy. He looked so sad.

"Come here," he said as he slipped his arm over his gloomy brother's shoulders. Matthew lent against him. Hearing what Matthew had said, Alfred realised something, maybe that was the reason Francis wouldn't leave him and Arthur alone, mabey it wasn't just him being needy... was he... jealous?

Alfred turned to the bathroom door, suddenly realizing something. The sounds had stopped. Him and Matthew both looked at each other before Alfred walked over and slowly unblocked the door, opening it just enough to see Arthur on the floor. He was lent against the wall, looking exhausted. Alfred walked up to him and knelt down "You okay?" He asked in a soft voice.

Arthur turned his head and looked at him, nodding slightly, too dizzy to speak. Alfred picked him up and Arthur wrapped his arms around Alfred's neck as he was lifted off the ground. Arthur glanced at Matthew as they walked back into the other room, blinking as a tear ran down the Brit's face. It was getting worse. What was happening to him? He rubbed his face into Alfred, because he couldn't look at Matthew. Remembering what he said, he would probably hate him now.

Alfred gave Matthew an uncertain look. He just nodded and sadly smiled back at him, now worried for Arthur's sake. He still wasn't sure what was going on.

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Alfred took Arthur back home and placed him on his bed. He was more awake now, but he was still very weak. "Ughhh, I want to die," groaned Arthur.

Alfred brushed his hand through Arthur's hair. "It's fine, Arthur. Matt knows it's not your fault." Arthur looked at him with weary eyes and sat up, dropping his legs down the side of the bed. He couldn't stop the flash backs of Matthew struggling and begging him to stop. Not long ago he would have done anything to protect these two... But now, he seemed to be the one hurting them...

He sighed in frustration, slamming his fist down on the bed side table, hard enough for it to shake the floor. "Damn it! What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can't I just bloody control myself?" he looked over to Alfred, who actually looked scared and, he realised just how right he was. Alfred sighed "Arthur… what is it?"

Arthur could see tears pricking in Alfred's eyes as he tried to keep his breathing steady. What is it that makes you lose control like that?"

"I don't know… Alfred, you know… you know I don't turn on Matt intentionally, right...? I, would never do something like that to you." Alfred slowly approached him with a regretful look on his face and softly rubbed his back as he wiped his eyes on his sleeve.

"Arthur, get some sleep. I'm gonna go back and talk to Matt."

Arthur sighed and lied down, rolling onto his back and staring up at the celling. "Why am I so useless...?" he muttered as he squeezed his eyes shut.

Alfred gave Arthur one more worried glance before heading back to Matthew's hotel.