I apologize for the long wait.
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Alfred stormed into his house, letting the door slam close behind him. It wasn't often that the American lost his temper, but when he did everyone around him knew it. He swore and punched the wall, leaving a dent in the yellow-painted surface.
His brother Mathew leaned out of the kitchen, concerned look on his face. "Al?" he asked. "What's the matter?" The fact that his little brother should be in school right now didn't even filter through the red haze in his brain. He was too angry at that fucking Spaniard. He messed up Lovino in the past and now he was back- Alfred stopped his train of thoughts before he punched something else.
"Seriously, Alfred, what happened?" Mathew asked, stepping toward him. The blue-eyed teen paused. He probably shouldn't go around telling people what Lovino told him, but he trusted Mattie. Besides, he was so fucking pissed off right now he that needed to talk to someone and let off steam before he did something drastic.
Like find the Spaniard and teach him exactly why it was a bad idea to make Lovino cry.
He tore himself away from that tempting thought at the sight of his younger twin's concerned violet eyes. "Sit down, Mattie," Alfred said, and then told him exactly what the slender brunet had told him earlier.
At the end of it, the younger boy sat with his hands pressed over his mouth, eyes wide and horrified. "That's awful…" he whispered.
Al tilted his head, confused. "So, you get why Lovino was so crushed over the postcard thing?" he asked. "'Cause I know he was super upset, I just don't really know why…"
Mathew looked at him sadly. "I understand perfectly," he responded, and then muttered under his breath, "probably better than anyone else could, actually." Alfred still looked blank.
"It's like this," the violet-eyed boy explained. "You know how he sometimes gets insecure about his brother, right?" The confused blond nodded. Mathew continued, "Well, how do you think he felt when he learned Antonio was treating him exactly like his twin brother? Antonio?"
"Oh!" Alfred's blue eyes got huge, and then narrowed in sadness. "I see," he said softly.
Mathew nodded, and then looked off into the distance, eyes narrowed. "If Gil ever did something like that to me and then tried crawling back," Mathew declared, "I would take off his head with a hockey stick."
Alfred smiled at that pleasant vision. He had never liked his little bro's boyfriend anyway. "Haha, probably can't do that to Antonio," he laughed, despite the little voice clamoring for just that in the back of his mind. "We'll save that as the backup plan, though. For now, wanna help me keep that guy away from Lovino?"
Mathew nodded seriously. "It's a plan."
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Do not underestimate Mathew. 'nuff said.