Canada walked up to the door of his brother, Alfred's house.
It was a nice white house with a big brown door that was extremely heavy. The gothic windows were a really nice touch to the house as well. The brilliant green grass that Mathew stepped on would track into the house, but he didn't care. Nor would Alfred.
Mathew stepped up on the step, knocking on the door, well more like pounded. He heard a shaky hand rest on the black door handle.
Mathew watched it turn as he held his bag on his shoulder tightly.
" Hello Mathew!" Alfred said gaining his confidence back.
" Hey." Mathew said dryly, walking into Alfred home followed by Kimujiro.
" So what brings you here?" Alfred said walking with Mathew.
" I thought its about time I get what I want." Mathew said sitting on Alfred couch. Alfred's face twisted with confusion and wonder as to what he meant.
" What do you want?..." Alfred asked, slightly afraid of the answer. Mathew looked up at Alfred who shyly hovered over the Canadian man with a still confused face.
" I want your land." Mathew said casual, making Alfred's face turn pale. A cold sweat rain down Alfred forehead.
" W-what? N-n-no! You aren't taking my land!" Alfred said, angered.
" Oh I'm not?" Mathew said getting up, towering over the American.
" Let me ask in a way you're more accustom to." Mathew said getting close into his brother's face, intimating Alfred.
" Can I borrow your land?" Mathew said in a some what mocking tone.
" No! Mathew get the fuck out of here now!" Alfred said, pointing towards the door. Mathew reached behind his back were the bag rested, and pulled out the long gun.
As the gun inched its way out of the black bag, Alfred's eyes grew 10x their size.
" Sorry it had to end this way." Mathew said loading it, Alfred couldn't move due to the fear consuming him hole.
" But, I'll give you a ten second head start." Mathew said pointing it at Alfred.
"10, 9 , 8..." Mathew started as Alfred ran up his stairs, running towards his room, shutting and locking the door.
He reached over to his phone to call the first person who came to mind; Arthur.
" What do you want?" The voice yelled over the phone.
" A-A-Arthur! Help!" Alfred said. His voice was panicked and urgent, needing assistants right at this very moment.
" Why?" Arthurs tone suddenly changing " What's the matter?" He said caringly.
Alfred heard heavy foot steps coming up the stairs
With each 'bump' Alfred's heart stopped beating. He grabbed the phone and ran to his closet, and hide as he heard Mathew pass his door.
'Mathew!" Alfred whispered. ' He's trying to kill me! He's got a gun! Help me!' The panicked nation begged over the phone, making Arthur's heart drop.
He's never heard America so scared, or so serous since the Revolutionary war.
" I-I-" Arthur was interrupted by the sound of bagging against Alfred's door to his bedroom.
Arthur heard muffled crying from Alfred as he tried to make as little noise as he could.
" I'm coming now!" Arthur said " Don't make a noise!" He finished before hanging up, to leave to save his brother.
" Alfred! Open up the door and maybe I will reconsider!" Mathew said as he bashed into the door once more with greater force, making the wall shake along with Alfred nerves.
Mathew banged into the door one more time, making it collapse. Alfred heard the door fall as his eyes shot open and his heart stopped.
He heard the heavy steps come closer to the door, each step, making Alfred cringe.
He heard the gloved hand come over and rest on the golden door nob, turning it slowly, carefully.
The door swung open, reviling the terrifying individual to the victims eyes.
" Its ok." Mathew said pointing the gun at Alfred's head.
" Stay still and this won't hurt." Mathew finished as he saw the fear in his brother's eyes.
" W-w-we grew up together! W-we loved each other! Now you're going to kill me!" Alfred cried
" I know. But time changes a person. And solitude also changes a person." Mathew said as his finger rested on the trigger, waiting to be pulled.
" Any last words?" Mathew said, his sun glasses hiding his eyes.
" Why?" Alfred said, the tears dripping down his face.
" Bye- bye." Mathew said pulling the trigger, making Alfred turn his head, but it sadly didn't miss.
Mathew pulled the gun away so he could see what he had caused. Which didn't affect him emotionally.
Mathew walked to Alfred's office in hopes to find a valuable item that will give him what he wants.
He walked into Alfred's office and sat in his leather chair that was behind his desk. He opened up his drawers and searched through his documents, waiting to find that paper.
He landed on a gold colored file. He took it and opened it up, setting his polar bear on his lap, both reading the paper.
" Kumjiro." Mathew said with a evil smirk. " This is the paper we need." Mathew said standing up, walking out of the house.
" Today might be better than I thought." He said to himself as he walked back to his house in the cold Canadian weather.
Arthur rushed quickly into the house, praying it wasn't too late.
" Alfred!" Arthur yelled running into the kitchen, seeing no sign of life.
He ran up the stairs and into his office, seeing a drawer still opened.
Arthurs heart sank.
" ALFRED! ANSWER ME NOW!" Arthur cried noticing the collapsed door, running into his bedroom.
He walked carefully into the room, seeing how disordered it was.
" Alfy?..." Arthur dais quietly, looking over at the open closet door.
Arthur walked in front of the door.
He cupped his mouth with his hands as he saw the body lying in front of him as a tear streamed down his face.
"ALFY!" Arthur cried, falling to his knees.
"This isn't real! Alfred wake up now you bloody wanker!"
Arthur reached his hands over, messing with his limp hands in hopes of waking him up.
He stopped and put his hands in his lap.
" This is real..." Arthur said as he pulled his phone out.
" Hello?" A deep voice answered the phone.
" Ludwig..." Arthur started. " I need your help." The sadden country asked, making Ludwig's tone become concerned.
" Why?..." He asked
" Mathew... He killed Alfred!" Arthur said bursting into tears.
Ludwig was caught off guard. How can America die!? America fell? But America was a very strong country! Apparently not as strong as Ludwig thought.
" Americas... Gone?" Ludwig said, feeling awful inside. " Yes." He said as he heard Arthur crying on the other line.
Ludwig understood the connection between the two. Arthur was Alfred's brother, deep down, they both still loved each other greatly. No matter how many times Arthur rejected Alfred, he loved him and how could Ludwig say no?