I apologize for the short delay. We all have lives outside of the fan fiction world (though sometimes I wish I didn't heh) but more importantly I was stuck at one heck of a crossroads with this chapter. There are things I wanted to write that I think for the sake of keeping this story as short as possible won't be included in this BUT I will most likely write one-shots or extra chapters to this later on.

If you follow the real Daughter of Evil story you should know that Rin goes through all deadly sins. I tried to do that here but I think I missed a couple. You guys should definately check the whole vocaloid of this story. It's beyond amazing!

So another short update. Things are getting intense. Some bad language in here and all. I shush now and you go read!

Things couldn't be any more perfect.

After his showy fight with his father Alfred had managed not only to humiliate the old man in front of everyone, but he had also regained something that had been so precious to him.

He remembered the day where his father had told him the worst news possible. He remembered the rain that was falling down on his face as he had kneeled down to scream his frustration to the world as Britain had given him the news that Matthew had passed on to another world. Alfred didn't believe much in the afterlife or what not; all he knew is that his brother was gone forever.

The worst had been to deal with the fact that he had never kept his promise to his brother on the day they had been separated. He had promised to visit, to go see him and play with him. Then why hadn't he, even before the news spread about Matthew's death?

For years he had spent hating on the world and had continued to do his father's biding by ravaging any land that crossed his path. He had cut his ties with his father, somewhat blaming everything on him

Boy had he been right the whole time.

Perhaps everything made sense now, and this had been the reason why he hadn't been as close to Canada as he should have – since the guy was pretty much a ghost to all of the other countries as well. Maybe this had been Britain's plan for the get go and make sure that no one would even love Canada enough so that they would even ask his human name and where he came from.

But it was all in the past now, and since the fight Alfred had made sure that his brother would never leave his sight ever again. Matthew had even spent most of his work days in Alfred's office; he had brought his own papers and worked on the large couch and coffee table. They had caught up on everything: how they had been since the moment they had been torn apart and ordered to leave their childhood home all the way to their meeting.

Alfred smiled. Everything was right for him then everything was right in the world. They hadn't met with their father again since three days ago, and it didn't bother Alfred one bit. Everyone remained weird at the sight of him having a shadow following him everywhere but he didn't give a fuck: Matthew was alive. Matthew was his.

It was nearing lunch on their third day together when Matthew placed his pen on his paperwork and walked to Alfred's desk. "Brother?"

The word echoed inside Alfred's mind, making him smile like he had never smiled in years. "What is it, bro?"

"I was just thinking... could we go eat at the cafeteria today? There are some papers that I need to give Mister France, and I also have to thank him for making me go see you the other day."

He wants to go see the damn frog guy? Alfred's thoughts darkened, but he tried his best not to make anything out of it. "Well you see I don't like eating with those low lives; how about you go and I catch up with you later?"

Matthew smiled like a kid who just had the best Christmas present in the world. "Thank you, brother! I will be back soon, I promise!"

Alfred watched his twin wave him goodbye until he was out of the office and once the door closed leaving him behind alone he couldn't help but to catch his breath.

How had things turned out so perfectly for him? Why was he suddenly higher on the top of the world than he already had been? Why did he feel unbeatable?

God I'm so horny right now! He thought as he realized that ever since he had been with Matthew he barely had the time to think about sex. He took his phone and dialed his secretary desk, and was surprised when there was no answer at the other end of the line.

"Huh, I could have sworn that her lunch break isn't for at least another fifteen minutes," he thought. Trying to avoid thinking about how much he needed a good fuck right now he decided to go for his lunchbox and grabbed the leftover cheeseburger from the night before.

He ate the leftovers at a speed record before cleaning up and realizing that his brother had been gone for a while. The grandfather clock at the back corner of the office's ticking was the only sound within the room and for some reason the sound seemed to grow louder and louder at each passing second...

"Where the fuck is he?"

Unable to take it anymore Alfred rose from his desk chair, almost breaking his desk in half as he slammed his fist on it and got out of his office. Impatience and anger boiled inside of him; he couldn't understand why in the world his brother didn't want to stay with him and would rather go running at Mister fucking France.

He got to the cafeteria where he spotted Matthew from behind on his right and began seeing even darker than he had on his way there. Not only were Matthew and Frenchie laughing it off like the best of buddies, but Seychelles – his secretary that hadn't answer his call earlier – was sitting next to France, laughing happily.

This wasn't right. This wasn't what he had wanted. Everyone was supposed to fear him, be cold towards one another and most importantly obey him. Why wasn't he getting his way?

Rage filling his insides Alfred decided to turn around before it was too late. No, he had just gotten his brother back, and there was no way that he could pull out his gun and shoot the frog in front of everyone.

No, but Matthew had to learn not to make him feeling like this, Alfred thought as a cold smile came to his lips. He walked back to his office, waiting for his brother's return. He didn't see the other countries walk by him and looking at him with a plagued fear. They didn't matter to him.

As he sat down and pictured the three of them sitting at the table again a mathematical equation came to mind.

Someone had to be eliminated. And only then would he be the only one allowed to laugh with his brother, and the only one to have a good fuck with Seychelles.

Ummm... while I go wonder what France and Canada are laughing about why don't you leave a message/review? I haven't disabled the anonymus reviews yet (but it might happen soon so that way I can reply to you if you write me something) so enjoy while it lasts! Update soon I promise!