(Yeah... totally wrote this via my phone while I should be sleeping... but I can't help it; if I feel like I should update I have to!)

I actually listened to the Servant of Evil song on repeat all through the non-flashback part of this. I love this song just as much as I did the first time I heard it still and this is probably why I'm sort of sad that this story is almost done. I love writing for this one so much and I have to say thank you a million times to everyone who have reviewed! I love you guys!

"Sing me that song again?"

"What? Again?"

The little blond sobbed. "Please, Alfred I can't sleep without it!"

Alfred couldn't help but to smile at the little figure that laid next to him. It had been weeks since Matthew had decided that he would never sleep without having his twin next to him - in fact it had been weeks since Matthew barely left his side actually - and yet truth be told Alfred didn't mind. He loved having his brother by his side; after all this way he knew he wasn't alone.

"Fine," Matthew sighed as he rolled himself on his back to match his brother's posture. "At least tell me a bedtime story?"

A story huh? The kid was barely four and couldn't even think of what he would be doing the following day. It somehow made him angry that deep down he knew he had to be the big brother between the two and that at no cost he would always be the one protecting his brother.

Though their were times where Matthew scared him, and that for some reason Alfred thought he would lose his brother. It had been the case earlier today when they had been playing hide and seek and for a reason his brother had simply decided to stop hiding. There had been doubts in his brother's face as he had been sleeping in the field, doubt about the idea that even after they would be seperated they'd be together again someday.

It scared Alfred, and it made him angry about their father. He still didn't understand why they had to leave or why they had to become adults at such a young age. It scared him because he knew that whatever this closeness he had with Matthew would soon be gone and that the cold dark feeling of loneliness would win him over.

It had been the reason why he had screamed at his brother when he had found him and woke him up. He didn't want to be the clingy type - that he wanted to leave for his brother - but there was something inside of him that told him that things wouldn't be the same once they'll be apart.

"Fine." The word had come out more irritated than intended, but as he saw his brother wraps his hands around his right arm he couldn't help but to smile. His brother was his and his only, and someday the world would know just how much they loved each other.

xXx

Alfred didn't need to be a genius to know what was ahead for him.

In the moments of chaos that had followed the finding of France's body he had first retreat back to his office. There he found simple things that he thought would be useful for him for the coming moments, like the dark baseball cap and his gun. Without a simple remorse he had gotten to the office doors without a word and with a last glance inside his workplace he bid it adieu, and left for the one place he knew he'd be safe until the storm calmed down.

Once he got at his estate, drenched in rain to his bones, he was welcome by his fellow maids and servants. He didn't dare to answer to their questions and formalities; instead he climbed the stairs to go to his room, and turning around as he reached the top he said one thing only.

"You are all excused. Please leave this house immediately and never speak to this night to anyone."

His smiled had be a sad one, but as they for ever had done, the servants and maids bowed down and left the grand hallway, their footsteps echoing further away.

Alfred walked inside of his study and said not a word to anyone else. And thus, for days he remained inside the same four walls, waiting for his brother so that they could begin their lives together.

Yes, for now they would forever be together as they had come to this world. Alfred smiled to his thoughts, knowing perfectly that his brother loved him, and that he was ready to do anything for him now. It felt wonderful to know such detail about a person that meant so much to him; it felt like the world was in the palm of his hands and that at no price would he need to surrender to anyone.

He trully had become the ruler his father had wanted him to be.

On the third night in his office Alfred began to panic. No way could he have forgotten about me! He couldn't help but to doubt. He has also been without contact of the world but that he didn't give a shit about.

Until the night horizon was lit with orange-colored lights and Alfred noticed it: the mob that came for his life.

He had gotten himself ready for this since his brother's declaration of love through France's murder. Surely it had taken the mob this long because they had gotten to Matthew first and this meant that the Canuck was already dead.

"No... This can't be"..." Alfred got up from his chair and got to the large window. He looked outside and stared downwards as the mob arrived at his doors, doing everything in its power to get through what Alfred imagined were barricaded doors.

Had they gotten to him? Was Matthew dead? This could only be the only reason why he had not come to him... Right?

But as tear formed at the corner of his eyes he heard the office door open and with the simple human instinct that still burned inside of him he brought his gun up and pointed it at the person that walked in.

"Don't shoot!" Matthew's hands were up in the air, trembling.

When Alfred threw the gun on his desk and ran to his brother he noticed them; the darker-than-black circles that puffed underneath his brother's eyes. The guy looked dead; seemed to be lifeless compare to what he was used to be like. It seemed only natural: the guy had killed someone, a friend of his.

But an enemy of ours.

"They're... they're after you, brother." Matthew panted. He had surely given everything he had and now...

"They think you did it... But I know it wasn't you. This was meant for you, everything! If it was meant for you, then how could you have done it?"

Alfred noticed that his brother's hands were shaking, and that he also had running down tear lines on his cheeks. The guy had lost much weight also...

The moment Alfred brought his hands onto his brother's Matthew rose his head and looked up at his brother.

"I know how to fix this; I know how to fix everything, brother!"

Alfred was dumbstruck. "Fix what?"

Matthew kept smiling. "I know how to make you happy, brother, that's all that matters after all! Let me do this for you and I promise that every thing will be ok."

And for the first time in a very, very long time Alfred cried that night.

If you have seen the video you know what's ahead. I think there are two more chapters of this left, and that makes me more sad that you can ever know. I hope I'm still making this story sort of proud hehe! The review button's not that far please leave a quick message I always love hearing from others! :D