"You did it."

"You killed someone."

"You're a murderer."

"You don't deserve to live."

"Die."

As Matthew reached his desk-free office he had to understand that dealing with these voices in his head were only normal. After all they were telling the truth: he had killed someone, and for that he didn't deserve to breathe much less be allowed to be thinking about remaining alive.

He had done it for his brother; for his love and pure embrace that he would forever be his only warm blanket. The only thing Matthew had wished for was for his brother to have witness the scene: that was for his and his eyes only.

"That's a lie: everyone saw it! You're a murderer!" The voice inside his head kept repeating over and over again.

How had things turn out this way? Was his brother's love the only reason why he had done it? What had France done to make Alfred so angry at him?

"He saw you having fun with him and that little slut in the cafeteria," the voice answered.

So in other words Matthew hadn't been allowed to talk with others from the start? Had it been the reason why he had been alone all of his life as well?

He thought about it, thought about his life in general. He hadn't achieved much on his own and had been pretty much the shadow of no one ever since the day his father had brought him to his land. Then why... What had been the point of seperating him from Alfred in the first place?

With tears running down his cheeks, warming whatever he had left of his humanity Matthew turned his head to look at Kumajirou, the only real gift he had ever received. The bear had been a symbol of love from Alfred from before he became the man his father had wanted him to be. Perhaps it meant that Alfred had since long been the one everyone had placed their bets on.

And he was just the second place guy that everyone forgot existed.

"You're a murder, dear Matty, and soon enough you'll find out what happens to losers like you would rather end someone else's life than his own..."

The voice spoke dark, harsh words, but the words that Matthew had to hear. While other people would have consider him crazy for listening to voices in his head he thought of it as something else: a voice of reason - the only voice of reason - that had the guts to bitch slap him in the face like he had so deserved it.

As he finally rose to his feet after being on the cold floor for God knew how long Matthew brought the bear to his chest and hugged it as tightly as he could, holding on to the only love he had.

He would make things right, and everyone in the world will be happy again.

xXx

When Matthew got out of his office he attempted to meet with his brother upstairs, but with no luck: the office had been blocked by men in uniforms, most likely men from Interpol. This didn't look good, and from what he could make out of this situation this only meant one thing.

Everyone blamed France's death on Alfred.

"No... This can't be true..." Matthew said under his breath.

"See what you did there? Now your beloved brother's head is on ransom by the international police. You really did screw this shit up Matty."

"No... No..." the Canadian kept repeating to himself. He had to find his brother fast before it was too late. But just where could he...

"We found him!"

Matthew turned around to find three men - some guys from small European countries - running towards the conference room on the third floor. Matthew felt the blood in his body get freezing cold.

"You do know what this means if they trully found him, don't you?" The voice laughed. "You'll never be able to see your brother again, and you'll never even find out if he actually knows just how much you say you love him!"

"I'll find him first! I just have to!"

With those words Matthew ran to the one place he knew his brother would be.

xXx

It had started to rain when Matthew had arrived at the mansion, but it didn't matter to him; it had been raining in his heart for too long already. Once he got inside he tried his best to lock and barricade the door as much as he could, for he knew what was coming not too far behind him, and he wanted to buy as much time as he could.

He ran up the stairs with the remaining life force he had before barging inside the only room that showed presence of light from underneath the door. And when he got there it was only to be welcomed by a gun barrel.

"Don't shoot!" Matthew pleaded. He brought his weak hands up as a sign of surrendering and waited, hoping that his brother would bring the gun down.

Matthew was relieved when he saw his brother do as he had wished. He had to say something... tell his brother something...

"They're... they're after you, brother." He took a deep breath. "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?"

A moment of silence broke, and Matthew was on the edge of collapsing. He didn't know what to say anymore and wanted more than anything to hear his brother's voice right now. But the moment he felt Alfred's hands on his Matthew smiled, the remaining tears in his eyes finally falling down from his cheeks to jawline to his shirt.

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

For the first time since he could remember Alfred looked surprised. "Fix what?"

He spoke to me! He's not angry at me! Matthew was over the edge with happiness.

"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."

Matthew got his right hand inside his jacket pocket and got out a pair of scissors. He smiled still on his face he began cutting down his own hair while his brother watched, unable to say a word.

Matthew looked in the small mirror that rested on his brother's desk and let out a sigh.

"Perfect."

He turned again to look at his brother only to find that the mob of other countries and Interpol had also arrived at the mansion. Matthew grabbed his jacket and unzipped it before quickly removing it and pushed it against his brother's chest.

"Quickly! Lend me your clothes!"

This time Alfred spoke. "What? Why!"

Matthew pushed his jacket against his brother once more. "Wear this and escape, right now! Hurry!"

Before Alfred could say another word Matthew helped his brother out of his aviator jacket and quickly made the exchange before a loud bang was heard downstairs.

"There here!" Matthew said as he rushed his brother out of the office door.

"But wait - why are you..."

Matthew smiled. "Because I love you brother, and because I'm making things right."

Without another word Matthew pushed his brother outside the office and locked the door shut. He got to the large window, witnessing the change of colors in the sky as it got from night dark to fiery orange and then he noticed him, standing under the rain and looking up at him.

Brother... He waved down at his twin and smiled one last time before the office doors were swung open with brutal force and rage.

As his hands were tied up behind his back and pushed down on his knees Matthew didn't spoke a word to the angry men that were shouting at him. He let them say what they wanted to say to him; to the murderer of their comrade and the reason why the world was such in a troubled state. He felt the barrel of a gun aiming his way and smiled, knowing exactly what was waiting for him but he didn't care anymore: all that mattered was that Alfred, the one twin that was supposed to make it in this life, was alive and could go on being the man that everyone had wanted him to be.

Matthew barely had the chance to hear the sound of his own death, but as it happened only one thing was set in his mind:

"I am making things right."

I just updated twice in 12 hours. I'm cool like that! Yeah the story's just near its end; one more chapter to go. Thank you again for reading and following me with this story! See you soon! 3