Chapter Three

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Arthur spun around, tripping over his feet as he looked up at the blonde man before him, his heart pounding against his rib cage. He looked the man up and down, the mans apparel was all over the place, not a single thing seemed to match. A blue jacket went over a lime green dress shirt, an enormous red bow went around the mans neck. Black and white pin striped pants and long combat boots pulled together the odd enamble. "W-Who are you?!"

The man smiled, reaching out a hand to help up Arthur, "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, eh. My name is-"

"BIRDIE!" Gilbert came plowing through the bushes, tackling the oddly dressed man into subbmission, practically squeezing the life out of him as well.

The blonde called Birde struggled in the Prussian's grip, "G-Gil can't breathe..."

Gilbert let go of the mismatched blonde and held him at arms length, "Sorry! But where the hell were you?!"

Birde sighed as he wormed his way out of Gilberts grip, "I was looking for my hat Gil, and I happened to meet Arthur here with my hat."

Gilbert blushed and scratched the back of his head, "Ah, sorry Mathew."

Mathew huffed as he turned to the startled Brit, "Sorry, I'm Mathew Williams, otherwise known as the Mad Hatter~ And I do believe you have something of mine."

Arthur looked down to the hat, suddenly remembering the light weight in his hands, "Oh yes, terribly sorry chap..!" he handed over the hat, watching as the odd Canadian proped the top hat over his blonde hair.

Mathew smiled, "Oh it's alright, the hare just got a little carried away. Oh right, it's time for tea~"

Gilbert smirked, "Hell yeah! Awesome tea time!~" he ran out of the bushes, causing Mathew to chuckle in amusement.

The two blondes made their way back to the table, "So, Mathew, why are you out here?"

Mathew smiled as he fiddled with a hankerchief, "I'm afraid I've been exiled to this place, something about calling the king a lousy hoser or something or another."

Arthur chuckled, "You?"

Mathew laughed at this, "Yes me, never would guess would you?"he pushed aside a branch and allowed Arthur to walk under it before letting go, "Afraid that's the case, though a few of my friends did manage to stick around." There was the sound of shattering porceline, making Arthur jump and Mathew sigh, "Oh dear, Arthur, be a dear and stay away from the shrapnel." he pushed through the leaves, Arthur not too far behind, and surveyed the war zone. There stood Gilbert, two ginger men, one of them taller and a crazed look in his eye, the other holding a book in between his hands. Gilbert and the taller ginger were glaring at each other, faces mere inches away, "Not again." mumbled Mathew.

"Ay well yer mum is a swine!" the ginger growled, ready to punch the living daylights out of the Prussian.

Gilbert snorted, "Well I'm sure that'd be a complement to your mom freckles!"

A ounch sent the Prussian back a few steps, but the next kick was stopped and the ginger got a face full of boot. Gilbert picked up a cup and threw it at the ginger, only to miss and have it hit the cover of the other mans book. Mathew made his way over to the calmer of the gingers, "What happened this time?"

The shorter ginger looked up and shrugged, "Something about having red eyes." Mathew sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

Arthur stared at the taller ginger, "Mathew, who is that?"

Mathew looked up from his cup of tea, "Oh that's the mad hare I was talking about, he's crazy."

The shorter looked up, "Well we all are." this sent the two companions into a fit of giggles, creating more confusion for the Brit. After the giggles subsided the shorter extended a hand, "Angus Kirkland at your service~ The one and only door mouse~"

Arthur nodded and shook the offered hand, "Arthur Kirkland, pleasure is mine." Angus scoffed at that and went back to his book.

"You're an interesting character Artie I'll tell ya that."

Arthur went pink at the nickname, "Not my bloody name." he mumbled, mostly to himself. They both shrugged and went back to their tea, watching as the two men before them became red faced from rage.

Mathew tapped a spoon against a nearby glass, gaining their attention, "Come and sit Gilbert, Allistor." Gilbert huffed and teleported to Mathew's right, grabbing a tea cup that had been made for him by the Canadian. Allistor tore a chair out from under the table and sat down with an angry grunt, glaring moodily into the supposedly calming tea.

Arthur took a sip of his tea and decided to add another sugar cube, "So, Mathew, why did you get exiled exactly? I mean you seem like a nice enough chap."

Mathew chuckled as he looked into his tea cup, "I said some... unwise things."

Arthur's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "What woud that be?"

"A bas la grosse tête sanglante et son chien."

Arthur was now more confused than ever, "Sorry what?"

Gilbert leaned back in his chair as he munched on a cookie, "Down with the bloody big head and his dog. The big head being the red king and his dog his loyal general."

Arthur laughed nervously, "Not the nicest of folk are they?"

Allistor threw a tea cup at a tree, causing it to shatter, "Damn bloody big head."

Angus let out a sigh as he downed the rest of his tea, "You shouldn't take your anger out on the cups Allistor, it's bad table manners."

"I'll show you-"

"ENOUGH!" Mathew shouted, panting as he regained his breath and everyone's rattled nerves settled. Soon he recomposed himself and smiled, "Well I dare say let's all be friends, and no destroying tea cups." They all nodded quickly, not wishing to upset the rather violent Canadian.

There was silence except for the munching of cookies and pastries, and sipps of tea. Arthur set down his tea and rested his hands in his lap, letting out a sigh as he breathed in the surprisingly clean air. Soon the sounds of barking and the wild neigh of horses caught the parties attention. Angus, Mathew, and Gilbert looked frightened, whilst Allistor simply didn't give a damn in any case. Mathew stood quickly from his chair and grabbed Arthur, forcing a tube down his throat and forcing the pissed and confused Brit to swallow the liquid inside. He gingerly picked up the other with his index and thumb finger, stuffing him in a pot, and set him on the table, "Shut up and be silent." he muttered as the blood red brigade arrived, Gilbert being no where in sight.

Arthur looked out a small hole in the chipped pot and tried to even out his breathing, the 'thunk' of feet hit the floor as the behemoth general made his way to their formerly delightful little party. Mathew smiled as he flicked a cube of sugar towards the general, causing the other to block it and grimace, "Where's Arthur and the cat?"

Angus and Allistor looked to each other, "Cat what cat?" asked Angus, "I surely do hope there are no cat's here, they'd simply swallow me up." he and Allistor burst out into laughter as Mathew chuckled along with them.

Ivan grabbed ahold of Angus by the ear, "Tell my now you freak show, and I might let you keep your head, da?"

"Already lost them."Mathew chimed in, the trio erupting in a burst of giggles, "Oh I know let's sing a song~ I just heard this recently~" he coughed into his hand, "Lizzie Borden took an axe~"

Allistor chuckled as he chimed in, "And gave her mother fourty wacks~"

Angus wrapped an arm around Ivan's shoulders, "When she saw what she had done~"

"She gave her father fourty-one!~" they sang, falling to the ground with laughter.

Ivan sneered at the trio, obviously disgusted, "You're as useless as ever." he turned on his heel, his black and red cape billowing behind him, "So long you lunatics."

At this time, Mathew had collected himself again and indulged the Russian in another nursery rhyme, "Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of water~ Jack fell down and broke his crown, and Jill came tumbling after~ Up Jack got and home did trot, as fast as he could caper; and went to bed and bound his head~ With vinegar and brown paper, when Jill came in how she did grin, to see Jack's paper plaster; Mother vexed did whip her next for causing Jack's disaster~"

Ivan turned and threw a knife towards Mathew'sface, the hatter catching it between his index and middle finger, a hair away from the tip of his nose, "Oh dear, be careful with these~ You might actually hurt someone, eh." he tossed it back, landing a foot before the general.

Ivan, obviously angered by the hetter surviving without a scratch, mounted his horse and galloped off with his group. Soon they were out of sight and Mathew inspected his fingers, noticing the small beads of blood forming between his fingers. Gilbert was by his side in a second as he tore off some of his shirt, bandaging his fingers. Allistor leaned back, "We wouldn't have to be all fuckin' crazy if someone hadn't turned tail and ran." he grumbled, making Gilbert scowl.

"I didn't run, maybe before you attempt to belittle people you should get your facts straight." Gilbert snapped back, tying the cloth in a knot and kissing the fingers, causing Mathew to blush.

"Oh that's bullshit, don't try and act so high and mighty, you're the reson the blood big head is in power, and why the real king is DEAD!" Allistor shouted, having gotten to his feet in anger.

Gilbert turned and pushed the ginger back in the chest, "Hey why don't you fuck of you bastard?!"

Allistor laughed as he pushed the albino back as well, "Oh don't even try you cock sucker! Maybe if ye hadn't decided to go and take a snooze we'd be free! It's all your fuckin' fault!"

Gilbert went red, either from anger or shame Arthur wasn't sure, "Shut up, what good did you do?! You were right next to the king when you let him get stabbed!"

That was the final straw, Allistor lunged for Gilberts throat, they both began fighting up a storm, clawing, spitting, punchin, and kicking each other when the opertunity arose. Mathew was preoccupying himself with trying to find a reversal cake while the two fought. When he did he gave it to Arthur and stood, smashing both of the mens head together. "I will not tolerate this fighting!" The two suddenly became erily quiet, "This is not what Francis would've wanted! To see his two best friends fighting!"

Allistor sighed, "Sorry Gilbert."

Gilbert nodded as he rubbed his friends back, "It's alright, I'm sorry too. We've both been through a lot these last few years." they both laughed and hugged each other as friends would. Creating an air of peace, that was until, the general showed up again, a shit eating smirk etched onto his face. "Well well, seems our favorite idiots have been hiding two hostages."

Mathew grabbed ahold of Arthur's wrist, a pair of scissors in his other hand, ready for any violent confrontation. Gilbert growled at the general, "Looks like you've been hiding in the bushes like a pedophile."

Ivan chuckled, "Now now, let's not be unpleasant. After all, when your head comes off you'd want a clean cut da?"

Gilbert bit back a tremor of fear as he stood, growling at the general, "Bite me you bastard."

Ivan chuckled, "Guards, deal with this one, I'll retrive Arthur." Everything suddenly was a daze for Arthur, Mathew was pulling him away from the battle area as Angus and Allistor pounced on the General, Gilbert defeating as many guards as he could.

"Mathew! We have to help them!" Arthur cried, pulling his feet over many roots.

Mathew panted as he continued to run, "We can't! There's no turning back now!" they soon stopped at a ordinary looking tree, Mathew opened a door and shoved Arthur inside, "Stay here and don't move until I or someone you trusts gets you!"

"Math-" Arthur was cut off as Mathew slammed the doors shut and locked it with a key, running away as fast as his legs could carry him away from the guards. Soon he was surrounded, skidding to a stop at the edge of a cliff.

"Well, seem's we've caught ourselves a little rat." Ivan said with a smirk.

One of the hounds eyed Mathew hungrily, "Can we eat him?"

Ivan chuckled, "Sick him."

Mathew smiled, taking off his hat and bowing, "I'm afraid I cannot stay for dinner, but thank you for the invitation, eh." The cliff loomed behind the quiet Canadian, one wrong step and he'd be dead.

The dogs began to advance, Gilbert, Angus, and Allistor having already been captured, "Give up comrade! It's over!"

Mathew giggled, "It'll be over when the white king rules again rather than you and the bloody big head!"

Ivan growled, "Get him!"

The dogs jumped at the Canadian, but Mathew would not give them the satisfacture of them capturing him, "Farwell, I seem to be late for another appointment." and with that he stepped off the cliff, the wind rushing in his ears and his clothes flapping violently in the uproar of wind.

"BIRDIE!" Gilbert shouted, followed by a sickening fell to his knees and wept, his body shaking from the sobs wraking his body, "Nooo! Birdie please! Please, don't leave me!" Allistor stood in mind numbing shock as Angus covered his mouth with his hands, tears flowing down his cheeks.

Ivan stepped over to the ledge, looking down at the broken body with a pool of blood around it. He spit at the corpse, sullying it's purity, "Bastard."

A/N: ...so, yeah. Mathew's dead... I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. Also these little rhyme, song things, they're actually real, and if you think about it, it's kinda disturbing.

Translations-

Russian-

Da- yes

French-

A bas la grosse tête sanglante et son chien- Down with the bloody big head and his dog